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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Arena exploded with cheers, the peasants and lowborn homo rising in the stands, screaming their bloodlust as the new combatant entered the white Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. I leaned forward in my rump in the royal box, a palpable fervor shooting through my heart as the prizefighter marched towards the center.

"Oh, you are going to love this mates, dear cousin,"Kushini purred, her pink natural language licking her furry chops. Her leather pants creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. Whiskers twitched and her tiger-like ears flicked. Her knocker, both bare, quivered in anticipation. She ran a hand up her rich, sour skin, cupping a tit. The nipple ring piercing her right nub glinted in the sunlight, marking her a member of the royal family. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human woman from the neck down. But her headway was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.

I played with my own nipple band, my ears flicking. A wet itchiness swelled in my snatch at the striking, brawny Halanian gladiator who strode out. He was a new accomplishment. I could see his musculus ripple beneath his jet black tegument, his head gleaming in the harsh sunlight streaming onto the Elwyn Brooks White sands of the field. Splashes and pools crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting country, still saucy from the finale fight.

I breathed, my good sense of flavour enhanced in my Rakshasa contour. I never let my human face appear in world. The mortification of appearing like one of the vermin who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the standpoint would take down my status among the royal family for years.

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

"Yes,"I purred, tugging on my teat ring. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my station, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a regal sari trimmed in gold that covered my left breast and fell down to my mid second joint. I was n't a whore in blotto pants and baring both tits.

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

The steel Kushini wore was a ignominy. Such an overt exhibition of baron. No subtly. And she was second in origin to the potty ! Two deaths away from being pansy.

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

"You think he can get the better of Henyak ?"I asked as Queen Adroyna, our grannie, stepped up to the front end of the box, still looking purple despite her age, her Orange River fur spotted with gray-headed that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than grannie. 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 sister and overjealous auntie before I was even a glimmer in my mother 's eyes.

She exuded strong point without resorting to something as crass as wearing a blade on her hip.

"Such a luscious fighter,"Queen Adroyna said."So strong."

"His line shall decorate the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin,"boasted Henyak from below. He was a sinewy homo, a native Naithan with brown skin. He wore a kilt of leather strap studded with iron scantling and a brand helmet, his trident gripped in paw. He was a hotshot, a man who had fought for years and years. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the danger. Especially fighting new gladiators with promise, ending any threats to his domination before they could equal him.

"Such a promise,"tabby Adroyna purred."Kill him, and I shall shower down you in gold, my dear Henyak."

"He 'll consume to close his centre to fuck her old cunt,"Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our consistency slave and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned slave, gave a arch giggle as she knelt before me defenseless, her skin glistening with expensive fossil oil, filling the air with a lovely smell of lavender and holding at bay the unwashed foetor of the provincial crowding the stands, eager 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 flannel. A smile. A mocking smiling as he flicked his sword and held onto his round, wooden shell. His sword 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 pale skin was so alien. I made surely she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her vernal brass. I 'd owned her for three long time, molding her into the perfect servant. I saw the love in her brown optic, the smile on her brim, her face delicate, farmed by her soft, brown hair.

She pushed my thighs apart, her fingers sending shudders up my body. My heart raced. I petted her whisker, loving her hot buss on my flesh as she moved up my thigh towards my burning pussy. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My mettle, though none of my sis, full cousin, aunts, or even my grandma could know that I loved her. They would use her against me. In populace, she was just my slit licking slave.

I shuddered as her brim found my knock off twat. They were so soft and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my pussy. Then her tongue flicked out, making my total body thrill and a purr boost in my pharynx. My eyes were locked on the gladiator, Bakiir and Henyak taking their positions.

"Such bluff self-confidence in Bakiir,"Kushini said, rubbing her thigh together."I can see why you are so wet for him, Malakisha."

"Mmm, yes,"I groaned, the phone of my figure drawing my attention from the fighters."What a slave he would make."

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

I did n't show my wince. I was so excited, my blood boiling. Bakiir was a specimen. So solid. So firm. He could break me in half. How odoriferous it would be to see him on his articulatio genus before me, begging to idolize my cunt.

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

"starting signal it,"Kushini purred, her body so tense now, her nipple thrusting so hard from her small dress. She was so shortstop and tiny, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her center."Fight !"

"Kill him, Henyak,"pansy Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each other. Bakiir 's muscleman rippled as he moved across the white sands, dust kicking up from his sandaled feet. My pussycat clenched, Lucy 's tongue feeling so grand as she probed it into my snatch. I moaned as she savored the spicy perceptiveness of my musk.

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

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every moment of his powerful dead body moving. I seized Lucy 's hair with my left helping hand, pulling my beloved slave 's verbalise deep into my bitch. I ground on her as the air rang with weapons meeting, clattering.

The crew cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

Other princesses in the stands watched, some having physical structure slave devour their pussies or eff their cunt, brawny slave who would breed dominating girl. Rakshasas who would claw and fight and hold the king of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a daughter Bakiir would consecrate me.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as the men came together. I gripped Lucy 's hair so besotted, humping against her marvellous tongue.

The beautiful female child caressed my thighs as her tongue slid through my plication and brushed my clit. My nub throbbed, my pleasure swelling in my depths. Delight rippled through me. I purred louder and louder. She sucked on my labia. She nibbled on my button. She pleased me while I watched the men fight.

crimson flashed. blood line sheeted down Henyak 's chest, a glancing blow from Bakiir 's sword.

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

She licked her chop shot as Henyak roared, thrusting hard with his trident. Fast, agile driving force, driving Bakiir back. My pussy clenched, my tum tensing. My climax swelled in me as Bakiir took a wound in his thigh. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

My nose twitched. Over the lavender oils adorning my slave, I smelled that grand aroma. Blood. Coppery. Vital. life. I breathed in Bakiir's odour as his leg buckled. It collapsed, bringing him to a kneel genital organ, leaving him vulnerable.

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"Kill him,"moaned Kushini, on the verge of orgasming from the vehemence alone.

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

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

And came.

My snatch spasmed. Juices flooded into Lucy 's thirsty sass. My heart and soul lapped at the pick flooding out of my twat. I shuddered, my nipple heaving, my left beneath my sari, my rightfield exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

"Las 's dick, yes !"growled Kushini, shuddering beside me in orgasmic joy.

Bakiir acted.

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

I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard, transport surging through me as the blood spurted. The crimson arched through the air. Kushini yowled so loud, then roared out as her powerful climax wracked her lithe body.

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

"Yes !"I snarled."Yes ! auction sale !"

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

"Yes,"I yowled."Auction !"

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

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

Her eyes narrowed. She had been looking forward to fucking Henyak. Her knockout should be dry at her age, but she kept it lubed with unseasoned men. The queen turned, facing Bakiir as he stood over his enemy, breathing intemperate, stock streaming down his wounded thigh. He faced the queen.

"auction, gamemaster,"she snarled.

The fat human being who ran the game stepped out, his organic structure draped in expensive gemstone. 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 press start at 500 dupondius."

"900 dupondius,"Kushini barked as she gained her infantry and rushed towards the edge of the box. My ears twitched as she shot a feeling over her shoulder, licking her chops. Her ripe hand rested on the hilt of her blade, fingering the saddlebow, an tusk tiger foreland snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my ears twitching. My fang hungered for her pharynx. That snatch !"1000 dupondius."She would pressure me to consume my income for the month on this striver. I strode forward."You have good taste, Kushini."

"So do you, Malakisha,"she said, no jot of her pettiness in her voice.

"1100 dupondius,"meaning Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was elderly than me by two months. Her tiger spike twitched. She gave me a athirst smile."Yes, you do have good taste, Auntie Malakisha."

I ran my clapper over my fangs. Oh, would n't it be nice to just rip out her pharynx right now, too. But I could n't render weakness like that. Killing publicly, killing out of anger, was piddling. Brutal and slow. No, when you killed your rival, it had to be planned, it had to be elegant. It had to be done at a space, but clearly at your command, proof that you were a cunning cause of death. A true predator.

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

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

"You must really desire to lick his dead body clean of Henyak 's rakehell,"I said.

She shuddered in delight."Such a treat does n't come along that often."

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

"Interested in blood yourself ?"Kushini gave me a side-long glance."I thought your interest ran towards ... other refreshments."

"Other ?"

Her whiskers 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 cousin and said,"2000 dupondius is a lot to pay for a man you 'll use once. Unless you plan on doing more than practice your sword on him."

"He is skilled."

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

"Unarmed ?"Her word were flat, a clue of a growl grumbling in her throat."You think I 'd waste him with such needless butchery."

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

"food waste from the docks."A Delicious shudder ran through Kushini."Now him ... He is something limited. face at him. Bleeding but standing so impregnable, so proud. He maybe a slave, but he does n't believe it."

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

"2500 dupondius,"Kushini shouted, a glint in her eye."How badly do you require to see him worshiping you like that picayune whore behind you ?"

ira flared in me. But I did n't rebel to her revilement. I did n't even flip a whisker."2600 dupondius."

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

"I will."Then I gave her a look."Though I considered letting you have him. How much Sir Thomas More can you adopt from your female parent before she grows furious with you."

Her lips curled back, baring fangs. Then she whirled and stalked off, her two brawny slaves following after her. I leaned on the rail, 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 brain, added, my heart to the end of the time."He will be worth every gold coin."

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My pussy burned as my new slave was chained into place. Bakiir stood defiant. I 'd paid for the priest of Gewin to heal his wound. I wanted him unit and unmarred before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my favourite slave, yanked Bakiir 's thick coat of arms into place.

His face was hard, heart defiant. He did n't defy Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his cheek. His thoughts worked behind his defiant mask, pondering how to escape. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as hard as him. And I had more slaves in my kennel, former brawny warriors that I 'd broken.

He would try to fool me with complacency.

I loved my keep. It was the darling component of my quarters in the Zigurrat. Dark and sweltering, the heat trapped in here. No airy balconies to enjoy the sight of the metropolis of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to necessitate away the oestrus. Not in here. The bulwark were unrelieved Isidor Feinstein Stone. Black iron chains hung from the ceiling, each ending in manacle. From hooks on the wall hung my toy, all my flails and party whip and paddles and crops. So many fun musical instrument to play with.

The manacles snapped exclude about Bakiir 's wrist joint, the lock chamber clicking into seat. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the chains, ratcheting them fuddled. Bakiir 's blazonry were yanked upward and away from his physical structure, pulling taunt the musculus of his torso. His face flickered, feeling the melodic line in his arms.

"Mmm, you are such a brawny delight,"I purred, walking around him. My hired man trailed across his ebony material body, feeling the hardness of his muscle. Stone. Unyielding. My fingerbreadth slid down his binding to his ass, squeezing it."You are going to be such a delight."

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

"commodity,"I purred, nuzzling my furry muzzle between his shoulder joint blades. He was so tall as well as big-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his back. He shuddered as I licked at his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat.

My pussy was so wet.

I pressed my au naturel private parts into his ass, humping against him, my nipples rubbing on his cover. I never wore clothes in my dungeon. No one did. This was a property of delight and pain, and those were best experienced naked. My hands 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 girth, my pussy clenching in tidal bore anticipation. I licked at his spine again, sliding up his shoulder joint vane and making him groan. His dick twitched in my hand, hardening, swelling, growing even magnanimous as I stroked him.

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

He did n't answer.

My helping hand squeezed hard on the tip of his dick, crushing his poll. My other paw found his Lucille Ball, holding them."I asked you a doubtfulness, slave."

"Yes,"he said.

I squeezed his balls. Hard.

He bucked, teeth grinding against teeth as he fought the hurting. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clitoris on his surd muscles, shudder racing through his body. Sir Ernst Boris Chain rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

"fancy woman,"I said."You address me as Mistress. Understand ?"I relaxed my manus on his balls.

"Yes ... Mistress,"he said, the defiance thick in his voice. He 'd render me this, make me think he weakened. But soon he 'd think it.

I stroked his pecker again, still hard, his precum growing slippery at the tip."Good."I gave him a beloved bite, letting him feel my fangs but not penetrating the heftiness of his pep pill back."So serve my enquiry. Does this feeling good, slave ?"

He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my thumb detrition that thick, spongy tip."Yes, Mistress."

"See,"I told him."What did you suppose I would do to you here ? suffering you ?"

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

"Oh, that we hurt you ? wee you run and yaup ? That we eat you ?"I licked my lips."That 's so honest. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The father of my first-class honours degree daughter. She might be queer one day. Does n't that commove you ?"

"No,"he growled.

"Mmm, but your prick says otherwise. You are so surd. So eager for it. You did n't even soften when I crushed your balls."I squeezed them again, his cock throb in my hand as he grunted through his teeth."Oh, yes, you are going to be so much fun to hurt."

I pulled away from him, my snatch dripping. I glanced around the room. Lucy knelt like I 'd cultivate her, her eyes staring up at me, shining with such dewy excitement. Beside her knelt my two male slaves, their cocks both difficult before them.

I had trained them well."Thushin, the chair. Lucy, my heart, choose your instrument."

"Yes, Mistress,"Thushin said, rising.

"Mmm, I will, my heart,"Lucy said as she rose, her diminished tits bouncing. They were such lovely tit. My middle flicked down to her stiff slit, her pussycat new shaved and glistening. The gold ring piercing her button, marking her a royal slave, was coated in her excitement.

She loved whipping a man as much as me.

Thushin stood, his brown skin rippling. He was a native Naithan, his rooster bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden chairwoman in the corner and sat on it. His dick was so hard ; the cock halo tied about the substructure made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get relievo for his hard-on, until I allowed him.

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

His cock brushed my pussy. I shivered, my coxa undulating, then I slid my slit down his pecker. I groaned, his barb spreading me open. He filled me with his girth. I groaned, my spike twitching as I took more and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, arms hugging me. His stiff hand roamed my tummy, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the wall, staring at the various whips and flails, her thin hip wiggling with excitement, her brown hair sweeping down her lithe back.

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

He stared at me, eyes so hard."I do n't hump ... Mistress."

My puss clenched hard on Thushin 's pecker. He groaned, his men squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest, savoring his lastingness. He was so solid. His hired man moved, one sliding down to cod my clit, the other to fumble my breast. My ears twitched as he nuzzled his facial expression into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a thin riding crop made out of firm bull leather. She swung it in the air, shuddering at the stinging strait."I think this will do, my heart."

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

Swish. flavor !

He grunted, his consistence tensing as the riding craw crashed into his mouth. His ebony cock bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin 's tool, stirring his quill through my pussy. A wild moving ridge of heat washed through me.

SMACK !

A twitch crossed his frontal bone as his organic structure drank in the stinging pain in the neck. Lucy had such a wicked smile on her lips as she walked around him, her hand caressing his muscular body. She reached his rooster, her pale finger's breadth wrapped about his ebony girth.

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

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

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her give hand and cracking the riding crop across his chest with the other. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the room. I shivered upon my striver 's cock, his jolty finger rubbing at my button, sending such delight through me.

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

CRACK !

Her fingers rubbed the crownwork of Bakiir 's dick.

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

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

"Mmm, I can cave in you pleasure."She rubbed the palm of her hired hand into the tip of his nighttime dick, her pale ass wiggling."Or I can give you pain."

She bit his nipple. Hard.

"adoration our mistress, 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 spunk work. She was such a wonderful woman. So have it away, so deplorable, so eager to impose pain for both our delight. I could take in her play for hours.

"Do you want to idolize her ?"Lucy asked, falling to her genu before him. She still stroked his huge pecker."Do you need to be rewarded ?"

He gave me a stony tone, wide-cut of all his stoic defiance. He would consume every whipping she gave him without flinching. He promised to never wear, 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 intemperately roofy on my button, but more from this unattackable, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir 's forehead furrowed. His defiance cracked. It was slowly to contend pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful woman 's mouth locked about your cock, sucking so hard ... That was hard to fight. He shuddered, arms pulling against the Sir Ernst Boris Chain as she bobbed her read/write head. I could get a line her noisy sucking, my clit throbbing, knowing how delicious her mouth was.

fling !

She cracked the crop into his chest as she sucked. It swished again over her head to smack into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain and pleasure burning through his eubstance at the Saami metre. I loved it. I smelled the salty smell of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her seraphic juices down her thighs.

CRACK !

She moaned, sucking hard on his cock, her headspring moving. Her ass wiggled as he knelt before him. I loved the sight of her pale butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her brown hair danced about her articulatio humeri. And then there was his solid, ebony volume, such a dividing line between the two.

CRACK !

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

CRACK !

While I savored the delight of Lucy working.

cleft !

Bakiir 's font tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her sucking mouth. The string rattled and clinked. The riding crop slapped into him over and over. The welts rose on his physique, patsy of nuisance while pleasure boiled through him.

It confused him.

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

He shook the chains.

"You want to explode into her hot, sultry mouth."My pussy clenched on Thushin 's tool. He hefted me immobile and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, besotted silk of my pussy burning around his dick.

The friction was so wonderful.

CRACK !

"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 warm. But he wanted that release. His climax ached to irrupt out of his Ball and into her mouth.

"Beg for it,"I purred."Beg to flood her backtalk. Her snatch !"I grinned at him."Imagine sliding that ebony monster into her crocked cunt. To pump away at her sick flesh."

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

cranny !

"He did,"I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of luxuria, a race of all females, needing males to feed our appetency for pain and turncock and cum. Needing them to procreate."He made something wonderful in us."

CRACK !

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

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

"You know I do, holler !"His eyes glared at me."Tiger-headed whore ! You want to sleep together me. You want to palpate my hammer in your puss !"

CRACK !

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

CRACK !

He bucked at the flogger smacking into his lash chest.

"You are about to break open in her mouthpiece,"I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his cock. The pleasure burned so hot through me, the detrition sending delight rippling through me.

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

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

Lucy came.

Her juices gushed from her pussy, splashing the stone trading floor and flooding the keep with her angelical musk. I shuddered, savoring the bother combustion in Bakiir 's face, the pleasure reaching through my pith 's body.

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

"NO !"

His representative thundered through the room. My orgasm exploded inside me.

I drank in his defiance. My cunt went angry about Thushin 's cock. He groaned, wanting so badly to flood my slit with his cum, but he could n't. Not with his cock bounds by the anchor ring. That made my sexual climax even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the pleasure shaft through me.

I bucked on his lap, staring at Bakiir. I loved his pitch black muscles straining. The rebelliousness burning through his limbs. It made me so wet. It made me so hot. My climax surged mellow and eminent through me.

I would bask breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her pocket-size breasts jiggling as she felt my whisker kiss her silky, ivory thigh as I nuzzled closer and closer to her sweet twat. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chopper. My twat was on fire.

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

My thick tongue rasped across her shaved physique, gathering her sweet juices. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her belittled breasts heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her fingers squeezing her nipples while I flicked her clit piercing.

She shuddered again. Her groan were so sweetened as she writhed on my satin weather sheet. Cool air wafted in through my clear windows, twilight settling over the city of Ankush. brazier standing around the way burned sandalwood to preserve the stink of the humans from profaning my bowers.

My warmness 's juices melted on my tongue. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her shape, my sensory hair rubbing on her thighs. joy shuddered down to my pussy as my spiritualist hair, so long and delicate, caressed her silken flesh. My capitulum twitched, drinking in her moans.

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

"Mmm, rain shower me in your sugared juices, my heart,"I purred between hot, hungry licks."shower bath me in your delight."

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

I lapped with fierce 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 thrill in pure joy. She humped so severely against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her low breasts jiggling as she squeaked out her pleasure, her fair face burning with violent passion.

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

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

I purred as I spoiled her. I would hand her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my family would see me as weak. You did not love hard worker. 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 initiative sentence I saw her crying in the slave playpen, draped in rags, her soundbox whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and face, something kindled in my heart. She was destined for the house of ill repute. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure prizefighter and hero. But her eyes met mine. Those flabby, chocolate-brown doe-eyes. The instant I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That innocence drowning in filth. Innocence I could model, bod, turn into a reprehensible predator.

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

So I licked her harder. I loved my cherubic Lucy. My heart. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her hands squeezed those loyal, small tits. Her moan echoed through the way as she quivered and didder on the bed. Her brown whisker swept across her face.

"Yes, yes, yes ! My heart !"Lucy gasped."By the queen 's withered pap, yes !"

Her juices squirted out of her cunt. A geyser of passion. My hair twitched in delight as she matted down my fur. She trembled and bucked. She ground against me as she moaned out her rapture. She humped so gruelling on me, smearing that hot cunt on my hungry lips, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her passionateness as it raged through her consistency. I savored every drop of it. My whiskers rubbed into her thighs as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my cunt growing so hot and juicy, eager to take her.

My hips wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my waistline by a leather harness, swung between my thigh. Its root rubbed on my clit, giving me a predilection of delight as I kept eating my beautiful affectionateness. I devoured her bitch. 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 words. My snatch clenched. My heart raced. I licked my chops, gathering up her sweetened musk. I stared up her flushed trunk, such joy burning in her dark-brown eyes, that naughty smile on her lips.

"Oh, let me reward you, my heart,"she moaned, writhing."Mmm, plunge that dildo into my cunt. nookie me knockout ! Pound me ! acquire your pleasure in me !"

I purred louder. My natural language licked at her slit one terminal meter, making her back arched. I flicked her button and then kept licking, dragging my hot, rough knife across her shaving pubic mound. She squirmed, giggling as my tongue reached her stomach.

I probed into her bellybutton.

"My inwardness !"she squealed as I swirled around, tasting her perspiration pulling in her cute innie divot.

Then I licked higher. I loved the flavor of her skin. The high temperature beneath her. My troll breasts rubbed on her wan hide. I was n't as moody as Bakiir, only a deep brown compared to his mystifying coal black, but it still was a delicious sight. My nipple ached as they caressed her flesh, my nipple ring twisting on my right nub.

I licked between her tit. I paused, swirling my tongue around her right cumulation. Her house tit quivered. Then she squealed as my rough glossa swirled over her garden pink nipple. Everything about her was so blanch and soft.

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

"I love you,"I growled, my vocalisation thick with primal hunger. I nipped her pap with my penetrative fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our breasts pressed together as my undefended jaw seized her pharynx. My tooth pricked at her neck, dimpling her skin. I felt her heartbeat pound 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 toss off her, and no one would care. She was my hard worker. I could feast on every bit of her, use her to feed every one of my hungers.

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

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

Her thigh locked around my hips as my dildo plunged into her puss. Now her centre raced faster as pleasure 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 firmly, fast, thrusting into her depth, 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 clit as our soundbox slapped together.

"My affection !"she squealed."Yes, yes, yes, love me ! Ravish me !"

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

I loved her so much.

I drove my pelvic girdle hard, my clitoris aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my pussy and through my soundbox. My ears twitched as her fingers traced my spikelet, sending tingle racing through my eubstance. Driving my pelvic girdle to fuck her harder, faster.

Our form slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her lovemaking and passion. Her voice was so sugariness. Our spicy and dessert musks filled the air with ravisher. I breathed in her odor, our snatch, the sandalwood incense. I savored it all as I rammed the dildo over and over into her.

My clit ached.

My pleasure swelled.

"Yes, yes, yes, Malakisha ! ass me, my nub ! Oh, the poof 's wrinkly ass, yes ! turn me ! Plow my bitch ! Cum !"

My pleasure swelled with every poke. The base of the dildo caressed my throbbing clit. My kitty clenched. juice dribbled down my thighs while my jaws twitched. One insect bite, and I would sample her blood. I would feast on her.

I wanted to. My articulatio coxae plunged faster. My tooth tightened. No fright from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So trusting. So sleep with. I could never hurt her. I rammed my dildo into her profundity. Her body shivering beneath me. Her pleasure squeaking out of her rim as she came.

And so did I.

A rumbling maze fit from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the rapture flooded through my organic structure. Her hands held me. Her thighs gripped me. Her moans sang through the air as we shared our passion. Our love.

My jaws released her throat. I nuzzled my gag against her lips, licking her look. She kissed me, working her mouth against my fang. I shivered, letting my change go, letting my man face appear. Fur and hair retracted. My auricle shrank, my wavy, opprobrious tomentum growing, spilling about my look as my lip became soft like hers.

And then were we kissing with no fangs, no fur, no roadblock. Our body pressed tight, holding each other as our orgasm peaked. Only with her did I reveal my human face. Her hands moved, touching my smooth impertinence, eyes moist and dewy.

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

I rubbed our noses together, wanting to birr, but unable to with human being song chords.

We held each early for a patch, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the feeling of each other. And then she said,"It 's been two daylight. Do you think he 'll ever ruin ?"

"Yes,"I purred.

"But, two days without cumming ... And the doghouse 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 twenty-four hours without cumming. Not willingly."

"He 's restrained ?"I asked.

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

I laughed. Thushin loved his redheader. I bought the girl for him as a wages. She lived in his cell, ready to be used whenever he wanted.

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

"He 's so unattackable. He 'll oblige for sidereal day 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 punishing. Then she let out a moan of annoyance.

"What ?"

"I have my assignation,"she said.

"With Konayveh again ?"

Lucy gave a pixilated grin."He has to bang that old, toothless queen 's shrivelled cunt. He yearns for hot, stiff quim."

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

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

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy have her lover ?

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"Your rooster looks so hard,"I purred as Bakiir stood in his range, arms outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her pale digit stroking his sable cock.

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

"A workweek without cumming. How your prick must be backed up."I knew he would ingrain me. Worth every dupondius I paid for him.

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

My whip hissed through the air and ...

CRACK !

A bleeding job appeared on his vertebral column. I shuddered at the scent of coppery blood spilling in the air. My hips wiggled. He growled through the pain and pleasure, Lucy sucking so hard on his cock 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 tree ass.

The whip hissed down at his back, his muscles so tense up, his arms straining so hard.

CRACK !

My cunt clenched. succus dripped like molten lava down my thighs.

"worship me !"

crack cocaine !

"serve me !"

CRACK !

"And then you can cum. You can disgorge your cum in Lucy 's backtalk and erupt !"

He howled in pure rage, blood dripping from his wrist, the manacles biting into his flesh. The links of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain ground together as he strained. A trickle of junk fell from the ceiling as I cracked the whip across his back.

Another haemorrhage note appeared. stemma ran in hot runnel down his back, filling the air with that—

A cracking groan resounded through the dungeon.

His right field chain ripped justify the bolts anchoring it to the roof. With a Solomon Bellow of rage, he whipped the heavy length of alloy at my head.

To be continued ...