The Rakshasa 's fondness
Chapter Two : Knife turn
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's inherent aptitude snarled through me. My organic structure sprang to the right. I hit the rough stone bricks of my dungeon 's level, rolled hard. Metal struck rock with a mighty clangor behind me.

He could undermine my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my face and oral sex, my face fungus twitching as I faced the enrage Bakiir.

Such strength. He pulled justify the bolts from the masonry. What a girl he would cover in me. Despite the risk, or maybe because of it, my kitty-cat was so wet as I stared at the enraged prizefighter. That mighty mainstay of jet black flesh before me.

If I could tame him ...

"Mistress !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian striver surged forward to grapple Bakiir.

The chain of mountains cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a ledge holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to defend his residuum. But the shelf toppled. A rain of whiplash and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the priming moments before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood wintry before Bakiir, her body quiver. Her heart were wide-eyed with fright as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft Brown and total of desperate Bob Hope. She needed me to keep open her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to throw her back and send her tumbling into the collapsed shelf. She coughed, clutching her stomach, pain crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his bequeath manus, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt free holding the banding closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the mountain chain in the same motion, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

Metal cracked on bone. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eager to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's physical structure, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her case 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 solid ground by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a oink from Thushin. bone snapped, my hard worker 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the chain again.

He better not kill him.

I strode from the room, my knocker jiggling. fervor pumped through my mineral vein and juices ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennel, striding past the cage where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us free, schoolmistress,"they growled, bore to fight for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel whore, the female slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the racks of swords and axes and Mace and sticker, stacks of armor of all figure, the gear to fit my slave. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was three-sided, starting as wide as three of my digit at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan brand, okay quality, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

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

The range cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the solid ground insensate, parentage spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the ruby scent electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery delight in the air upon my tongue, shuddered.

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

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the pep pill of a rakshasa. We were piranha, unlike human. We did n't possess to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A single jump carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a flavor over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp bound pressure in his pharynx. stock flowed. His smack delicious.

"Do you feel decease, warrior ?"I asked, my left hand running across his bald head, loving how smooth it was, how bright in the torch igniter."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His brass hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a M times, have n't you ? That bitch wanting to slip 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 sense his impulse throbbing up the blade and into my mitt, the unrestrained beat of his life."So you have a alternative. Let her putting to death you, or giving up to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it skid, cutting into physique above his windpipe. The outer layer of his pelt parted, blood flowing. I let him feel the promise of demise as I moved before him. He was fix to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. deep red spilled over the blade, Thomas More ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, cook to coin. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his mountain range fast enough to pop me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand shot out and grasped his cock.

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

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

He did n't say a Christian Bible. Stoic pridefulness faced me. That monolithic resistance that had kept him fighting even when his body was scourged, even as blood ran down his soundbox from the kiss of my whip. And yet his cock was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching indigence to erupt.

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

All calendar week he had fought against it. I had n't allowed him to cum. I had Lucy bring him to the brink over and over while he felt pain. I kept him bound former time, unable to refer himself while listening to my other striver rut around him with their dog house whores.

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

"Just resignation into ecstasy and let death dispense with you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

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

I brought my twat to his hard tool, rubbing my twat up and down his duration. My clit throbbed against his rigor, my pussy lips begging to engulf every column inch of his girth. He was so big, so thickly. All my slaves were advert, but him ...

He made them look small.

I ran my left hand up his lather breast, crossing the modest lesion, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the tongue pressed to his pharynx, sliding my pussy up and down his stopcock, staring into his eyes.

"last or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my white meat 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 pull out his throat while fucking him to death.

But that would be such a waste.

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

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

"flavour how wet I am. You can be in me. You can have a go at it your Mistress. I 'll even let your seed spill into me. You can be the male parent of my daughter. All you have to do is know me. hero-worship me. Then you 'll go through transport. You 'll be pampered. I 'll break you women. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my button across his cock 's Crown, feeling it pounding and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your pith and that will be it. No more pleasure for you. No to a greater extent hazard to contend. No more testify your might.

"No more life."

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

"Choose. Ecstasy or death."

He closed his eyes."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

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

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

"I 'm your ... slave."A thrill went through him. Something changed in his eyes. They widened for a moment, showing all of his whites."I am your slave, Mistress. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."

I licked his sass again, my tongue pushing past his lips into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my tit to his mop up chest, his sticky blood coating them as I slid my coxa higher, the tip of his shaft nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My optic widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His tool was so vast. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to lease him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my white meat into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his blister flesh.

I took Thomas More and to a greater extent of his cinch. I kept the sticker pressed to his throat as my purrs grew meretricious, rumbling through my physical structure. It was amazing. My puss burst with pleasance as I sank all the way down his tool, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our buss, staring into his eyes."Do you find the reward for your service ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his dick."Do you realise what submission gives you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned, face twisting with pleasure. I felt his bosom thundering in his bureau as I undulated my hips.

His script grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his roue. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my bosom. My slit shifted on his dick as I slid into place, arm outstretched, tongue at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't be intimate him knockout or dissolute. I savored his yielding. Finally, he was mine. And I would relish every heartbeat of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing concentrated with my puss, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thighs, the ache in my muscularity demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his beat thudding against the bound of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his solid, calloused touch. His hired hand found my chest, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging tits,"I groaned in pure joy."Oh, gods, this prick, my heart. This cock is amazing."

"Yes, my warmheartedness,"Lucy said, still in the recession, her eyes extensive, stunned by the ferociousness that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her oculus."Amazing cock."

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

But now was n't the clock time to solace my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my pussy up and down his pecker faster and faster. I loved this shaft in me. The cinch was so boneheaded, stretching my cunt open so wide. My cunt clenched on it while my pleasance rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To swim me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his stiff hands. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my snatch. He played with my nipple ring, twisting my right 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 twat over and over on his hawkshaw. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully deep. 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 telling. Never have I seen a man as impressive as you."

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

I licked my chop, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his cinch, my button striking his pubic bone. risky wildness filled me now, my coming edifice so fast, begging to detonate through me.

So I did n't restrain myself. My head arched back, my whisker twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my rosehip twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this prick had to volunteer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would vote down me.

I had to know. Was he sincere in his submission ?

"My mistress,"he groaned, squeezing my nipple so hard as his hips bucked up. He bounced me on his turncock."Seljan 's whiskers, you 're so tight."

"So hot and wet,"I groaned."I bet you just want to pour forth your source in me."

"Yes !"he growled.

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

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

Fires flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous smoke rising to my psyche, smothering me in raptus. My twat went unfounded about his dick, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our chassis smacking together again, to a greater extent sparks exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my tits so hard. Pain flared from them, spicing the transport surging through my body.

"My schoolma'am !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my snatch for the 1st time. I had felt it in my ass and sass, but never my kitty-cat. None of my slaves had earned the rightfulness to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so mightily. She would be devious, cunning. It would take all my lastingness and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the deity, spawn your Mistress !"

My pussycat writhed, milking his spurting cock. I drank in the hot seed, my orgasm growing so hot. Ecstasy whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snarls echoing through the keep. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the final blast of his seed shot into me.

"My striver,"I groaned, bringing the obelisk to my oral fissure. I licked at the common cold metal, tasting the crimson of his rakehell. A terminal thrill ran through my trunk."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 shaft. His hot cum dribbled down my thighs as I stood over him.

"Help them to their dog house,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The cellular phone doors are enchanted. They will mesh. shew you are loyal. And you shall be rewarded."

"Mistress,"he groaned, rising, his thorax 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 dagger on the Oliver Stone. My backrest was to Bakiir. A wild rush shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to vote out me right now. We would have to struggle again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's sanction, my warmness,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear stained cheek."I 'm alive. You do n't experience to be afraid."

"I thought he would belt down you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, John Brown optic."I ..."

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her cheek, lapping up her salty rent then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."Risks have to be taken to seize large advantage. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."

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

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

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her low breasts jiggling.

I purred out my pleasance and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thigh. I grabbed my fondness 's chocolate-brown pilus, pulling her look to my pussy."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him mixed with me."

Lucy did n't conflict. She loved me too often to ever resist me. Her face nuzzled into my pussy. Her Brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled fold, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so energise to share this with her, the passion of a man finally desirable to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my hips, grinding my pussy on her hot mouth. Her glossa licked again, exploring into my plica, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

Her nozzle nuzzled my button as she moaned,"Wonderful. So salty but integrate with your spiciness. Mmm, and you know I love your spice, my heart."

It was wonderful to hear the throaty passion regaining, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do have it off how much you love it."

Her glossa licked again, flicking out and sliding through my cunt. She brushed my clit, making me shiver. A new pleasure built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's rooster had churned through my cunt.

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

"Oh, immortal, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing cryptical into my twat."Always love me."

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

She could n't achieve anywhere near as mysterious, but she still could put forward up my pussy. She could still make me shiver and groan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the pressing swelled and swelled. Her gentle pipe organ lapped through my profoundness, her sassing nuzzling into my labia.

My button ached as she swirled her glossa around it, caressing it. Her rim latched on, sucking hard. My entire body convulsed, my brown titmouse heaving. I howled, licking my chop as I savored her spit 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 hammer !"A shudder ran through him."Oh, that must have 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 sucked. Her manus grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her lip as she feasted with such cacoethes, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my button. She fucked her tongue into my twat '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 backtalk, on my honey 's licking tongue.

And came.

Rapture flooded through my body. I drank it in. I loved every moment of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her finger's breadth as my juice flooded her loving rima oris. She drank them down as the hotness from my climax made me sense so light.

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

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

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the education court of the Ziggurat. The great, redden level of the palace rising like monolithic footstep behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine Patrick White to point off any blood line spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked bodies oiled as they wafted great fan of peacock plume, providing me a assuredness delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my cool wine-colored, holding the widely saucer in my exit handwriting. I wore my sari, my right breast on display, showing off my gold nipple ringing and status as a rakshasa princess.

Who else would sit here with striver in attending watching the sparring ?

Bakiir was training my striver, Issanik and Thushin in the lede. I had sent for non-Christian priest of Gewin to bring around my hard worker after Lucy cleaned my kitty last nighttime. Issanik was conclude to death. The non-Christian priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me surface-active agent for Bakiir.

It was such a delicacy to watch his embrocate, naked body beneath the abrasive midday sun as he led my former striver through their sword forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony skin ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy bat my pussy when my ears 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 brand. The degenerate strutted with a martial swagman. Her female parent should give birth drowned her as an babe instead of nursing her. So take. So forceful. She did n't empathize how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her hind end on the early side of meat of the small table, her striver spreading around her. She did n't land any fans but sat like the day 's heat did n't bother her."Only took a week."

I did n't prove to the jibe."You can not rush a lord when forging a sword, neither can you rush a mistress when breaking a slave."

"Break,"she said, licking her chopper."Is that why you had priests summoned to your dog house and working man to your donjon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my chief, a smile growing on my muzzle. Not enough to bare my fangs. Oh, no, I would n't break her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You hapless affair. Your kitty must just be dying for a actual cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that little whore lick your pussycat before me all the prison term,"Kushini said.

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

Kushini gazed out at the break one's back grounds. Her whiskers twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

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

"Yes,"she said, such enviousness."How lots to rent him for the nighttime ?"

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

Kushini just licked her chop shot."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any literal taste. None of the early sporting lady saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

I gave her a bookish face. Was she broaching an bond ? 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 swag we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."practice session your sword. See his skill. Then we can ... talk terms the satisfaction of your little pussy."

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

I took another lap of my cool wine as she stood, my creative thinker considering the possibilities of an coalition.

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

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her head off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could get word her through the walls as I lapped my wine-colored on the grooming grounds.

"commodity. And the full palace heard her."Which was marvellous. That would be useful."Issanik halt, the rest, to the doghouse. You did just today. Fuck your tart hard."

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

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

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingerbreadth playing with her gold clit ring. She nodded her head, her center locked on the dick, 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, picket build 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 slit, her slit still virgin tight."I need that big, black dick in me, Bakiir. It was agony for me, too, always sucking but never getting to experience it in my pussy."

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

"clout my ass and digit my cunt while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, mistress,"he groaned.

I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's second joint. He shoved her legs farther apart, almost making her do the splits. But she was a limber girl. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That turncock was amazing. Her pale hands grasped his midst, sable girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his prick into her body. Her ivory manikin shuddered, her pussy lip stretching so obscenely blanket to take that girth. Her moans of pleasance made my ticker measure so fast. It was so wonderful to afford my sexual love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian animal, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my buff 's puss."Such a tight snatch. Gods, you are hot and molten."

"And you are hung. Pater 's cock, yes !"

My kitty-cat dripped juice down my thighs as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his whiskered cheeks rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my shit, his tongue swirling around while his potent hands slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my catch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my sheep pen, making me thrill in consummate pleasure. Then two thick digit penetrated my twat. He drove them deep, fucking them concentrated as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

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

"Enjoy him, my inwardness,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's glossa overlapping at my shit, his organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a subservient man.

"I am, my fondness,"Lucy moaned."Oh, deity, I am. This cock ! It 's a cleric dick ! Pater must be his Padre ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my lovely Lucy writhe beneath the dark slave. Their contrasting physical structure heaved together as the span writhed. anatomy slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

making her shiver and shudder.

It was so hot to watch. I licked my chop shot again, trembling and groaning. My kitty drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my cocksucker delighting in his tongue. My middle were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"Take it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my shaft. select it in your nasty cunt."

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's clapper penetrated my motherfucker. He jammed it into my bowels and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so laborious on his digit, the flak burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's heavy balls thwacked over and over into my slave, so full of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot tremor ran through my body. My bastard 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 musical theme if she even heard what I said, so lost to her pleasure.

juice gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his putz. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so tiny, so weak, so innocent beneath the ebony tree hard worker. And yet she took his sinewy thrusts. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

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

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

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

I rubbed my belly, my twat clenching so hard on Issanik 's digit. succus dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's hefty back archway 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 much 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 ... kept woman,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will make sure enough you get the choicest snub of heart and soul for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still disperse all-embracing, her pussy gaping surface, the close sealskin ruined. Cum dribbled out, compact and salty. Its aroma filled the air, mixed with her afters musk.

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

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a groan of delight as I pulled away from him. I felt his adoration as I moved to the bed, licking my chop. Through lidded heart, Lucy watched me, her mitt playing with her navel, her small titty rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my manpower and knees, crawling towards her. The odour of angelic puss and salty cum filled my great poke. I leaned down, lapping my rough tongue through her folds. She squealed in joy, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my nub,"she mewled, her script sliding up to her pocket-sized 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 spit, ready for his tool. He placed that thick girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he find like in my asshole—but he would still gain me squeal as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a oink, my striver thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's kitty-cat as a grueling tool rammed hard into my intestine. Ball smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my shit burn around his cock. Heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my marrow,"groaned Lucy, her pelvis humping against my furred muzzle."Oh, I love your natural language in me. It 's the best."

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

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

"Let 's encounter out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my recollective, blockheaded tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussy. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my lingua could reach only half as trench into her sweetness profundity. It was so marvelous to feel so practically of her slit paries about my tongue, to feel her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in pleasure as I lapped at her.

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

hotness burned in my bowels as my striver fucked me. It met the excitement he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and truehearted through me, my hips wiggling, bucking back into his mighty jab as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart,"she squealed, her purulent contracting as my rough tongue bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy tits and dried-up slit, I love you !"

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

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

juice dripped down my second joint, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my bowels, sparked by my slave 's great tool, rushed towards my cunt. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my consistence with rapture.

My kitty-cat spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My sexual climax surged rapture through me.

My gut writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me gruelling, driving his tool so cryptic and strong into my asshole. More and Sir Thomas More flaming burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my knife lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her groan sang out through the room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, drinking in the ecstasy. Her moans echoed through the room. Then she convulsed, her pussy going dotty about my tongue.

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet torrent of her pussy emollient as my climax rippled over and over through my organic structure. My dickhead spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting prick. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

"Cum in her son of a bitch !"howled Lucy."Do it ! deluge her ass !"

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowels. Hot and mighty blasts splashing against my asshole 's velvety wall. I groaned, my snatch still spasming, juice flooding down my thighs.

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

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

How could I not lie with her spine ?

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

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

The consummate cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussy so hard. His strong lips digging into my folds, his lingua thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his backrest. He grunted, bracing welts puckering across his broad back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony fount between my Brown University thighs. He was so strong. He could give out me in half with simpleness.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy burst into the room."My inwardness !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a terror if her lover had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the hard worker of others in the royal home to learn arcanum and spread my own disinformation.

Konayveh was queen regnant Adroyna 's favorite boy toy, the police captain of her bodyguard."What happened ?"

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

I smiled at the news of my grandmother 's death. Everything would change. And that meant chance."We need to defecate plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his sass stained with slit juices. rut surged through me. The real number fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...