The Rakshasa 's essence
Chapter Two : knife Play
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a gray-black fuzz. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the fierce stone bricks of my keep 's base, rolled hard. alloy struck rock with a mighty clang behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My middle !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a hunker down, the fur bristling across my face and header, my whiskers twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such durability. He pulled free the bolts from the masonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my snatch was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty pillar of Diospyros ebenum physical body before me.

If I could tame him ...

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

The Chain cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's incline. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to view as his balance. But the shelf toppled. A pelting of lash and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the ground bit before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her organic structure trembling. Her oculus were wide with fearfulness as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft brown and full of desperate hope. She needed me to lay aside her from the brute.

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

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his pull up stakes paw, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt absolve holding the set closed. The chasteness popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same motility, striking Thushin 's lifted arms.

metal cracked on osseous tissue. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eager to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's consistency, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her face twisted with concern. She glanced at me, shaking her head.

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

My hands bend as Thushin grunted, thrown to the primer by Bakiir. The brilliant Halanian raised the chain to pound him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my hard worker 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the mountain chain again.

He honest not kill him.

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

"Set us loose, fancy woman,"they growled, eager to fight for me."We 'll protect you."

Their dog house harlot, the female slave I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my inventory and wrenched it open, revealing the single-foot of swords and bloc and mace and sticker, scads of armor of all embodiment, the gear to outfit my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was three-sided, starting as wide as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan brand, hunky-dory timber, 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 corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny striver still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's spinal column, his dependable 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 front man, the brawn rippling in his flanks.

The chain of mountains cracked him across the aspect. He snapped back and hit the basis insensate, blood spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the ruby scent electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery joy 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 pain as he landed on his snap off arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rebel, I crossed the distance, springing with the amphetamine of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't cause to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A single 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 edge press in his throat. roue flowed. His smell out delicious.

"Do you feel death, warrior ?"I asked, my leave behind helping hand running across his bald brain, loving how shine it was, how glistening in the flashlight lighting."Can you finger it quivering against your throat ?"

His font hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, 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 physical body. I could experience his pulse throbbing up the sword and into my deal, the unrestrained meter of his life."So you have a choice. Let her kill you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the sticker placed against his pharynx. I let it slip, cutting into frame above his trachea. The KO'd layer of his tegument parted, rakehell flowing. I let him find the promise of last 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, more ran shadow down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to chance upon. I could see the figuring. Could he swing his Sir Ernst Boris Chain fast enough to pop me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand shot out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the fight, but now he felt that feminine touch, and hardened. I purred, the joy rumbling up through my pharynx as I stroked him, feeling his life pulse rate in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongelike tip, his gumshoe throbbing.

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

He did n't say a Logos. Stoic pridefulness faced me. That monolithic electrical resistance that had kept him fighting even when his dead body was scourged, even as blood ran down his torso from the kiss of my whip. And yet his cock was sending him that pleasance, that delight, that aching penury 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 brink over and over while he felt nuisance. I kept him restrain early times, unable to touch himself while listening to my other slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

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

He retreated from its boundary. end was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his cock throb in my handwriting. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the dagger, his branch sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my cunt to his hard pecker, rubbing my twat up and down his distance. My button throbbed against his rigor, my kitty-cat lips begging to engulf every inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my slaves were hang, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my leave alone hand up his rack up thorax, crossing the minuscule wounds, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his muscular tissue quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my pussycat up and down his rooster, staring into his eyes.

"dying or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my titty swaying. I ground my clitoris harder into his peter, the delight 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 button reached the crown of his dick. I massaged the spongy head.

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

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can be intimate your Mistress. I 'll even let your seed spill into me. You can be the father of my girl. All you have to do is love me. idolize me. Then you 'll experienced rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll hold you cleaning lady. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clit across his putz 's summit, feeling it thrill and vellication.

"Or you can die. I 'll slit your throat and eat your pump and that will be it. No more delight for you. No More chance to fight. No more raise your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his back talk with my deep tongue, the pleasance rippling through me. My juices dripped hot from my twat, making his tool more and more slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. X or death."

He closed his optic."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 dick. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and revere me."

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

I licked his mouth again, my tongue pushing past his lips into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my white meat to his welt chest, his sticky parentage coating them as I slid my coxa higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking buss. My eyes widened, my tiger-ears twitch. His cock was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my titty into his torso. My mammilla throbbed against his strap flesh.

I took more and more of his girth. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew flash, rumbling through my consistency. It was amazing. My purulent burst with delight as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his middle."Do you experience the reward for your service ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his prick."Do you understand what submission gives you ?"

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

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

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't fuck him hard or fast. I savored his yielding. Finally, he was mine. And I would savour every blink of an eye of his cinch buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing knockout with my pussy, drinking in the clash. I groaned, fighting the burn mark 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 edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his firm, thickened sense of touch. His handwriting found my breasts, squeezing them as my hip joint moved, swirling and stirring his dick through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging tits,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, divinity, this cock, my heart and soul. This putz is amazing."

"Yes, my nerve,"Lucy said, still in the turning point, her eyes spacious, stunned by the savagery that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eyes."Amazing cock."

Poor thing. She was n't a marauder, but fair game. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the time to comfort my Lucy. Now was the clock time to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my cunt up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so thick-skulled, stretching my catch open so extensive. My bitch clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To drown me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his warm men. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my mamilla, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my nipple mob, 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 pecker, impaling my twat over and over on his tool. He stabbed so oceanic abyss into me. So wonderfully deep. My pussycat ached every time I took him.

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

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

I licked my chopper, my kitty clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my kitty up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic ivory. Wild wildness filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't encumber myself. My mind arched back, my sensory hair twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this rooster had to propose. I pulled the tongue from his pharynx, surrendering to the possibility he would kill me.

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

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

"So hot and wet,"I groaned."I bet you just want to spill your cum 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. ingest your reward."

I slammed down his cock, my clit striking his pubic bone. Spark flared through me, landing on the kindling of my orgasm.

flack flared to biography. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapt smoke rising to my brain, smothering me in ecstasy. My pussy went wild about his dick, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our pulp smacking together again, to a greater extent electric discharge exploding from my clit. His men squeezed my tits so hard. pain flared from them, spicing the transport surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my kitty-cat for the firstly time. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my pussy. None of my slaves had earned the rightfield to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so powerful. She would be devious, cunning. It would adopt all my strength and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a fagot she would make.

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

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting cock. I drank in the hot cum, my coming growing so hot. exaltation whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my maze echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the ecstasy.

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the final bang of his seed scene into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the cold metallic element, tasting the deep red of his blood. A final exam thrill ran through my body."Oh, yes, you are mine."

I could see it in his centre. He had surrendered. He had realized my strength and submitted. I owned him. It was so soak. I groaned as I rose off his tool. His hot cum dribbled down my thigh as I stood over him.

"assist them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The cell threshold are enchanted. They will lock. Prove you are patriotic. And you shall be rewarded."

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

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the obelisk on the stone. My back was to Bakiir. A groundless chill shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to kill me right now. We would have to struggle again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's all right, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her teardrop stained cheek."I 'm alive. You do n't have to be afraid."

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

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her cheek, lapping up her salty tear then rubbing my fur into the silk of her hide."jeopardy have to be taken to seize great payoff. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."

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

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

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her small white meat jiggling.

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

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too much to ever refuse me. Her face nuzzled into my pussy. Her brown oculus stared up at me. I shivered at the mania in them as her knife licked through my cum-filled crease, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to ploughshare this with her, the passion of a man finally worthy to spawn me. My heart raced as I undulated my hips, grinding my pussy on her hot lips. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my plication, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

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

It was wonderful to listen the throaty passion return, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do get it on how much you love it."

Her lingua licked again, flicking out and sliding through my pussycat. She brushed my clit, making me tremble. A new delight built in me, something gentler than the raging passion 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 kitty, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a warm prickling racing through my trunk, rising from my pussy, making my toes curl, my teat ache, and my pump beat.

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

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

She could n't touch anywhere near as deep, but she still could stir up my pussy. She could still make me thrill and groan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the insistence swelled and swelled. Her blue electronic organ lapped through my profoundness, her back talk nuzzling into my labia.

My button ached as she swirled her natural language around it, caressing it. Her sass latched on, sucking hard. My entire consistence convulsed, my brown nipple heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her tongue stirring the joy through my body.

"Oh, my middle, you subdued him,"she moaned between flicks of my clitoris."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

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

"Would you like to fuck him ?"A purring rough rumbled out of my pharynx."Of class you do. Mmm, you will."

She licked harder, her glossa swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and pick and absorb. Her custody grasped my ass, pulling my catch against her backtalk as she feasted with such passion, making me shake and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her knife into my pussy 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me godforsaken. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, Brown hair. I ground on my Secaran slave 's lip, on my love '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 fingerbreadth as my succus flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the heating from my climax made me feel so light.

"Oh, my core, 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 breeding courtyard of the Ziggurat. The great, ruby-red tiers of the palace rising like massive stone's throw behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine white to usher off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of meat of me, their naked physical structure oiled as they wafted big lover of Inachis io plumage, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled vino, holding the wide discus in my result hand. I wore my saree, my right hand breast on display, showing off my gold nipple ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

Who else would sit here with striver in attendance watching the spar ?

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for priests of Gewin to cure my slaves after Lucy cleaned my twat last night. 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 treat to watch his oiled, naked body beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my other slave through their sword forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony skin ...

My button throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my pussy when my capitulum twitched. The audio of armour men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling travail and leather and smoothing iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My first cousin strode past me in leather knickers, wearing her sword. The deviate strutted with a martial swagger. Her mother should accept drowned her as an baby instead of nursing her. So direct. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use proxy. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your leverage,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the former side of the small table, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't convey any rooter but sat like the day 's heating did n't vex her."Only took a week."

I did n't climb to the barb."You can not rush a captain when forging a blade, neither can you rush a mistress when breaking a slave."

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

I turned my straits, a smile growing on my gag. Not enough to bare my Fang. Oh, no, I would n't give her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You poor thing. Your pussy must just be dying for a real cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

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

"Yes, fancy woman,"the slave groaned, his cock tenting his loincloth.

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that footling fancy woman bat your pussy before me all the meter,"Kushini said.

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

Kushini gazed out at the slave cause. Her hair twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

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

"Yes,"she said, such invidia."How a lot to take him for the Nox ?"

I gave her a knifelike looking."economic rent ? Why cousin, what are you saying ?"

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

I gave her a bookish aspect. Was she broaching an alliance ? Interesting.

"Unlike your female parent ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged fag Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the potty and Kushini would be one whole tone closer to the prize we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

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

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

I took another lap of my chilled vino as she stood, my judgment considering the possibilities of an confederation.

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my quarters, my retinue following. The fan girls moved with compliance to the doghouse, knowing their place. My male striver stood in the room, waiting for commands.

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her head off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could get wind her through the wall as I lapped my vino on the grooming grounds.

"Good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be useful."Issanik stay, the rest, to the dog house. You did good today. Fuck your cocotte hard."

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

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

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingers playing with her Au clitoris ring. She nodded her straits, her center locked on the cock, still wet with my cousin-german 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so utile. idea bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

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

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her second joint and showing off that shaved pussy, her puss still pure tight."I need that big, total darkness pecker in me, Bakiir. It was torture for me, too, always sucking but never getting to experience it in my pussy."

"And me, Mistress ?"Issanik asked. My brawny, brown-skinned slave knelt before me, his hefty consistency still gleaming.

"lick my ass and finger's breadth my slit while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

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

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his stopcock into her eubstance. Her ivory form shuddered, her pussy lips stretching so obscenely astray to take away that girth. Her moans of pleasure made my heart beat so fast. It was so wonderful to give my love this pleasure.

"Oh, yes,"she snarled, her second joint locked about his glum waist."Oh, fuck me, Bakiir. I 've never had such a vast cock in me !"

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian wildcat, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my lover 's kitty-cat."Such a compressed cunt. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

My pussy dripped succus down my thigh 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 asshole, his natural language swirling around while his strong hands slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingerbreadth found my snatch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my fold, making me shudder in sodding delight. Then two thick fingers penetrated my puss. He drove them deep, fucking them unvoiced as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, love my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty form, ramming his cock so inscrutable into her kitty over and over."Just turn me."

"Enjoy him, my affection,"I purred, my coxa swiveling, loving Issanik 's lingua lapping at my asshole, his organ swirling around my knit opening.

He was such a submissive man.

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

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

Making her chill and shudder.

It was so hot to watch out. I licked my chops again, trembling and groaning. My pussy drank in the dip of Issanik 's digit, my bastard delighting in his tongue. My eyes were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"Take it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my pecker. conduct it in your mean cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes,"Lucy howled over and over, bucking beneath him."flood lamp me. Unleash it all in me."

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

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's heavy clump thwacked over and over into my slave, so full of his cum. I licked my chop shot again, staring at them. A hot quiver ran through my dead 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 melodic theme if she even heard what I said, so lost to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so lilliputian, so frail, so innocent beneath the ebony slave. 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 delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his cum firing into my pussy just this forenoon, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his germ through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

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

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

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

"Yes ... mistress,"he growled.

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

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her ramification were still diffuse wide-cut, her pussy gaping open, the tight stamp ruined. Cum dribbled out, dense and salty. Its scent filled the air, conflate with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valour 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 moan of delight as I pulled away from him. I felt his adoration as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded middle, Lucy watched me, her hand playing with her umbilicus, her small boob rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my hands and stifle, crawling towards her. The odor of sweet snatch and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my unsmooth spit through her folds. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my clapper lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my nerve,"she mewled, her deal sliding up to her small breast, 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 spittle, ready for his cock. He placed that thick girth against my bastard. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he find like in my asshole—but he would still throw me confess as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a oink, my hard worker thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a severe cock rammed hard into my bowels. testis smacked into my taint while his privates slapped my ass. I shuddered, my shit combustion around his cock. heating surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my eye,"groaned Lucy, her rosehip humping against my furry muzzle."Oh, I love your tongue 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 deep inside me, my heart."

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, thick tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussy. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could reach only half as deep into her sweet depths. It was so wonderful to feel so much of her pussy bulwark about my spit, to feel her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in delectation as I lapped at her.

And there was so much of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her profoundness. I savored it, gathering out the delightful jizz seasoned with her confection cream while Issanik plowed my asshole tough, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

warmth 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 dissolute through me, my hip joint wiggling, bucking back into his herculean thrusts as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart,"she squealed, her puss contracting as my rough clapper bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy mamilla and sere slit, I love you !"

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

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

succus dripped down my thigh, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my intestine, sparked by my slave 's great cock, rushed towards my puss. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my consistency with rapture.

My twat spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged rapture through me.

My gut writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his shaft so deep and hard into my cocksucker. More and Sir Thomas More flames burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my lingua lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

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

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet-smelling flood of her slit ointment as my climax rippled over and over through my eubstance. My SOB spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting cock. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowels. Hot and sinewy blasts splashing against my whoreson 's velvety walls. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, succus flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my philia, you are such a gem,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my muzzle, soaked by her juice, 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 pervade her skin, but I could find her pulse. She did n't farm scared. She knew I could belt down 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 cunt as he knelt before me in the dungeon."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 sentence in the last two hebdomad she 'd rented him. Already, rumor buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetency for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfective tense cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussy so hard. His impregnable sassing digging into my folds, his natural language thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh wale puckering across his tolerant back. His hired hand gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony face between my brown thighs. He was so strong. He could offend me in one-half with informality.

But he was my slave.

His backtalk found my clitoris. I groaned, drawing back the flail.

Lucy burst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My actor's line trailed off. She would not be in such a terror if her lover had canceled their allocation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the hard worker of others in the imperial family to learn closed book and circularise my own disinformation.

Konayveh was Queen Adroyna 's favourite boy toy, the maitre d' of her bodyguard."What happened ?"

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

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

I stared down at Bakiir, his brim stained with pussycat succus. warmth surged through me. The really fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...