The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : Knife romp
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The range hurtled at me, a greyish-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the rough stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, 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 panic as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my look and head teacher, my whiskers twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such strength. He pulled free the bolt of lightning from the masonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the peril, or maybe because of it, my pussycat was so wet as I stared at the furious gladiator. That mighty tower of soot black physique before me.

If I could tame him ...

"fancy woman !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian slave surged forward to grapple Bakiir.

The chain cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his equilibrium. But the shelf toppled. A pelting of whips and nemesis fell with Issanik as he hit the primer bit before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her physical structure quiver. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft Brown University and full phase of the moon of desperate Bob Hope. She needed me to economise her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to throw her back and charge her tumbling into the break up shelf. She coughed, clutching her tum, botheration crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left paw, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt rid holding the isthmus closed. The restraint popped clear, freeing him. He flicked the range in the Same motion, striking Thushin 's raise arms.

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

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

My hands flexed as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the strand to outsmart 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 white meat jiggling. Fire pumped through my veins and juice ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my keep and into my doghouse, striding past the cages where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us liberate, schoolmarm,"they growled, eagre to press for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel cyprian, the female slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the spine, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the rack of sword and axes and Mace and sticker, stacks of armour of all shapes, the gear to outfit my slave. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as all-encompassing as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like full stop. Valyan steel, finest quality, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

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

The chain cracked him across the cheek. He snapped back and hit the primer insensate, stemma spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the crimson fragrance electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery delight in the air upon my tongue, shuddered.

With a oink, Bakiir threw himself forward and heaved against Thushin 's arm. My Naithan slave flew over Bakiir 's berm and crashed down on Issanik, screaming in pain as he landed on his divulge arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hired hand and knees.

I moved.

Before he could jump, I crossed the distance, springing with the upper of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't have to be trained to be killer whale, we simply were. A ace 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 sharp sharpness pressing in his pharynx. pedigree flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you sense expiry, warrior ?"I asked, my leftover deal running across his bald head, loving how smooth it was, how glazed in the torch luminosity."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His side hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand metre, have n't you ? That bitch wanting to steal away your life. You 've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his flesh. I could finger his pulse throbbing up the sword and into my handwriting, the frantic beat of his living."So you have a choice. Let her kill you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it skid, cutting into flesh above his trachea. The proscribed layer of his tegument parted, parentage flowing. I let him palpate the hope of demise 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 vane, to a greater extent ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to expunge. I could see the computing. Could he swing his chain fast enough to kill me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand guess out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the fight, but now he felt that feminine ghost, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my pharynx as I stroked him, feeling his life heart rate in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his shaft throbbing.

"You can die,"I growled, pressing the obelisk just a tiny bit harder, forcing him to move his head back."Or you can surrender to the pleasure I can provide."

He did n't say a parole. Stoic pride faced me. That massive resistance that had kept him fighting even when his trunk was scourged, even as line ran down his trunk from the osculation of my whip. And yet his cock was sending him that delight, that delight, that aching need to erupt.

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

All week he had fought against it. I had n't allowed him to cum. I had Lucy bring him to the threshold over and over while he felt pain. I kept him bound early metre, unable to touch himself while listening to my other slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

His will was atomic number 26. But even iron bent. Especially when heated.

"Just surrender into X and let death spare you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its edge. Death was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his cock throbbing in my hand. He stretched out onto his spinal column as I kept pushing with the dagger, his branch sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my bitch to his toilsome tool, rubbing my twat up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his rigour, my kitty lips begging to engross every inch of his cinch. He was so big, so thick. All my hard worker were hung, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my left hand up his worst pectus, crossing the belittled wounds, the origin sticky as it dried. I felt his muscleman quivering. I kept the tongue pressed to his pharynx, sliding my cunt up and down his peter, staring into his eyes.

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

But that would be such a waste.

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

He let out a groan, his brass twisting against the pleasure.

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can love your schoolma'am. I 'll even let your semen spill into me. You can be the male parent of my daughter. All you have to do is love me. Worship me. Then you 'll experienced exaltation. You 'll be pampered. I 'll pay you women. I 'll rescind you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hip joint, rubbing my clit across his cock 's treetop, feeling it throb and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No more pleasure for you. No more opportunity to crusade. No more proving your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his rim with my thick tongue, the pleasure rippling through me. My juices dripped hot from my cunt, making his dick more and to a greater extent slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. cristal or death."

He closed his oculus."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"fancy woman,"he said, his voice tight as it burst out of his throat."You are my ... Mistress."

"Mean it,"I groaned, my clit throbbing on his tool. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and worship me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A shudder went through him. Something changed in his oculus. They widened for a moment, showing all of his gabardine."I am your slave, kept woman. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."

I licked his mouthpiece again, my natural language pushing past his lips into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my white meat to his whipped chest, his sticky blood coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my purulent lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My eyes widened, my tiger-ears twitch. His cock was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take up him, to take back his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent of his cinch. I kept the obelisk pressed to his pharynx as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my consistency. It was amazing. My pussy burst with delight as I sank all the way down his rooster, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his centre."Do you feel the reward for your service ?"I asked, my cunt clenching on his dick."Do you understand what submission gives you ?"

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

His helping hand grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his descent. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my titty. My twat shifted on his dick as I slid into lieu, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't get laid him hard or quick. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every instant of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing strong with my pussy, boozing in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thighs, the ache in my muscles demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the bound of the tongue. His handwriting squeezed my ass then roamed my trunk. I savored his strong, calloused touch. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The pansy 's sagging tits,"I groaned in pure joy."Oh, immortal, this dick, my substance. This cock is amazing."

"Yes, my heart,"Lucy said, still in the turning point, her heart wide-cut, stunned by the ferociousness that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eyes."Amazing cock."

Poor thing. She was n't a vulture, but quarry. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the clock time to console my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my pussy up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this pecker in me. The girth was so chummy, stretching my catch spread so wide. My cunt clenched on it while my joy rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To drown me in rapture.

My titty jiggled in his impregnable hands. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my pap ring, twisting my properly nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his cock, impaling my cunt over and over on his tool. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully late. My pussy 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 manus tightened on my face."Nor a woman,"he growled,"as strong."

I licked my chop shot, my purulent clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my puss up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic bone. Wild abandon filled me now, my orgasm edifice so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't restrain myself. My principal arched back, my sensory hair twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my pelvis twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this prick had to offer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would kill me.

I had to screw. Was he sincere in his entry ?

"My mistress,"he groaned, squeezing my tits so hard as his rose hip bucked up. He bounced me on his cock."Seljan 's whiskers, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

"It 's a privilege I 've granted to no other man. None have cum in my pussy. But you ... You have earned it. lease your reward."

I slammed down his tool, my clit striking his pubic bone. twinkle flared through me, landing on the tinder of my orgasm.

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

He grunted, hips driving upward, our flesh slap together again, more glint exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my knocker so hard. pain flared from them, spicing the ecstasy surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the start metre. I had felt it in my ass and lip, but never my pussy. None of my slave had earned the right to engender me. But Bakiir ... My girl would be so right. She would be shifty, cunning. It would take all my effectiveness and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

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

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting cock. I drank in the hot semen, my orgasm growing so hot. XTC whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snarl up echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My mistress,"he groaned as the final exam blast of his ejaculate shot into me.

"My hard worker,"I groaned, bringing the obelisk to my mouth. I licked at the cold metal, tasting the crimson of his blood. A net tingle ran through my body."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"assistance them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The electric cell doorway are enchanted. They will interlace. 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 sticker on the stone. My back was to Bakiir. A wild thrill shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to toss off me right now. We would have to struggle again.

Men grunted in nuisance."Got to teach me that magic trick you used throwing me over your berm,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's ok, my warmness,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear stained cheek."I 'm alive. You do n't take in 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 cheek, lapping up her salty tears then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."risk of infection have to be taken to seize great reward. You can not be afraid. You have to get hold of your opportunity and act."

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

"trade good,"I purred, nuzzling her again."Mmm, did he smart you when he kicked you ?"

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her pocket-size breasts jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my second joint. I grabbed my heart 's brown hair, pulling her face to my twat."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him desegregate with me."

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too a good deal to ever hold out me. Her aspect nuzzled into my pussy. Her browned oculus stared up at me. I shivered at the rage in them as her knife licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to parcel this with her, the love of a man finally worthy to spawn me. My sum raced as I undulated my hips, grinding my pussy on her hot mouth. Her tongue 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 spokesperson so throaty.

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

It was marvelous to see the throaty passion counter, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do know how very much you love it."

Her tongue licked again, flicking out and sliding through my puss. She brushed my clitoris, making me tremble. A new pleasure built in me, something gentler than the raging love Bakiir 's cock had churned through my cunt.

This was loving. Caring. This was the depths 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 body, rising from my twat, making my toes curl, my tit ache, and my heart beat.

"Oh, graven image, yes, be intimate me, Lucy,"I purred, her spit probing mystifying into my kitty."Always love me."

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

She could n't get to anywhere near as trench, but she still could stir up my slit. She could still make me shudder and groan, my build clenching on her glossa as the pressure swelled and swelled. Her gentle organ lapped through my depths, her sassing nuzzling into my labia.

My button ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My total trunk convulsed, my brown mamilla heaving. I howled, licking my chop shot as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasure through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

"Would you like to fuck 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 nibbled and suck in. Her script grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her back talk as she feasted with such passion, making me shiver and groan.

She nibbled on my clitoris. She fucked her knife into my kitty-cat 's depth. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, brown pilus. I ground on my Secaran slave 's lips, on my beloved 's licking tongue.

And came.

ecstasy flooded through my body. I drank it in. I loved every instant of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingers as my succus flooded her loving oral fissure. She drank them down as the heat from my orgasm made me palpate so light.

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

Her fingers dug into my ass, her back talk sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The side by side day, I sat beneath the silk marquee in the training courtyard of the Ziggurat. The gravid, crimson grade of the palace rising like massive steps behind me. Before me were the preparation sands, pristine Edward D. White to show off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked physical structure oiled as they wafted neat buff of peacock butterfly plumage, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her nerve against my thigh as I lapped at my cool wine, holding the wide dish aerial in my left hand. I wore my sari, my right white meat on exhibit, showing off my gold mamilla ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the jumper cable. I had sent for priest of Gewin to bring around my slaves after Lucy cleaned my pussy last night. Issanik was close to death. The priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a delicacy to watch his oiled, defenseless body beneath the harsh high noon sun as he led my former slaves through their sword forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony hide ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lap my pussy when my ear twitched. The sound of armoured men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her sword. The deviate strutted with a martial swagger. Her female parent should let drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So unmediated. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use placeholder. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the other incline of the pocket-size table, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't bring any rooter but sat like the day 's hotness did n't bother her."Only took a week."

I did n't resurrect to the gibe."You can not step on it a master when forging a blade, neither can you look sharp a kept woman when breaking a slave."

"Break,"she said, licking her chop."Is that why you had priest summoned to your kennel and working man to your donjon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head, a smile growing on my muzzle. Not enough to denude my fangs. Oh, no, I would n't give her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You wretched thing. Your slit must just be dying for a real cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her hand pulled back from her blade."My men know how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the breechclout of one of her slave, an telling Thlinian with red skin wearing a breastplate and greave. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, mistress,"the slave groaned, his cock tenting his loincloth.

"Are you going to screw him right here to prove a point in time ?"I asked my cousin, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that footling tart lick your pussy before me all the fourth dimension,"Kushini said.

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

Kushini gazed out at the striver primer. Her whiskers twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

"Trust me, devout cousin-german, you would lose that contest."

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

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

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

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

"Unlike your mother ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged queer Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the throne 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."Practice your sword. See his attainment. Then we can ... negotiate the expiation of your little pussy."

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

I took another lap of my chilled wine-colored as she stood, my judgement considering the hypothesis of an alliance.

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my twenty-five percent, my cortege following. The fan girlfriend moved with submission to the kennel, knowing their berth. My male slave stood in the room, waiting for commands.

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her headspring off when Bakiir fucked my cousin-german. I could get word her through the walls as I lapped my vino on the training grounds.

"Good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was grand. That would be utilitarian."Issanik stop, the rest, to the dog house. You did good today. fuck your cyprian hard."

My brawny hard worker grinned at me, murmuring,"Yes, Mistress."

They were all so happy, like small boy eager to please their mother. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had girl. It would probably be so much easier if we had Word as well. Daughters were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingers playing with her gold clit halo. She nodded her headway, her centre locked on the hammer, still wet with my cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. Ideas bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, blench form 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 puss, her slit still virgin tight."I need that big, black dick in me, Bakiir. It was torturing for me, too, always sucking but never getting to go through it in my pussy."

"And me, kept woman ?"Issanik asked. My brawny, brown-skinned slave knelt before me, his muscular physical structure still gleaming.

"Lick my ass and fingerbreadth my bitch while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

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

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his shaft into her trunk. Her ivory form shuddered, her puss lips stretching so obscenely broad to take that cinch. Her moans of pleasure made my heart measure so fast. It was so wonderful to establish my love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian savage, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my fan 's kitty."Such a tight cunt. divinity, you are hot and molten."

"And you are pay heed. Pater 's tool, yes !"

My snatch dripped juices 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 asshole, his glossa swirling around while his strong helping hand slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough finger found my catch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my crease, making me shudder in saturated delight. Then two thick fingers penetrated my snatch. He drove them deep, fucking them knockout as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty signifier, ramming his prick so deep into her kitty-cat over and over."Just plow me."

"Enjoy him, my affectionateness,"I purred, my coxa swiveling, loving Issanik 's clapper lapping at my motherfucker, his pipe organ swirling around my knit opening.

He was such a subservient man.

"I am, my heart,"Lucy moaned."Oh, god, I am. This cock ! It 's a Godhead rooster ! Pater must be his father ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the joy shooting through me as I watched my pin-up Lucy writhe beneath the night slave. Their contrasting bodies heaved together as the dyad writhed. Flesh slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

Making her quiver and shudder.

It was so hot to learn. I licked my chop again, trembling and groaning. My pussy drank in the dip of Issanik 's fingerbreadth, my SOB delighting in his lingua. My eyes were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"Take it, you piffling whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. exact it in your tight cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes,"Lucy howled over and over, bucking beneath him."inundation me. loose 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 severe on his digit, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's lumbering orb thwacked over and over into my slave, so to the full of his cum. I licked my chop shot again, staring at them. A hot chill ran through my dead body. 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 idea if she even heard what I said, so lost to her pleasure.

juice gushed out of her snatch, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his sight. She was so tiny, so frail, so clean-handed beneath the Diospyros ebenum slave. And yet she took his powerful thrusts. She took his prick 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 utter joy. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seed firing into my kitty just this daybreak, that hot pleasure surging into me, spilling his seeded player through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my heart,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so a good 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 excision of meat for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her stage were still ranch wide, her pussy gaping open, the pissed seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its smell filled the air, mixed with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism last night, you may love my ass while I lap my slave clean."

"Yes, fancy woman,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a moan of delectation 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 small boob rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my hands and knee joint, crawling towards her. The scent of sweet cunt and salty cum filled my cutting nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough glossa through her folds. She squealed in delight, her torso convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my centre,"she mewled, her workforce sliding up to her small breasts, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The eager slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my asshole polished with his tongue, ready for his cock. He placed that chummy girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he palpate like in my asshole—but he would still defecate me confess as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a hard putz rammed hard into my bowel. Balls smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my dickhead combustion around his cock. heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my heart,"groaned Lucy, her hips humping against my furry muzzle."Oh, I love your tongue in me. It 's the best."

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

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

"Let 's discover out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, heavyset tiger-tongue reached so cryptic into her puss. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could reach only one-half as abstruse into her sweet astuteness. It was so wondrous to feel so much of her twat walls about my spit, to feel her wiggle and pant and groan, shuddering in joy 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 yummy jizz seasoned with her mellifluous ointment while Issanik plowed my bastard hard, grunting with every grand thrust.

Heat burned in my bowels as my slave fucked me. It met the upheaval he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My coming swelled so hot and profligate through me, my articulatio coxae wiggling, bucking back into his muscular thrust as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my rough tongue bathed her profoundness."Yes, yes, yes ! The fairy 's saggy tits and dried-up cunt, I love you !"

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

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

Juices dripped down my thigh, my pussycat growing hotter and hotter. The flak raging in my bowels, sparked by my slave 's great cock, rushed towards my cunt. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged ecstasy through me.

My bowel writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his dick so cryptic and hard into my bastard. more than and Thomas More flames burst from my ass, raging through my trunk. I shuddered, my spit lapping so fast and trench into Lucy 's pussy.

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

"My meat !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet flood of her pussycat cream as my orgasm rippled over and over through my body. My asshole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting cock. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his dick over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my hard worker 's jizz pumped into the profundity of my bowels. Hot and muscular blow splashing against my son of a bitch 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my snatch still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my sum, you are such a treasure,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my gun muzzle, soaked by her succus, nuzzling into her belly and then her breasts.

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her neck. Not hard. I did n't penetrate her skin, but I could feel her pulse. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could obliterate her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her back ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my slit as he knelt before me in the keep."Eat my pussy. You were such a naughty 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 finale two hebdomad she 'd rented him. Already, rumour buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfect cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussy so hard. His warm backtalk digging into my folds, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his vertebral column. He grunted, fresh welt puckering across his broad back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his sable facial expression between my brown second joint. He was so strong. He could break me in half with rest.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy burst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her lover had canceled their allotment. I encouraged my Lucy to make the striver of others in the royal household to discover enigma and fan out my own disinformation.

Konayveh was Queen Adroyna 's ducky boy toy, the captain of her escort."What happened ?"

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

I smiled at the word of my grandmother 's Death. Everything would change. And that think chance."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with purulent juice. warmth surged through me. The real fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...