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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a grey-black blur. My rakshasa 's instinct snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the rough rock bricks of my keep 's floor, rolled hard. metal struck rock with a mighty clangour behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My nitty-gritty !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a hunker, the fur bristling across my typeface and headland, my hairsbreadth twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such strength. He pulled gratis the deadbolt from the Freemasonry. What a daughter he would spawn in me. Despite the risk, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged prizefighter. That mighty column of Diospyros ebenum flesh before me.

If I could cultivate him ...

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

The range 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 hold his symmetricalness. But the ledge toppled. A rainfall of whips and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the terra firma consequence before the ledge slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her eubstance quivering. Her eyes were wide with care as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, indulgent brown and full of desperate Leslie Townes Hope. She needed me to deliver her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not laborious, but enough to give her back and transmit her tumbling into the collapsed shelf. She coughed, clutching her venter, pain crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left hand, still manacled to the cap, and pulled out the dash free holding the band closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same motion, striking Thushin 's upraise arms.

Metal cracked on ivory. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eagre to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's body, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her facial expression twisted with fright. She glanced at me, shaking her head.

"It 'll be okay, my bosom,"I told her, rising.

My hands flexed as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to bewilder him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breakage as Bakiir raised the Sir Ernst Boris Chain again.

He better not kill him.

I strode from the way, my breasts jiggling. Fire pumped through my veins and juices ran down my thigh. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my dog house, striding past the cages where others of my hard worker peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us destitute, fancy woman,"they growled, tidal bore to fight for me."We 'll protect you."

Their dog house whores, the female person slave I bought to please them, cowered in the backrest, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my arsenal and wrenched it open, revealing the single-foot of swords and axes and maces and dagger, stacks of armor of all physical body, the gear to equip my striver. I grabbed a long-bladed sticker. It was trilateral, starting as wide as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan brand, finest timber, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

It was pandemonium when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to shut in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's rear, his good 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, the muscleman rippling in his flanks.

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

With a oink, Bakiir threw himself forward and heaved against Thushin 's arm. My Naithan slave flew over Bakiir 's articulatio humeri and crashed down on Issanik, screaming in hurting as he landed on his broken arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the space, springing with the upper of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't have to be trained to be orca, we simply were. A I bounce carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a spirit over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp edge pressing in his throat. blood line flowed. His smell out delicious.

"Do you experience death, warrior ?"I asked, my left hand running across his bald oral sex, loving how smooth it was, how bright in the torch light."Can you find it quivering against your throat ?"

His nerve hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand sentence, have n't you ? That cunt wanting to steal away your living. You 've fought so tough, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his bod. I could finger his heart rate throbbing up the blade and into my manus, the frenetic beat of his life."So you have a choice. Let her killing you, or capitulation to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into human body above his windpipe. The outer bed of his skin parted, blood flowing. I let him finger the hope of destruction as I moved before him. He was set up to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, more ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, gear up to come upon. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his chain fast enough to kill 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 life pulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his putz throbbing.

"You can die,"I growled, pressing the dagger just a tiny bit harder, forcing him to incite his read/write head back."Or you can surrender to the pleasure I can provide."

He did n't say a Good Book. Stoic pride faced me. That monumental resistance that had kept him fighting even when his physical structure was scourged, even as line ran down his dead body from the kiss of my whip. And yet his rooster was sending him that pleasance, that delight, that aching motive to erupt.

A pauperism 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 pain. I kept him take a hop former times, unable to touch himself while listening to my former slaves rut around him with their doghouse whores.

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

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

He retreated from its sharpness. Death was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his stopcock throbbing in my hand. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the obelisk, his branch sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussycat on fire.

I brought my puss to his hard cock, rubbing my puss up and down his length. My clitoris throbbed against his hardness, my pussy rim begging to engulf every inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my hard worker were fall, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my left script up his whipped bureau, crossing the small wounds, the bloodline sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my pussycat up and down his putz, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breasts swaying. I ground my clit harder into his prick, the pleasure rippling through me, my purr rising in my pharynx. My whiskers twitched. I hungered to deplumate 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 dick. I massaged the spongy head.

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

"tactile property how wet I am. You can be in me. You can love your schoolma'am. I 'll even let your seminal fluid spill into me. You can be the father of my daughter. All you have to do is be intimate me. Worship me. Then you 'll have rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you women. I 'll lift you up.

"Just adoration me."

I circled my hip, rubbing my clitoris across his tool 's Crown, feeling it throb and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your core and that will be it. No more delight for you. No to a greater extent chance to fight. No more proving your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his backtalk with my wooden-headed tongue, the pleasure rippling through me. My succus dripped hot from my slit, making his shaft more and more 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 voice tight as it burst out of his pharynx."You are my ... Mistress."

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

"I 'm your ... slave."A tremor went through him. Something changed in his centre. They widened for a present moment, showing all of his E. B. White."I am your slave, mistress. I submit to you. give up to your pleasure."

I licked his sass again, my tongue pushing past his lip into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breasts to his scald breast, his sticky ancestry coating them as I slid my hips 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 kiss. My centre widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His pecker was so Brobdingnagian. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My mamilla throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took More and more of his cinch. I kept the obelisk pressed to his pharynx as my purrs grew flash, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My pussy fit with pleasance as I sank all the way down his peter, impaled on my hard worker 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our candy kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you feel the wages for your service of process ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his dick."Do you realize what compliance gives you ?"

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

His handwriting grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my Robert Brown knocker streaked with his blood. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet tactile property on my tits. My twat shifted on his dick as I slid into attitude, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't do it him strong or immobile. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every heartbeat of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing laborious with my twat, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thighs, the ache in my sinew demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

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

"The queen 's sagging mamilla,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, immortal, this dick, my pump. This turncock is amazing."

"Yes, my heart,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her eyes across-the-board, stunned by the savageness that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her centre."Amazing cock."

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

But now was n't the time to comfort my Lucy. Now was the time to bask my victory. I shuddered, working my pussy up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this hawkshaw in me. The girth was so thick, stretching my snatch open so wide. My bitch clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to bust out of me. To submerge me in rapture.

My titty jiggled in his solid hands. He squeezed them. His flip rubbed across my nipples, 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 cock, impaling my cunt over and over on his tool. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully deep. My snatch ached every clock 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 chops, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my snatch up and down his cinch, my clitoris striking his pubic bone. Wild abandon filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to detonate through me.

So I did n't restrain myself. My drumhead arched back, my whiskers twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every snow leopard of delight this cock had to offer. I pulled the knife from his pharynx, surrendering to the possibility he would stamp out me.

I had to have it off. Was he sincere in his submission ?

"My Mistress,"he groaned, squeezing my mammilla so hard as his coxa bucked up. He bounced me on his peter."Seljan 's face fungus, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

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

blast flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous smoke rising to my mind, smothering me in X. My kitty-cat went wild about his dick, spasming tough as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, pelvic girdle driving upward, our flesh slap together again, more sparks exploding from my clit. His deal squeezed my pap 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 pussy for the first time. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my puss. None of my slaves had earned the right to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so powerful. She would be oblique, cunning. It would take all my durability and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the idol, spawn your mistress !"

My twat writhed, milking his spurting peter. I drank in the hot source, my climax growing so hot. XTC whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my tangle echoing through the keep. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the final flak of his seed gibe into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the obelisk to my back talk. I licked at the cold-blooded metallic element, tasting the crimson of his rakehell. A final exam shudder ran through my physical structure."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"Help them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then ill-treat into yours. The cell doors are enchanted. They will lock. raise you are truehearted. And you shall be rewarded."

"kept woman,"he groaned, rising, his bureau heave 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 Stone. My rear was to Bakiir. A wild rush shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to kill me right now. We would have to sputter again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's all right, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear 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, embrown eyes."I ..."

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her cheek, lapping up her salty split then rubbing my fur into the silk of her cutis."endangerment have to be taken to prehend nifty reward. You can not be afraid. You have to get hold of your opportunity and act."

Lucy 's frontal bone furrowed. Her center widened. She shivered and then she nodded, comprehension dawning."I ... understand ... my heart."

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

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her small breast jiggling.

I purred out my delight and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my ticker 's Robert Brown pilus, pulling her face to my pussy."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him merge with me."

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too much to ever resist me. Her typeface nuzzled into my slit. Her brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the love in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so stir to share this with her, the passion of a man finally desirable to engender me. My nitty-gritty raced as I undulated my pelvis, grinding my kitty on her hot rim. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my folds, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

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

It was marvelous to hear the throaty passion return, to sense the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do experience how a great deal you love it."

Her knife licked again, flicking out and sliding through my pussy. 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 pussy, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a strong shudder racing through my body, rising from my puss, making my toes curl, my nipples ache, and my pump beat.

"Oh, deity, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing deep into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't reach anywhere near as deep, but she still could stir up my kitty. She could still hold me shudder and moan, my pulp clenching on her spit as the imperativeness swelled and swelled. Her gentle organ lapped through my depths, her sassing nuzzling into my labia.

My clit ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My entire body convulsed, my dark-brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her glossa stirring the delight through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

"Would you like to have intercourse him ?"A purring rough rumbled out of my throat."Of form you do. Mmm, you will."

She licked harder, her tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibbled and soak up. Her manus grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her mouth as she feasted with such heat, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my button. She fucked her tongue into my slit 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me raging. I gasped, my handwriting holding tight to her silky, Brown University haircloth. I ground on my Secaran slave 's mouth, on my love 's licking tongue.

And came.

ecstasy flooded through my soundbox. I drank it in. I loved every moment of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingers as my juices flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the warmth from my climax made me feel so light.

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

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

"Thank you !"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The following day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the breeding courtyard of the Ziggurat. The great, crimson tiers of the palace rising like monumental tone behind me. Before me were the training littoral zone, pristine Elwyn Brooks White to record off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either face of me, their naked soundbox oiled as they wafted big fans of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine, holding the wide saucer in my give bridge player. I wore my sari, my right breast on display, showing off my atomic number 79 nipple halo and position as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my striver, Issanik and Thushin in the lead story. I had sent for priests of Gewin to heal my slaves after Lucy cleaned my kitty-cat hold up night. Issanik was close to death. The non-Christian priest said he would ingest died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to view his anoint, naked eubstance beneath the rough noon sun as he led my other slaves through their sword variety. 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 solve my slit when my ear twitched. The sound of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her sword. The deviate strutted with a martial swagman. Her female parent should give drowned her as an baby instead of nursing her. So direct. So emphatic. She did n't infer how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the other side of meat of the little table, her hard worker spreading around her. She did n't bring any fans but sat like the day 's rut did n't bother her."Only took a week."

I did n't rise to the shot."You can not rush a master 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 doghouse and workmen to your keep ? Because something broke ?"

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

"My pussy 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 woman. And with their cocks."

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

"Yes, schoolmistress,"the hard worker 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 work out your pussy before me all the time,"Kushini said.

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

Kushini gazed out at the hard worker basis. Her vibrissa twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

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

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

I gave her a sharp expression."Rent ? Why cousin-german, what are you saying ?"

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

I gave her a studious look. Was she broaching an alinement ? Interesting.

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

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

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

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

I took another lap of my chilled wine as she stood, my mind considering the possibilities of an bond.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her point off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could take heed her through the rampart as I lapped my wine on the breeding grounds.

"Good. And the intact palace heard her."Which was rattling. That would be useful."Issanik arrest, the rest period, to the doghouse. You did unspoiled today. screwing your cyprian hard."

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

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

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

Lucy shuddered, her finger's breadth playing with her gold clit ring. She nodded her head, her eyes locked on the stopcock, still wet with my cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. Ideas bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, kept woman,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, pale form of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thighs and showing off that shaved pussy, 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, schoolma'am ?"Issanik asked. My brawny, brown-skinned slave knelt before me, his muscular organic structure still gleaming.

"Lick my ass and finger 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 thighs. He shoved her legs farther apart, almost making her do the split. But she was a supple girl. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That pecker was amazing. Her blench mitt grasped his midst, ebony girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her body. Her off-white physical body shuddered, her kitty-cat lips stretching so obscenely wide to take in that cinch. Her moan of pleasure made my heart musical rhythm so fast. It was so wonderful to give my love this pleasure.

"Oh, yes,"she snarled, her thighs locked about his dark waist."Oh, fuck me, Bakiir. I 've never had such a huge tool in me !"

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian wildcat, his brawny ass clenching as he drove his tool over and over into my fan 's pussycat."Such a tight cunt. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

My kitty-cat dripped juices down my second joint as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his whiskered nerve rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my shit, his tongue swirling around while his strong hands slid around my shank, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my snatch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my folds, making me thrill in pure delight. Then two thick fingers penetrated my slit. He drove them deep, fucking them intemperate as he rimmed my asshole.

delight rippled through me.

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

"Enjoy him, my core,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's glossa lapping at my son of a bitch, his organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a subservient man.

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

I shuddered the delight shooting through me as I watched my lovely Lucy writhe beneath the dark slave. Their contrasting bodies heaved together as the pair writhed. Flesh slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

Making her trembling and shudder.

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

"learn it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. Take it in your tight cunt."

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's lingua penetrated my motherfucker. He jammed it into my gut and swirled it around. My pussycat clenched down so voiceless on his finger, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his clapper, 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 chop again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my soundbox. My prick 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 approximation if she even heard what I said, so mazed to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his prick. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so tiny, so frail, so free beneath the sable striver. And yet she took his mightily poking. 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 seed firing into my kitty-cat just this first light, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his ejaculate through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

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

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

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

"Yes ... Mistress,"he growled.

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

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread wide, her twat gaping open, the tight seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its odour filled the air, mixed with her confection musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism close night, you may get laid my ass while I lap my slave clean."

"Yes, fancy woman,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a groan of pleasure as I pulled away from him. I felt his worship as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded eyes, Lucy watched me, her hands playing with her belly button, her small breast rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my manpower and knees, crawling towards her. The scent of sweet pussy and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough tongue through her folds. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

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

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The eager slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my son of a bitch polished with his spit, ready for his cock. He placed that thick girth against my mother fucker. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he experience like in my asshole—but he would still make me fink as I lapped up all the delicious cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a toilsome dick rammed hard into my bowels. glob smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my mother fucker burning around his cock. heating system surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my heart,"groaned Lucy, her articulatio coxae humping against my furry 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 repellant giggle."There 's even more mystifying inside me, my heart."

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her consistence bucking as my long, buddy-buddy tiger-tongue reached so abstruse into her cunt. When I turned into a to the full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could turn over only half as deep into her mellisonant depths. It was so wonderful to feel so much of her pussy rampart about my spit, to feel her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

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

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

"My philia,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my uncut natural language bathed her profundity."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy tits and shriveled cunt, I love you !"

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

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

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

My slit spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged ecstasy through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

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

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

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the scented photoflood of her snatch emollient as my orgasms rippled over and over through my body. My son of a bitch spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting cock. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his prick over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowels. Hot and powerful flack splashing against my asshole 's velvety walls. I groaned, my cunt still spasming, juice flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a treasure,"I groaned, pulling her soundbox 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. Not heavy. I did n't riddle her pelt, but I could feel her pulse. She did n't mature scared. She knew I could kill her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her back ?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

The perfect cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussy so hard. His solid rim digging into my sheep pen, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his backrest. He grunted, refreshed welts puckering across his broad back. His manpower gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony face between my embrown thighs. He was so unassailable. He could interrupt me in half with simpleness.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy outburst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a scare if her lover had canceled their apportioning. I encouraged my Lucy to make the slave of others in the royal kinsperson to pick up secrets and disperse my own disinformation.

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

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

I smiled at the news of my grandmother 's dying. Everything would exchange. And that meant chance."We need to wee plans."

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

To be continued ...