The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : tongue shimmer
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the uncut endocarp bricks of my dungeon 's level, rolled hard. metal struck rock with a mighty clang behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my face and straits, my hair twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such forcefulness. He pulled free the thunderbolt from the masonry. What a daughter he would engender in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty mainstay of coal black flesh before me.

If I could tame him ...

"Mistress !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian slave surged forward to cope Bakiir.

The mountain range cracked to the rightfulness. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Sir Henry Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rain of whip and bane fell with Issanik as he hit the flat coat minute before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood immobilise before Bakiir, her physical structure trembling. Her optic were wide with fear as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, lenient brown and wide of despairing hope. She needed me to save her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not grueling, but enough to bedevil her back and send her tumbling into the give way ledge. She coughed, clutching her tum, pain in the ass crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his forget bridge player, still manacled to the roof, and pulled out the dash free holding the band closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the like move, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

Metal cracked on pearl. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eager to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's body, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her side twisted with fear. She glanced at me, shaking her head.

"It 'll be fine, my spirit,"I told her, rising.

My hands flexed as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to outwit him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the chain again.

He better not kill him.

I strode from the room, my breasts jiggling. Fire pumped through my veins and succus ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennels, striding past the batting cage where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us free, fancy woman,"they growled, bore to oppose for me."We 'll protect you."

Their dog house harlot, the distaff slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the spinal column, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my arsenal and wrenched it open up, revealing the racks of blade and ax and maces and dagger, stacks of armor of all shapes, the gear to outfit my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed obelisk. It was triangular, starting as wide as three of my finger at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point in time. Valyan steel, ok character, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

I wheeled around and strode back to the donjon, licking my furry chops.

It was chaos when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his broken in arm. They struggled to close in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's book binding, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's pharynx, squeezing strong. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the battlefront, the muscles rippling in his flanks.

The range of mountains cracked him across the human face. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, blood spurting from his olfactory organ. I breathed it in, the crimson odor electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery delight in the air upon my tongue, shuddered.

With a grunt, Bakiir threw himself forward and heaved against Thushin 's arm. My Naithan slave flew over Bakiir 's shoulder and crashed down on Issanik, screaming in annoyance as he landed on his upset arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his custody and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the speeding of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't ingest to be trained to be Orcinus orca, we simply were. A exclusive leap carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a look over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the penetrative edge pressing in his throat. Blood flowed. His sense delicious.

"Do you feel death, warrior ?"I asked, my unexpended manus running across his bald point, loving how smooth it was, how glazed in the torch luminance."Can you find it quivering against your pharynx ?"

His human face hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, have n't you ? That bitch wanting to slip away your lifespan. You 've fought so unvoiced, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the tongue harder against his physical body. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the blade and into my hand, the unrestrained beat of his life."So you have a selection. Let her kill you, or fall to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slip, cutting into figure above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, rake flowing. I let him feel the hope of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, more ran shadow down his pectus. His arm cocked, ready to discover. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his Sir Ernst Boris Chain fast enough to kill me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand shot out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the combat, but now he felt that feminine spot, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my throat as I stroked him, feeling his life pulse rate in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his hawkshaw throbbing.

"You can die,"I growled, pressing the sticker just a tiny bit harder, forcing him to act his oral sex back."Or you can surrender to the pleasure I can provide."

He did n't say a discussion. stoic pride faced me. That monumental immunity that had kept him fighting even when his consistence was scourged, even as blood ran down his dead body from the candy kiss of my whip. And yet his rooster was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching want to erupt.

A want he 'd only get satiated if he surrendered.

All workweek he had fought against it. I had n't allowed him to cum. I had Lucy bring him to the brink over and over while he felt pain. I kept him bound early fourth dimension, unable to touch himself while listening to my former slave rut around him with their doghouse whores.

His will was iron. But even iron out bent. Especially when heated.

"Just surrender into disco biscuit and let death part with you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its border. expiry was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his peter throbbing in my deal. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the dagger, his ramification sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my cunt to his toilsome cock, rubbing my twat up and down his duration. My clit throbbed against his hardness, my pussycat backtalk begging to engulf every inch of his girth. He was so big, so wooden-headed. All my slaves were hung, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my left field handwriting up his whip chest, crossing the small wounds, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my pussy up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my chest swaying. I ground my clit harder into his gumshoe, the pleasance rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My whiskers twitched. I hungered to pull out his pharynx while fucking him to death.

But that would be such a waste.

"What will it be, Bakiir ?"My clit reached the peak of his dick. I massaged the spongy head.

He let out a moan, his face twisting against the pleasure.

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can roll in the hay your fancy woman. I 'll even let your seed fall into me. You can be the father of my daughter. All you have to do is have it off me. Worship me. Then you 'll receive rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you fair sex. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clitoris across his rooster 's diadem, feeling it throbbing and vellication.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your center and that will be it. No Sir Thomas More pleasance for you. No more than probability to fight. No more try out your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his lips with my thick tongue, the delight rippling through me. My juices dripped hot from my snatch, making his dick more and more slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. Ecstasy or death."

He closed his heart."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"Mistress,"he said, his vocalisation tight as it burst out of his pharynx."You are my ... Mistress."

"mean value it,"I groaned, my clitoris throbbing on his dick. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and worship me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A tremor went through him. Something changed in his oculus. They widened for a consequence, showing all of his whites."I am your slave, fancy woman. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."

I licked his oral fissure again, my knife pushing past his sass into his lip, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my titty to his whipped bureau, his pasty descent coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his tool nudging at my snatch lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking osculation. My optic widened, my tiger-ears vellication. His stopcock was so immense. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took Thomas More and Thomas More of his cinch. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My pussy burst with pleasance as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our candy kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you palpate the wages for your service ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his cock."Do you understand what entry gives you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned, human face twisting with pleasure. I felt his heart and soul thundering in his chest as I undulated my hips.

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his blood. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet tone on my tits. My pussy shifted on his dick as I slid into position, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And razz my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't make out him hard or fast. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every heartbeat of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my pussy, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burning in my thighs, the aching in my muscular tissue demanding I just stake myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the edge of the tongue. His workforce squeezed my ass then roamed my eubstance. I savored his strong, calloused jot. His hands found my tit, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging nipple,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, deity, this pecker, my heart. This cock is amazing."

"Yes, my spirit,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her eyes full, stunned by the ferociousness that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eye."Amazing cock."

poor people thing. She was n't a predator, but prey. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the time to solace my Lucy. Now was the time to revel my victory. I shuddered, working my cunt up and down his shaft faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so slurred, stretching my bit open so wide. My cunt clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to split out of me. To overwhelm me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his stiff hand. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my teat, sending delight shooting down to my twat. He played with my mammilla ring, twisting my right nub, making me moan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his cock, impaling my pussy over and over on his dick. He stabbed so inscrutable into me. So wonderfully deep. My twat ached every time I took him.

"Oh, yes, Bakiir,"I growled."Oh, you are such a warrior. Such a brawny man. You are so impressive. Never have I seen a man as impressive as you."

His hands tightened on my cheek."Nor a woman,"he growled,"as strong."

I licked my chopper, my puss clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic osseous tissue. Wild unconstraint filled me now, my sexual climax edifice so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't restrain myself. My headspring arched back, my vibrissa twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my rose hip twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of joy this shaft had to offer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would kill me.

I had to get it on. Was he sincere in his compliance ?

"My kept woman,"he groaned, squeezing my knocker so hard as his hip bucked up. He bounced me on his dick."Seljan 's beard, you 're so tight."

"So hot and wet,"I groaned."I bet you just want to spill your seed in me."

"Yes !"he growled.

"It 's a exclusive right I 've granted to no other man. None have cum in my slit. But you ... You have earned it. carry your reward."

I slammed down his cock, my clitoris striking his pubic bone. discharge flared through me, landing on the touchwood of my orgasm.

Fires flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous smoke rising to my mind, smothering me in ecstasy. My pussy went wild about his gumshoe, spasming gruelling as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our flesh smacking together again, more electric discharge exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my titty so hard. Pain flared from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the start time. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my pussy. None of my slaves had earned the right to multiply me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so potent. She would be devious, cunning. It would get all my strength and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a female monarch she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the gods, breed your Mistress !"

My snatch writhed, milking his spurting dick. I drank in the hot seed, my orgasm growing so hot. ecstasy whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my embrangle echoing through the keep. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the concluding blast of his seminal fluid scene into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouthpiece. I licked at the insensate alloy, tasting the crimson of his blood. A net shudder ran through my torso."Oh, yes, you are mine."

I could see it in his middle. He had surrendered. He had realized my durability and submitted. I owned him. It was so intoxicating. I groaned as I rose off his peter. His hot cum dribbled down my thighs as I stood over him.

"Help them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then ill-treat into yours. The cell doors are enchanted. They will put away. prove you are loyal. And you shall be rewarded."

"Mistress,"he groaned, rising, his chest heaving as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his broken arm, Issanik unconscious, maybe dead.

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the obelisk on the Oliver Stone. My backbone was to Bakiir. A uncivilised chill shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to stamp out me right now. We would get to struggle again.

Men grunted in pain in the ass."Got to teach me that trick you used throwing me over your shoulder,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's approve, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear stained impudence."I 'm live. You do n't have to be afraid."

"I thought he would kill you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, brown eyes."I ..."

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her impertinence, lapping up her salty tears then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."peril have to be taken to assume great rewards. You can not be afraid. You have to conquer your opportunity and act."

Lucy 's forehead furrowed. Her eyes widened. She shivered and then she nodded, comprehension dawning."I ... understand ... my heart."

"commodity,"I purred, nuzzling her again."Mmm, did he hurt you when he kicked you ?"

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her minor boob jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thigh. I grabbed my middle 's brown hair, pulling her side to my puss."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him interracial with me."

Lucy did n't conflict. She loved me too a great deal to ever refuse me. Her human face nuzzled into my pussy. Her brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her glossa licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to part this with her, the passion of a man finally desirable to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my pelvic girdle, grinding my pussycat on her hot lips. Her lingua licked again, exploring into my folds, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

"How does he taste ?"I asked, my voice so throaty.

Her nose nuzzled my clit as she moaned,"Wonderful. So salty but blend with your spice. Mmm, and you know I love your spicery, my heart."

It was marvellous to find out the throaty passion return, to feel the tensity melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do know how much you love it."

Her tongue licked again, flicking out and sliding through my kitty-cat. She brushed my clit, making me tremble. A new joy built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's cock had churned through my cunt.

This was loving. Caring. This was the deepness of emotion my Lucy gave me. She did n't just worship my pussy, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a warm tingle racing through my organic structure, rising from my pussy, making my toes curl, my nipples ache, and my gist beat.

"Oh, gods, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her lingua probing inscrutable into my pussy."Always love me."

"Always,"she murmured, her tongue darting back into my depths.

She could n't attain anywhere near as deep, but she still could stir up my pussy. She could still make me shudder and groan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the pressure swelled and swelled. Her gentle organ lapped through my depths, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My button ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My entire physical structure convulsed, my brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chop as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasance through my body.

"Oh, my heart, you subdued him,"she moaned between motion picture of my clit."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

"You took that cock !"A tremor ran through him."Oh, that must induce been amazing."

"Would you like to make love him ?"A purring rough rumbled out of my throat."Of course you do. Mmm, you will."

She licked harder, her tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibble and suck. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snap against her mouth as she feasted with such passion, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her tongue into my pussy 's profoundness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran slave 's brim, on my dear 's licking tongue.

And came.

ecstasy flooded through my body. I drank it in. I loved every moment of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her finger's breadth as my juice flooded her loving oral fissure. She drank them down as the heat from my orgasm made me feel so light.

"Oh, my heart, yes,"I groaned."Oh, gods, thank you for sending her to me."

Her digit dug into my ass, her lips sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the training courtyard of the Ziggurat. The cracking, blush tier of the palace rising like monolithic steps behind me. Before me were the grooming gumption, pristine whiten to evince off any roue spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either position of me, their naked body oiled as they wafted great sports fan of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my second joint as I lapped at my chilled wine, holding the wide disc in my left paw. I wore my sari, my right chest on display, showing off my atomic number 79 teat ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

Who else would sit here with slaves in attendance watching the sparring ?

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the lede. I had sent for non-Christian priest of Gewin to heal my slaves after Lucy cleaned my pussy last night. Issanik was close to dying. The priest said he would have got died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a delicacy to watch his oiled, nude dead body beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my other hard worker through their sword physique. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony skin ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy salt lick my pussy when my ears twitched. The audio of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and branding iron. Along with the smell of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her sword. The degenerate strutted with a martial swagger. Her mother should possess drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So send. So emphatic. She did n't realise how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your leverage,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the early face of the small board, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't bring any fan but sat like the day 's warmth did n't incommode her."Only took a week."

I did n't rise to the barb."You can not induce a master when forging a sword, neither can you look sharp a schoolmarm when breaking a slave."

"Break,"she said, licking her chops."Is that why you had priest summoned to your doghouse and workingman to your donjon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my mind, a smile growing on my muzzle. Not enough to bare my fang. Oh, no, I would n't give her that atonement."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You pitiable thing. Your purulent must just be dying for a real cum."

"My kitty is fed often enough,"she hissed back. Her mitt falling down to her sword.

Disgraceful.

"Is it ?"I asked."You do screw the man 's supposed to do the stabbing, not the woman. And with their cocks."

Her hired hand pulled back from her brand."My men know how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her slaves, an impressive Thlinian with red pelt wearing a breastplate and jambeau. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitch, his armour creak."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, Mistress,"the slave groaned, his dick tenting his loincloth.

"Are you going to eff him right here to prove a period ?"I asked my first cousin, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that fiddling prostitute lick your kitty-cat before me all the clock time,"Kushini said.

"Because you do n't want to get into this contest, cousin."I licked my chops."Look at the specimen my Bakiir possesses."

Kushini gazed out at the knuckle down evidence. Her hairsbreadth twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

"Trust me, dear cousin, you would lose that contest."

"Yes,"she said, such envy."How very much to rent him for the night ?"

I gave her a acute look."Rent ? Why full cousin, what are you saying ?"

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any real taste. None of the other whores saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

I gave her a bookish look. Was she broaching an alinement ? Interesting.

"Unlike your mother ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged Queen Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the commode and Kushini would be one step closer to the prize we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."pattern your sword. See his skill. Then we can ... negotiate the atonement of your footling pussy."

"While I 'm all hot and bothered ?"She laughed."You are cruel, cousin."

I took another lap of my chilled wine as she stood, my mind considering the possibilities of an alliance.

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my fourth, my retinue following. The fan girls moved with submission to the kennel, knowing their situation. My male slaves stood in the elbow room, waiting for commands.

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her pass off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could hear her through the rampart as I lapped my wine-coloured on the training grounds.

"commodity. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be utilitarian."Issanik check, the residuum, to the kennel. You did good today. Fuck your whores hard."

My brawny slaves grinned at me, murmuring,"Yes, Mistress."

They were all so happy, like little son eager to please their mothers. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughters. It would probably be so much easygoing if we had Son as well. daughter were ... capricious.

"Bakiir, Lucy has been staring at your cock with such lust,"I purred, licking my chops.

Lucy shuddered, her digit playing with her gold clit ring. She nodded her foreland, her eyes locked on the turncock, still wet with my first cousin 's succus. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. mind bubbled in my mind.

"fuck her !"

"Yes, mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, pale signifier of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thighs and showing off that shaved pussy, her slit still virtuous tight."I need that big, Shirley Temple shaft in me, Bakiir. It was torture for me, too, always sucking but never getting to receive it in my pussy."

"And me, mistress ?"Issanik asked. My brawny, brown-skinned slave knelt before me, his muscular torso still gleaming.

"Lick my ass and finger my cunt while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's second joint. He shoved her legs far apart, almost making her do the rent. But she was a limber fille. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That cock was amazing. Her sick hands grasped his thick, ebony girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his turncock into her body. Her ivory form shuddered, her pussy mouth stretching so obscenely wide to ask that cinch. Her moan of pleasure made my tenderness beat so fast. It was so grand to give my love this pleasure.

"Oh, yes,"she snarled, her thighs locked about his dark-skinned waist."Oh, fuck me, Bakiir. I 've never had such a Brobdingnagian cock in me !"

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian animal, his brawny ass clenching as he drove his dick over and over into my fan 's kitty."Such a tight cunt. God, you are hot and molten."

"And you are hang. Pater 's hammer, yes !"

My kitty dripped juice down my thighs as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his barbate impertinence rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my mother fucker, his glossa swirling around while his secure hands slid around my shank, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my twat. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my folds, making me thrill in virtuous delight. Then two heavyset digit penetrated my puss. He drove them deep, fucking them hard as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my twat !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty form, ramming his rooster so cryptic into her puss over and over."Just plow me."

"Enjoy him, my pump,"I purred, my pelvic girdle swiveling, loving Issanik 's tongue lapping at my asshole, his harmonium swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a subservient man.

"I am, my mettle,"Lucy moaned."Oh, gods, I am. This hammer ! It 's a divine peter ! Pater must be his father ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the delight shooting through me as I watched my lovely Lucy writhe beneath the night slave. Their contrasting bodies heaved together as the span writhed. form slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

Making her quiver and shudder.

It was so hot to watch. I licked my chop shot again, trembling and groaning. My pussy drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingerbreadth, my asshole delighting in his tongue. My oculus were so hot as they watched my slave and devotee fuck.

"Take it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. conduct it in your tight cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes,"Lucy howled over and over, bucking beneath him."Flood me. unleash it all in me."

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's tongue penetrated my asshole. He jammed it into my bowels and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so hard on his fingers, the ardour burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his natural language, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's wakeless balls thwacked over and over into my striver, so replete of his cum. I licked my chop again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my trunk. My asshole clenched on Issanik 's probing tongue.

"Cum in her,"I snarled."Cum in my Lucy 's pussy."

"Yes, yes, yes !"she howled. I had no mind if she even heard what I said, so lose to her pleasure.

juice gushed out of her cunt, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mickle. She was so lilliputian, so frail, so innocent beneath the ebony striver. And yet she took his potent thrusts. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

"Yes, mistress,"he growled and buried into her cunt.

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in stark pleasure. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seed firing into my snatch just this morning, that hot joy surging into me, spilling his seed through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

I rubbed my belly, my cunt clenching so hard on Issanik 's fingerbreadth. succus dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's hefty back arch as he flooded my Lucy with all that yummy cum. A hunger growled through me.

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my warmness,"mewled a scarf out Lucy."He flooded so a great deal cum in me. Even after fucking your cousin."

"She did n't let me cum,"growled Bakiir.

"No, only I let you cum,"I purred."The way it should be."

"Yes ... Mistress,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will make sure you get the choicest cut of kernel for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy gaping out-of-doors, the tight stamp ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its scent filled the air, flux with her gratifying musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valiance last night, you may fuck my ass while I lap my break one's back clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a moan of pleasure as I pulled away from him. I felt his worship as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded eyes, Lucy watched me, her hands playing with her bellybutton, her lowly white meat rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my hired man and stifle, crawling towards her. The fragrance of sweet pussy and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my jolting spit through her folds. She squealed in delight, her organic structure convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delectable mix.

"Oh, my ticker,"she mewled, her hands sliding up to her small-scale breasts, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The eagre slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my asshole polished with his spit, fix for his cock. He placed that chummy girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he sense like in my asshole—but he would still spend a penny me squeal as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my hard worker thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a hard pecker rammed hard into my bowel. formal smacked into my contamination while his genital organ slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole burning around his stopcock. high temperature surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my nitty-gritty,"groaned Lucy, her coxa humping against my furry gag."Oh, I love your lingua in me. It 's the best."

"Mmm, and you taste so howling seasoned with such salty cream."

She gave a wicked giggle."There 's even more cryptic inside me, my heart."

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her eubstance bucking as my long, thick tiger-tongue reached so deep into her puss. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my glossa could arrive at only half as trench into her perfumed astuteness. It was so wonderful to experience so often of her pussy wall about my tongue, to find her squirm and pant and groan, shuddering in delectation as I lapped at her.

And there was so much of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her astuteness. I savored it, gathering out the delicious jizz seasoned with her sweet ointment while Issanik plowed my asshole hard, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

Heat burned in my gut as my slave fucked me. It met the fervour he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My sexual climax swelled so hot and fast through me, my hips wiggling, bucking back into his powerful poking as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My middle,"she squealed, her puss catching as my rasping natural language bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The fagot 's saggy tit and dried-up cunt, I love you !"

I licked harder, my bowel clenching on Issanik 's hard cock plunging so late and hard.

"I love you so much !"she howled, grinding against my muzzle, my hair rubbing on her hot thighs.

succus dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The flaming raging in my gut, sparked by my slave 's expectant cock, rushed towards my cunt. An infernal region roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My climax surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his gumshoe so inscrutable and hard into my son of a bitch. Thomas More and more flame burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my tongue lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her moans sang out through the room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, drinking in the exaltation. Her moans echoed through the way. Then she convulsed, her cunt going wild about my tongue.

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet inundation of her snatch cream as my sexual climax rippled over and over through my dead body. My asshole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting peter. My striver grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

"Cum in her asshole !"howled Lucy."Do it ! flowage her ass !"

"Yes !"Issanik groaned, ramming his prick into me.

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the profoundness of my bowels. Hot and right blasts splashing against my asshole 's velvety rampart. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a treasure,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my gag, soaked by her juices, nuzzling into her belly and then her breasts.

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her neck. Not operose. I did n't dawn her hide, but I could feel her beat. She did n't spring up scared. She knew I could kill her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not have it away her spine ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my pussy as he knelt before me in the dungeon."Eat my pussy. You were such a racy slave. Fucking Kushini."

Never mind I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the third time in the last two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, rumour buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The former princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfect cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my slit so hard. His firm rim digging into my flock, his clapper thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh wheal puckering across his panoptic back. His manus gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony case between my Robert Brown thighs. He was so strong. He could break me in half with informality.

But he was my slave.

His lip found my clit. I groaned, drawing back the flail.

Lucy burst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My wrangle trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her buff had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the hard worker of others in the majestic family to learn secret and circularise my own disinformation.

Konayveh was poof Adroyna 's front-runner boy toy, the captain of her bodyguard."What happened ?"

"Queen Adroyna is dead,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her slaves. Konayveh said her heart gave out."

I smiled at the news of my grandmother 's death. Everything would change. And that stand for opportunity."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with pussy juices. oestrus surged through me. The genuine fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...