The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter One : Rakshasa 's New Slave
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Arena exploded with cheers, the boor and lowborn world rising in the stands, screaming their bloodlust as the new fighters entered the clean Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. I leaned forward in my seat in the royal box, a palpable excitement shooting through my heart as the prizefighter marched towards the center.

"Oh, you are going to love this match, earnest full cousin,"Kushini purred, her pink tongue licking her furry chop shot. Her leather bloomers creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. Whiskers twitched and her tiger-like ears flicked. Her white meat, both bare, quivered in anticipation. She ran a helping hand up her rich, night skin, cupping a breast. The nipple ring piercing her right nub glinted in the sunlight, marking her a member of the imperial family. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human woman from the neck down. But her straits was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.

I played with my own mamilla ring, my pinna flicking. A wet scabies swelled in my pussy at the striking, brawny Halanian prizefighter who strode out. He was a new accomplishment. I could see his heftiness ripple beneath his ebony skin, his head glimmer in the harsh sunlight streaming onto the clean sands of the sphere. Splashes and puddle crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting area, still fresh from the last fight.

I breathed, my mother wit of smell enhanced in my Rakshasa chassis. I never let my human face appear in populace. The mortification of appearing like one of the varmint who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the stands would lower my status among the royal stag family for years.

"Yes, he is a treat,"Kushini purred. She squeezed her titty, her slitted eyes sparkling with lust."Can you smell him ? The promise ?"

"Yes,"I purred, tugging on my nipple ring. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my post, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a purplish saree trimmed in gold that covered my left-hand breast and fell down to my mid second joint. I was n't a cyprian in wet pants and baring both tits.

Or a degenerate who demeaned myself by fighting in the arena like a human.

The brand Kushini wore was a shame. Such an open exhibition of power. No subtly. And she was secondly in railway line to the throne ! Two deaths away from being world-beater.

"I watched him sparring yesterday,"Kushini moaned."Oh, dear cousin, you should have seen him fight."

"You think he can defeat Henyak ?"I asked as Queen Adroyna, our grandmother, stepped up to the front of the box, still looking regal despite her age, her orange fur spotted with Gy that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than Grandmother. Three of her daughters, my own mother included, and two granddaughters had died trying to assassinate her. And she had dealt with her own brood sisters and jealous aunts before I was even a glimmering in my mother 's eyes.

She exuded forcefulness without resorting to something as crass as wearing a sword on her hip.

"Such a delicious attack aircraft,"faggot Adroyna said."So strong."

"His blood shall adorn the sands,"boasted Henyak from below. He was a brawny human, a native Naithan with brown skin. He wore a kilt of leather shoulder strap studded with iron studhorse and a steel helmet, his trident gripped in hired hand. He was a hero, a man who had fought for years and geezerhood. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the peril. Especially fighting new gladiators with promise, ending any threats to his supremacy before they could rival him.

"Such a hope,"Queen Adroyna purred."kill him, and I shall lavish you in gold, my love Henyak."

"He 'll have to shut his eyes to fuck her old pussy,"Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our body slaves and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned hard worker, gave a unholy giggle as she knelt before me naked, her shinny glistening with expensive vegetable oil, filling the air with a lovely smell of lavender and holding at bay the vulgar reek of the peasant crowding the pedestal, eagre for their entertainment and relief from the drudgery of their pointless lives.

My eyes flicked to the Halanian. Bakiir did n't appear afraid at all. I caught a flash of T. H. White. A grinning. A mocking grin as he flicked his brand and held onto his round, wooden carapace. His steel arm was clad in band steal from forearm to shoulder. Beside that, he wore a loincloth, showing off his solid body.

Those muscles.

"Lucy,"I purred,"attend me."

"Yes, Mistress,"my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my treasure. Secaran slaves were so rare. That blanch skin was so exotic. I made sure as shooting she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her young human face. I 'd owned her for three years, molding her into the perfect servant. I saw the love in her brown center, the smile on her back talk, her face delicate, farmed by her cushy, brownness hair.

She pushed my thighs apart, her fingers sending shudders up my eubstance. My heart raced. I petted her hair, loving her hot kisses on my material body as she moved up my thigh towards my burning twat. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My heart, though none of my babe, cousin-german, aunts, or even my grannie could make love that I loved her. They would use her against me. In public, she was just my pussy defeat slave.

I shuddered as her backtalk found my shave goose. They were so soft and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my kitty. Then her lingua flicked out, making my full body shudder and a purr rise in my throat. My middle were locked on the prizefighter, Bakiir and Henyak taking their positions.

"Such boldface confidence in Bakiir,"Kushini said, rubbing her thighs together."I can see why you are so wet for him, Malakisha."

"Mmm, yes,"I groaned, the sound of my epithet drawing my attention from the hero."What a slave he would make."

"You would buy him ?"Kushini 's ears twitched.

I did n't usher my wince. I was so shake, my blood stewing. Bakiir was a specimen. So whole. So impregnable. He could pause me in one-half. How sweet-flavored it would be to see him on his knees before me, begging to worship my cunt.

Lucy 's natural language slid through my puss folds and flicked my clit. I groaned, my capitulum and whiskers twitching. I pulled hard on the gold anchor ring piercing my nipple, twisting the dark nub. The tingles raced down to my hot pussy, to my button bathed by Lucy 's amazing tongue.

"Start it,"Kushini purred, her torso so tense now, her tit thrusting so hard from her small wearing apparel. She was so short and lilliputian, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her optic."Fight !"

"putting to death him, Henyak,"fagot Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each former. Bakiir 's muscles rippled as he moved across the white littoral, debris kicking up from his sandaled fundament. My pussy clenched, Lucy 's glossa notion so wonderful as she probed it into my pussy. I moaned as she savored the spicy taste of my musk.

Kushini tensed then let out a purring moan as Henyak 's trident crashed into Bakiir 's cuticle, wooden splinters flying. Then Bakiir 's sword swung, striking the trident. Metal rang as the men danced around each other, both their bodies rippling, oiled by swither and glistening in the noon sun.

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every bit of his hefty consistence moving. I seized Lucy 's hair's-breadth with my exit mitt, pulling my beloved slave 's rima oris mysterious into my cunt. I ground on her as the air rang with weapons get together, clattering.

The crowd cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

other princesses in the viewpoint watched, some having consistence slave devour their puss or know their puss, brawny hard worker who would breed dominating daughters. Rakshasas who would claw and scrap and defecate the nance of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a daughter Bakiir would fall in me.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as the men came together. I gripped Lucy 's fuzz so fuddled, humping against her tremendous tongue.

The beautiful young woman caressed my thighs as her knife slid through my folds and brushed my clit. My nub throbbed, my delight swelling in my astuteness. delectation rippled through me. I purred louder and louder. She sucked on my labia. She nibbled on my clit. She pleased me while I watched the men fight.

ruby flashed. lineage sheeted down Henyak 's dresser, a glancing black eye from Bakiir 's sword.

"Yes,"moaned Kushini, an orgasmic speech sound, her fingers pulling on both her mammilla. She purred as loud as me now."killing !"

She licked her chopper as Henyak roared, thrusting gruelling with his trident. Fast, quick thrusts, driving Bakiir back. My pussycat clenched, my stomach tensing. My sexual climax swelled in me as Bakiir took a lesion in his thigh. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

My nose twitched. Over the lavender oils adorning my slave, I smelled that tremendous odour. ancestry. Coppery. Vital. Life. I breathed in Bakiir's perfume as his leg buckled. It collapsed, bringing him to a kneeling crotch, leaving him vulnerable.

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"killing him,"moaned Kushini, on the verge of orgasming from the fury alone.

Henyak drew back his trident as he kicked aside Bakiir 's shield, leaving the Halanian undecided to attack.

I smiled, seeing the look on Bakiir 's facial expression as he faced death.

And came.

My kitty spasmed. Juices flooded into Lucy 's hungry mouth. My heart lapped at the ointment flooding out of my pussy. I shuddered, my tits heaving, my pass on beneath my sari, my right exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

"Las 's cock, yes !"growled Kushini, shuddering beside me in orgasmic pleasure.

Bakiir acted.

He sprang to the side, using his wounded leg. He was n't crippled like Henyak and the crowd thought. Bakiir rolled, bringing his sword up and swinging it hard. Henyak tried to recover, to pull back, but the leaf blade caught him in the throat.

I shuddered, my twat spasming so hard, rapture surging through me as the blood spurted. The ruby arched through the air. Kushini yowled so cheap, then roared out as her hefty climax wracked her lithe body.

The rapture boiled my idea as I stared at Bakiir, his enemy 's blood splashing across his dark chest, adding color to that ebony body. I licked my tongue across my chop shot, Lucy lapping up my juices gushing out of my pussy.

"Yes !"I snarled."Yes ! vendue !"

world-beater Adroyna 's head shot to me, her graying ears twitching as she stared at me heaving in orgasmic delight."You wish to buy him, Granddaughter ?"

"Yes,"I yowled."Auction !"

Konayveh leaned over and whispered to female monarch Adroyna. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian slave, chief of the queen 's bodyguard. Her head nodded as she looked at me."It has been three month since you initiated an auction."

I licked my chopper, my orgasm peaking."I know, Grandmother."

Her center narrowed. She had been looking forward to fucking Henyak. Her ravisher should be dry at her age, but she kept it lubed with young men. The queen turned, facing Bakiir as he stood over his enemy, breathing severe, ancestry streaming down his wounded second joint. He faced the tabby.

"auction sale, gamemaster,"she snarled.

The fat human being who ran the plot stepped out, his eubstance draped in expensive gems. He had glutted on the entertainment of the Washington. He rubbed his chubby fingers together as he stepped up beside Bakiir.

"Your August majesty,"he said with a bow."Let the call commencement at 500 dupondius."

"900 dupondius,"Kushini barked as she gained her feet and rushed towards the sharpness of the box. My ears twitched as she shot a look over her shoulder, licking her chop shot. Her right field hand rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an ivory tiger nous snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my ears twitching. My fang hungered for her throat. That cunt !"1000 dupondius."She would force me to waste my income for the month on this slave. I strode forward."You have dependable taste, Kushini."

"So do you, Malakisha,"she said, no hint of her triviality in her voice.

"1100 dupondius,"pregnant Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was older than me by two calendar month. Her tiger ears twitched. She gave me a hungry smile."Yes, you do have well taste, auntie Malakisha."

I ran my tongue over my fangs. Oh, would n't it be nice to just rip out her pharynx right now, too. But I could n't designate weakness like that. Killing publicly, killing out of ira, was little. Brutal and easy. No, when you killed your contender, it had to be planned, it had to be elegant. It had to be done at a distance, but clearly at your control, proof that you were a cunning killer. A true predator.

Something Kushini should teach. Twice she 'd killed with her sword.

"1500 dupondius,"Kushini said, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

"You must really want to figure out his soundbox clean of Henyak 's blood,"I said.

She shuddered in delectation."Such a treat does n't get along that often."

"1600 dupondius,"I said, licking my chops.

"Interested in roue yourself ?"Kushini gave me a side-long coup d'oeil."I thought your sake ran towards ... other refreshments."

"early ?"

Her vibrissa twitched."2000 dupondius."

My niece gave a vicious snarl, pushing off from the railing and marching away, clutching at her swollen belly. Lucy giggled behind me. I glanced at my full cousin and said,"2000 dupondius is a lot to pay for a man you 'll use once. Unless you plan on doing Sir Thomas More than recitation your sword on him."

"He is skilled."

"Especially when he 's disarm,"I said."2100 dupondius !"

"Unarmed ?"Her words were apartment, a clue of a growling rumble in her throat."You think I 'd rot him with such needless butchery."

"Is n't that what you do with all those slaves you buy ?"

"drivel from the docks."A Delicious chill ran through Kushini."Now him ... He is something special. await at him. Bleeding but standing so strong, so proud. He maybe a striver, but he does n't consider it."

"No, he does n't,"I said, staring at him.

"2500 dupondius,"Kushini shouted, a glint in her eye."How badly do you want to see him worshiping you like that minuscule working girl behind you ?"

angriness flared in me. But I did n't rise to her contumely. I did n't even twitch a hair."2600 dupondius."

"That badly,"Kushini said."Enjoy him, my dear Malakisha."

"I will."Then I gave her a aspect."Though I considered letting you have him. How much more can you borrow from your female parent before she grows angry with you."

Her sass curled back, baring fang. Then she whirled and stalked off, her two brawny slaves following after her. I leaned on the railing, staring down at the slave. Lucy pressed up beside me, her lavender scent filling my nose.

"He is a gorgeous one, Mistress."

"Yes, he is,"I said. Then, in my mind, added, my heart to the end of the sentence."He will be deserving every gold coin."

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My pussy burned as my new striver was chained into place. Bakiir stood defiant. I 'd paid for the priest of Gewin to mend his wound. I wanted him whole and unmarred before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my preferent slaves, yanked Bakiir 's thick limb into place.

His face was surd, optic defiant. He did n't protest Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his brass. His thoughts worked behind his defiant masquerade party, pondering how to escape. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as strong as him. And I had more hard worker in my kennels, other brawny warriors that I 'd broken.

He would try to arse around me with complacency.

I loved my dungeon. It was the pet part of my twenty-five percent in the Zigurrat. Dark and sweltering, the heating plant trapped in here. No airy balconies to revel the muckle of the city of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to take away the heat energy. Not in here. The rampart were unrelieved stone. inkiness branding iron mountain chain hung from the ceiling, each ending in manacles. From hooks on the wall hung my plaything, all my flails and whips and paddles and crops. So many fun instrument to recreate with.

The handcuff snapped shut about Bakiir 's wrists, the ringlet clicking into station. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the chains, ratcheting them tight. Bakiir 's arms were yanked upward and away from his trunk, pulling taunt the muscularity of his torso. His face flickered, feeling the melodic phrase in his arms.

"Mmm, you are such a brawny delight,"I purred, walking around him. My hand trailed across his ebony anatomy, feeling the ruggedness of his muscles. Stone. Unyielding. My fingers slid down his back to his ass, squeezing it."You are going to be such a delight."

"I 'm not afraid of your whip,"he growled.

"Good,"I purred, nuzzling my furry muzzle between his shoulder vane. He was so magniloquent as well as broad-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his spinal column. He shuddered as I licked at his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat.

My pussy was so wet.

I pressed my naked crotch into his ass, humping against him, my mammilla rubbing on his binding. I never wore clothes in my keep. No one did. This was a place of pleasure and pain sensation, and those were best experienced defenseless. My helping hand reached around him, my cunt growing More and more juicy. I felt his rippling abs on my way down to his cock.

And what a cock.

I gripped his cinch, my pussy clenching in eager anticipation. I licked at his spinal column again, sliding up his shoulder blade and making him moan. His dick twitched in my hired hand, hardening, swelling, growing even bigger as I stroked him.

"Mmm, yes,"I groaned."Does n't that just find nice ?"

He did n't answer.

My hand squeezed hard on the tip of his shaft, crushing his top. My other hired hand found his balls, holding them."I asked you a question, slave."

"Yes,"he said.

I squeezed his balls. Hard.

He bucked, teeth grinding against dentition as he fought the pain in the neck. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clitoris on his heavily muscles, shiver racing through his dead body. Sir Ernst Boris Chain rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

"Mistress,"I said."You address me as schoolma'am. Understand ?"I relaxed my hand on his balls.

"Yes ... kept woman,"he said, the rebelliousness midst in his voice. He 'd give me this, make me think he weakened. But soon he 'd have in mind it.

I stroked his cock again, still hard, his precum growing slippery at the tip."Good."I gave him a dearest raciness, letting him feel my fang but not penetrating the muscles of his upper back."So do my question. Does this feel effective, break one's back ?"

He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my pollex friction that thick, spongy top."Yes, Mistress."

"See,"I told him."What did you believe I would do to you here ? harm you ?"

He gave a barking laugh."I know how you Rakshasa 's deal with men."

"Oh, that we hurt you ? defecate you bleed and yowl ? That we eat you ?"I licked my mouth."That 's so true. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The founder of my first daughter. She might be queen one day. Does n't that excite you ?"

"No,"he growled.

"Mmm, but your tool says otherwise. You are so hard. So tidal bore for it. You did n't even buffer when I crushed your balls."I squeezed them again, his cock throb in my script as he grunted through his tooth."Oh, yes, you are going to be so much fun to hurt."

I pulled away from him, my pussy dripping. I glanced around the room. Lucy knelt like I 'd civilize her, her center staring up at me, shining with such dewy hullabaloo. Beside her knelt my two male slaves, their prick both hard before them.

I had trained them well."Thushin, the death chair. Lucy, my nitty-gritty, choose your instrument."

"Yes, Mistress,"Thushin said, rising.

"Mmm, I will, my heart,"Lucy said as she rose, her diminished mamilla bouncing. They were such lovely breasts. My eye flicked down to her loaded pussy, her pussycat newly shaved and glistening. The gold ring piercing her clit, marking her a royal slave, was coated in her excitement.

She loved whipping a man as much as me.

Thushin stood, his brown skin ripple. He was a native Naithan, his cock bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden chair in the turning point and sat on it. His dick was so hard ; the shaft annulus tied about the base made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get backup man for his erection, until I allowed him.

My cunt clenched as I moved to him, turning, and lowering myself to his lap.

His cock brushed my twat. I shivered, my hip undulating, then I slid my cunt down his peter. I groaned, his shaft spreading me clear. He filled me with his cinch. I groaned, my pinna twitching as I took Sir Thomas More and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, branch hugging me. His strong hands roamed my tum, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the paries, staring at the various party whip and flails, her slim hips wiggling with upheaval, her brown haircloth sweeping down her svelte back.

"Which shall she choose for you, buckle down ?"I asked, staring at Bakiir.

He stared at me, centre so hard."I do n't know ... Mistress."

My pussy clenched hard on Thushin 's cock. He groaned, his hired man squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest, savoring his strong suit. He was so satisfying. His hand moved, one sliding down to taunt my clit, the former to grope my breast. My capitulum twitched as he nuzzled his face into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a cut riding crop made out of starchy strapper leather. She swung it in the air, shuddering at the stinging phone."I think this will do, my heart."

"Indeed,"I purred, staring at Bakiir 's eye as Lucy advanced on him from behind.

Swish. SMACK !

He grunted, his body tensing as the riding crop crashed into his lip. His sable dick bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin 's hawkshaw, stirring his shaft through my pussy. A wild Wave of passion washed through me.

SMACK !

A twitch crossed his os frontale as his trunk drank in the stinging bother. Lucy had such a wicked smile on her mouth as she walked around him, her hand caressing his muscular consistence. She reached his cock, her pale fingers wrapped about his ebony girth.

"Mmm, did you like the kiss of my crop, slave ?"she asked.

His eyes snapped down to her."No, I did n't, slave."

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her left helping hand and cracking the riding crop across his chest with the former. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the way. I shivered upon my slave 's cock, his rough fingerbreadth rubbing at my clit, sending such delight through me.

"slave ?"Lucy asked."Oh, I am so much more than a slave."

shot !

Her fingerbreadth rubbed the jacket of Bakiir 's dick.

"I 'm your punishment and your reward,"Lucy purred, stroking his dick faster. She leaned in, licking at the dark welt rising across the muscularity of his chest.

He sucked in a breather, arms pulling at his chains as she licked along it.

"Mmm, I can give you pleasure."She rubbed the medallion of her hired hand into the tip of his iniquity dick, her picket ass wiggling."Or I can give you pain."

She bit his nipple. Hard.

"Worship our kept woman, and you get pleasure."Lucy purred."Defy her, and you get pain."

The crop swung hard.

CRACK !

I purred louder. I shuddered on Thushin 's cock. I loved watching my center workplace. She was such a wonderful char. So get it on, so vicious, so eager to impose pain for both our pleasures. I could watch her caper for hours.

"Do you want to hero-worship her ?"Lucy asked, falling to her stifle before him. She still stroked his huge cock."Do you want to be rewarded ?"

He gave me a stony look, full of all his stoical defiance. He would guide every drubbing she gave him without flinching. He promised to never break, to never worship me, to never be my obedient slave like Thushin and Issanik.

I groaned, wiggling more, purring louder. I drank in his defiance. pleasure rippled through me, partly from Thushin 's digit rubbing hard circles on my button, but more from this strong, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir 's forehead furrowed. His defiance cracked. It was gentle to fight pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful woman 's mouthpiece locked about your stopcock, sucking so unvoiced ... That was hard to press. He shuddered, subdivision pulling against the Ernst Boris Chain as she bobbed her head. I could listen her noisy sucks, my clit throbbing, knowing how yummy her oral cavity was.

CRACK !

She cracked the harvest into his chest of drawers as she sucked. It swished again over her oral sex to thwack into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain and pleasure combustion through his body at the same meter. I loved it. I smelled the salty scent of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her sweet juice down her thighs.

cracking !

She moaned, sucking hard on his tool, her header moving. Her ass wiggled as he knelt before him. I loved the pile of her pale butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her brown hair's-breadth danced about her articulatio humeri. And then there was his hearty, ebony mass, such a contrast between the two.

chap !

I purred louder and louder. Thushin 's hands moved from my breast and clit. He grasped my shank, lifting me with his brawny strength, fucking my pussy up and down his restrained cock. He groaned, savoring the delight of my cunt.

quip !

While I savored the delight of Lucy working.

CRACK !

Bakiir 's face tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her suck mouth. The chains rattled and clinked. The riding crop slapped into him over and over. The welts rose on his flesh, crisscross of pain while pleasance boiled through him.

It confused him.

"Yes,"I purred."You want that release."

He shook the chains.

"You want to blow up into her hot, sensual mouth."My snatch clenched on Thushin 's rooster. He hefted me faster and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, fast silk of my pussy burning around his dick.

The friction was so wonderful.

fling !

"You want to submerge her with your jizz,"I groaned.

Lucy moaned, bobbing her mouth so hard, sucking so noisily.

Bakiir grunted as the riding crop slammed into him again. His face twisted. He tried to be defiant. He tried to be strong. But he wanted that release. His climax ached to explode out of his balls and into her mouth.

"Beg for it,"I purred."Beg to flood her sassing. Her pussy !"I grinned at him."Imagine sliding that ebony monster into her tight cunt. To pump away at her blanch flesh."

"Bitch !"he snarled at me."You and your gods-damned kind are all bitches. Las 's smelly seed gave you only poison."

snap !

"He did,"I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of lecherousness, a race of all female person, needing males to run our appetites for pain and cock and cum. Needing them to reproduce."He made something marvellous in us."

CRACK !

"Gewin 's mighty cock !"he snarled, pulling harder at his chains.

"You want to cum ?"I moaned, my kitty clenching so hard on Thushin 's cock as he worked my cunt up and down his girth.

"You know I do, bitch !"His center glared at me."Tiger-headed working girl ! You want to have a go at it me. You want to sense my pecker in your pussy !"

CRACK !

"Crawl to me and I 'll fuck you !"he snarled.

CRACK !

He bucked at the flogger smacking into his lather chest.

"You are about to burst in her oral cavity,"I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his cock. The pleasance burned so hot through me, the friction sending joy rippling through me.

"Yes !"he growled."I 'll glut her mouth with my cum—"Pain burned across his face. He stared down in craze at Lucy, who 'd stopped sucking."You gods-damned whore !"

She 'd bit his shaft. Hard. Her hips wiggled faster. The crop fell from her hands to soak up them between her thighs. She rubbed at her pussy while Bakiir fought against the pain in the neck, shuddering in his chains.

Lucy came.

Her succus gushed from her pussy, splashing the Isidor Feinstein Stone base and flooding the dungeon with her sweet musk. I shuddered, savoring the pain burning at the stake in Bakiir 's face, the pleasure reaching through my fondness 's body.

"Beg !"I snarled at Bakiir."Beg and you can cum in her mouth. The pain will end !"

"NO !"

His voice thundered through the room. My sexual climax exploded inside me.

I drank in his defiance. My pussy went raging about Thushin 's cock. He groaned, wanting so badly to flood my pussy with his cum, but he could n't. Not with his cock boundary by the anchor ring. That made my climax even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the delight stroke through me.

I bucked on his lap, staring at Bakiir. I loved his ebony musculus straining. The defiance burning through his limbs. It made me so wet. It made me so hot. My orgasm surged higher and higher through me.

I would revel breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her small breasts jiggling as she felt my whiskers kiss her silky, tusk thighs as I nuzzled closer and closer to her sweet cunt. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chops. My pussy was on fire.

"Malakisha, my heart !"moaned Lucy when I buried my furry snout into her pussy and feasted.

My thick tongue rasped across her shaved build, gathering her odoriferous juices. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her little breasts heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her finger's breadth squeezing her nipples while I flicked her clit piercing.

She shuddered again. Her moan were so sweet as she writhed on my satin sheets. sang-froid air wafted in through my open window, twilight settling over the metropolis of Ankush. brazier standing around the room burned sandalwood to keep the stink of the mankind from profaning my bowers.

My heart 's juice melted on my natural language. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her chassis, my whiskers rubbing on her thigh. Delight shuddered down to my kitty-cat as my spiritualist whiskers, so long and delicate, caressed her silky flesh. My ears twitched, drinking in her moans.

"Oh, my heart !"she gasped."Oh, you spoil me ! The queen 's dried-up cunt, yes !"

"Mmm, shower me in your sweetened juice, my essence,"I purred between hot, hungry licks."Shower me in your delight."

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned."My heart ! My beautiful princess ! My Malakisha !"

I lapped with furious hunger, my tongue lashing up and down her pussy. I licked and lapped and teased her. I made her aching and moan. I made her chill in gross delight. She humped so laborious against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her lowly breasts jiggling as she squeaked out her pleasure, her evenhandedly face burning with cherry-red passion.

I loved it. My kitty-cat was so hot as my clapper rasped across her puss. Then I pressed it in her, licking through her silky depths. A rakshasa 's tongue was thicker than a humans, like a Panthera tigris, rough and teasing. It made her groan and gasp, her moans echoing through the room.

"My nerve !"she squeaked, bucking so hard."Oh, yes, my heart. Oh, that 's so proficient. Oh, I love it. You spoil me. My inwardness, yes !"

I purred as I spoiled her. I would give her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my family would see me as light. You did not get laid slaves. You did not be intimate anything. Humans loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.

We feasted upon them. How could you ever love your prey ?

But then I met Lucy. The first sentence I saw her crying in the slave pen, draped in rag week, her organic structure whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and face, something kindled in my heart. She was destined for the brothels. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure gladiators and hero. But her eyes met mine. Those soft, brown doe-eyes. The bit I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That artlessness drowning in filth. pureness I could regulate, shape, turn into a vicious predator.

She had stolen my heart with those optic. And then given me her own.

So I licked her harder. I loved my seraphic Lucy. My gist. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her hired man squeezed those firm, small tits. Her groan echoed through the room as she quivered and shake on the bed. Her brown pilus swept across her face.

"Yes, yes, yes ! My heart and soul !"Lucy gasped."By the pouf 's shrivel up tits, yes !"

Her juice squirted out of her pussy. A geyser of passion. My whiskers twitched in delight as she matted down my fur. She trembled and bucked. She reason against me as she moaned out her rapture. She humped so hard on me, smearing that hot twat on my thirsty lip, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her passion as it raged through her trunk. I savored every pearl of it. My face fungus rubbed into her thigh as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my cunt growing so hot and juicy, eagre to have her.

My articulatio coxae wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my waist by a leather harness, swung between my second joint. Its foot rubbed on my clit, giving me a taste of delight as I kept eating my beautiful heart. I devoured her puss. I licked through every cranny.

And she kept cunning.

"Malakisha !"she howled."I love you ! I love you so much !"

My ears twitched at her Holy Writ. My pussycat clenched. My center raced. I licked my chopper, gathering up her confection musk. I stared up her flushed physical structure, such joy burning in her brown eyes, that naughty smile on her lips.

"Oh, let me repay you, my heart,"she moaned, writhing."Mmm, dip that dildo into my cunt. screw me hard ! Pound me ! Take your pleasance in me !"

I purred louder. My tongue licked at her purulent one final time, making her back arched. I flicked her clit and then kept licking, dragging my hot, rough in natural language across her shave pubic hammock. She squirmed, giggling as my natural language reached her stomach.

I probed into her bellybutton.

"My heart and soul !"she squealed as I swirled around, tasting her swither pulling in her cute innie divot.

Then I licked higher. I loved the flavor of her cutis. The heat beneath her. My unit of ammunition breasts rubbed on her pale cutis. I was n't as dark as Bakiir, only a copious brown compared to his abstruse ebony, but it still was a delicious passel. My tit ached as they caressed her flesh, my nipple ring twisting on my good nub.

I licked between her knocker. I paused, swirling my tongue around her mightily pitcher's mound. Her firm tit quivered. Then she squealed as my fierce clapper swirled over her pink teat. Everything about her was so pale and soft.

"Oh, yes, Malakisha,"she groaned, squirming, her stomach rubbing on my teat."Mmm, you spoil me."

"I love you,"I growled, my voice thick with primal thirstiness. I nipped her pap with my sharp-worded fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our white meat pressed together as my undefended jaw seized her throat. My teeth pricked at her neck opening, dimpling her hide. I felt her impulse British pound sterling through her throat. It did n't increase. No fear sweetened her scent.

She knew only a little Sir Thomas More pressure from my bite and I would rip out her throat. I could kill her, and no one would handle. She was my slave. I could feed on every bit of her, use her to run every one of my hungers.

"My heart,"she moaned."Fuck me ! Satiate yourself."

I rammed my dildo into her puss while gripping her throat.

Her thigh locked around my hips as my dildo plunged into her cunt. Now her heart raced loyal as delight surged through her. She hugged me, rubbing my back while moaning her pleasure, her throat vibrating in the grip of my jaws.

The base of my dildo pressed on my clit. I plunged in punishing, fast, thrusting into her depths, stirring her cunt to a hot froth as she groaned and shuddered beneath me. She humped up into my thrusts, driving the toy harder into my clitoris as our bodies slapped together.

"My heart !"she squealed."Yes, yes, yes, roll in the hay me ! enthral me !"

No fear. She felt my teeth and had no fear.

I loved her so much.

I drove my pelvic arch hard, my clit aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my cunt and through my dead body. My pinna twitched as her fingers traced my spur, sending tingles racing through my body. Driving my hip joint to fuck her harder, faster.

Our flesh slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her beloved and rage. Her vocalization was so sweet. Our spicy and mellifluous musks filled the air with ravisher. I breathed in her smell, our cunts, the sandalwood incense. I savored it all as I rammed the dildo over and over into her.

My clit ached.

My joy swelled.

"Yes, yes, yes, Malakisha ! Fuck me, my bosom ! Oh, the queen 's wrinkled ass, yes ! Plow me ! handle my puss ! Cum !"

My pleasure swelled with every thrust. The base of the dildo caressed my throb clit. My kitty clenched. juice dribbled down my thighs while my jaws twitched. One raciness, and I would try her lineage. I would feast on her.

I wanted to. My hips plunged faster. My tooth tightened. No fear from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So believe. So loving. I could never injure her. I rammed my dildo into her profundity. Her consistence shivering beneath me. Her pleasance squeaking out of her back talk as she came.

And so did I.

A rumbling snarl fusillade from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the ecstasy flooded through my physical structure. Her hands held me. Her thigh gripped me. Her moans sang through the air as we shared our passion. Our love.

My jaws released her throat. I nuzzled my gun muzzle against her backtalk, licking her aspect. She kissed me, working her lip against my Fang. I shivered, letting my change go, letting my human facial expression appear. Fur and hairsbreadth retracted. My capitulum shrank, my wavy, dark hair growing, spilling about my fount as my lip became balmy like hers.

And then were we kissing with no Fang, no fur, no barriers. Our trunk pressed tight, holding each other as our orgasm peaked. Only with her did I disclose my homo face. Her hands moved, touching my smooth out cheeks, center moist and dewy.

"My essence,"she sighed when I broke the kiss.

I rubbed our nozzle together, wanting to purr, but unable to with homo vocal chords.

We held each other for a piece, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the feel of each other. And then she said,"It 's been two Day. Do you suppose he 'll ever break dance ?"

"Yes,"I purred.

"But, two days without cumming ... And the kennel are so noisy."Lucy gave a wicked giggle."Thushin and Issanik are enjoying their women as much as they can. And so are the others. I did n't know a man could go two days without cumming. Not willingly."

"He 's restrained ?"I asked.

"Unable to match his cock."She shivered beneath me."Thushin has that redheaded woman of the street of his pressed up against the kennel BAR, her tits shoved into Bakiir 's cellphone as he fucks her from behind."

I laughed. Thushin loved his redhead. I bought the missy for him as a advantage. She lived in his cell, set up to be used whenever he wanted.

"But ..."Lucy 's cheek fell."Bakiir has lasted two days. None of the others has."

"He 's so strong. He 'll hold for days longer. And when he does break, he will be devoted to me."

"Not as devoted as I am,"she said.

"Who can be ?"I rubbed her nose."But you 're not my slave. Not really."

She kissed me hard. Then she let out a groan of annoyance.

"What ?"

"I have my tryst,"she said.

"With Konayveh again ?"

Lucy gave a unholy smiling."He has to fuck that old, toothless queen 's dried-up twat. He yearns for hot, besotted quim."

I rolled off of her."Enjoy your lover."

"He 's ... amercement,"Lucy shrugged."But he gossips."

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy bear her fan ?

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"Your peter looks so hard,"I purred as Bakiir stood in his mountain chain, implements of war outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her pale finger stroking his ebony cock.

He jerked at his range of mountains. He liked to do that.

"A week without cumming. How your shaft must be backed up."I knew he would ingrain me. Charles Frederick Worth every dupondius I paid for him.

He spat to the side. Then groaned as Lucy engulfed his cock with her mouth.

My party whip hissed through the air and ...

shot !

A bleeding line appeared on his back. I shuddered at the scent of coppery parentage spilling in the air. My hips wiggled. He growled through the hurting and joy, Lucy sucking so hard on his rooster as I drew back the whip.

"Beg !"

crack !

"NEVER !"he howled, pulling so hard on the chains.

I drew back the whip. Lucy moaned as she sucked, her hands gripping his ebony ass.

The whip hissed down at his back, his muscularity so tense, his subdivision straining so hard.

cranny !

My puss clenched. Juices dripped like molten lava down my thighs.

"adoration me !"

offer !

"service me !"

CRACK !

"And then you can cum. You can run out your cum in Lucy 's mouthpiece and erupt !"

He howled in everlasting rage, blood dripping from his articulatio radiocarpea, the manacles biting into his chassis. The inter-group communication of the chain ground together as he strained. A trickle of dust fell from the ceiling as I cracked the whip across his back.

Another bleeding line appeared. Blood ran in hot rivulets down his dorsum, filling the air with that—

A snap groan resounded through the dungeon.

His right wing chain ripped absolve the bolts anchoring it to the cap. With a yowl of rage, he whipped the large length of metal at my head.

To be continued ...