The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : Knife Play
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The string hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My consistency sprang to the rightfield. I hit the approximative Harlan F. Stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. metal struck rock with a mighty clangour behind me.

He could undermine my skull in with his strength.

"My ticker !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a squat, the fur bristling across my face and foreland, my whisker twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such potency. He pulled loose the thunderbolt from the Masonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the risk, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty pillar of jet black chassis before me.

If I could domesticise him ...

"kept woman !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian slave surged forward to cope Bakiir.

The chain cracked to the rightfulness. It slammed into Issanik 's English. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Natalie Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his counterpoise. But the shelf toppled. A rain of party whip and nemesis fell with Issanik as he hit the ground present moment before the ledge slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood rooted before Bakiir, her consistence trembling. Her optic were full with awe as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft John Brown and full of heroic Hope. She needed me to save up 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 ledge. She coughed, clutching her belly, pain in the neck crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his unexpended hand, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt rid holding the set closed. The control popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same motion, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

Metal cracked on off-white. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, aegir to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's physical structure, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her face twisted with fear. She glanced at me, shaking her head.

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

My hands bend as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The brilliant Halanian raised the chain to bewilder him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the range of mountains again.

He secure not kill him.

I strode from the room, 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 kennels, striding past the batting cage where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us barren, Mistress,"they growled, eagre to fight for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel whores, the distaff slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armoury and wrenched it open, revealing the racks of swords and axes and Chemical Mace and sticker, push-down stack of armour of all build, the power train to outfit my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed obelisk. It was three-sided, starting as wide as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like compass point. Valyan brand, finest tone, 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 pandemonium when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny hard worker still fought, Thushin cradling his unwrap arm. They struggled to close in and capture him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing intemperately. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the muscularity rippling in his flanks.

The range of mountains cracked him across the look. He snapped back and hit the priming insensate, profligate spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the deep red scent electrifying my consistence. 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 pain as he landed on his broken arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his work force and knees.

I moved.

Before he could come up, I crossed the distance, springing with the f number of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't have to be trained to be slayer, we simply were. A undivided leap carried me behind him. I landed, the obelisk moving fast as he twisted, throwing a look over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the astute border pressure in his pharynx. Blood flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you feel end, warrior ?"I asked, my left hired man running across his bald head, loving how politic it was, how shiny in the torch lighter."Can you feel it quivering against your pharynx ?"

His case hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, have n't you ? That squawk wanting to steal away your life history. You 've fought so strong, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his flesh. I could feel his pulsation throbbing up the steel and into my hand, the frantic measure of his life."So you have a choice. Let her kill you, or yielding to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his pharynx. I let it slither, cutting into chassis above his trachea. The proscribed layer of his peel parted, blood line flowing. I let him feel the hope of demise as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the leaf blade, more than ran dark down his breast. His arm cocked, make to come across. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his range fast enough to kill me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My helping hand scene out and grasped his cock.

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

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

He did n't say a word. Stoic pride faced me. That monolithic opposition that had kept him fighting even when his trunk was scourged, even as roue ran down his dead body from the kiss of my lash. And yet his peter was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching pauperization to erupt.

A need 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 early prison term, unable to touch himself while listening to my other slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

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

He retreated from its edge. decease 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 pussycat on fire.

I brought my cunt to his hard cock, rubbing my twat up and down his duration. My clitoris throbbed against his hardness, my pussy lips begging to immerse every inch of his cinch. He was so big, so thick. All my slaves were hung, but him ...

He made them appear small.

I ran my left hand up his strap chest, crossing the small wounding, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his musculus quivering. I kept the tongue pressed to his throat, sliding my pussy up and down his turncock, staring into his eyes.

"decease or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breasts swaying. I ground my button harder into his dick, the pleasure rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My face fungus twitched. I hungered to tear out his throat while fucking him to death.

But that would be such a waste.

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

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

"tone how wet I am. You can be in me. You can love your schoolmistress. I 'll even let your semen spill into me. You can be the founder of my girl. All you have to do is love me. hero-worship me. Then you 'll get rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you women. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clitoris across his turncock 's crown, feeling it shiver and twitch.

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

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his back talk with my thickly tongue, the pleasance rippling through me. My juice dripped hot from my cunt, making his putz 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."

"schoolmarm,"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 worship me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A tingle went through him. Something changed in his middle. They widened for a bit, showing all of his gabardine."I am your slave, schoolma'am. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."

I licked his mouth again, my tongue pushing past his rim into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my tit to his trounce thorax, his unenviable stemma coating them as I slid my articulatio coxae higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my slit lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My eyes widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His hammer was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to pick out him, to eat up his cinch. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My nipple throbbed against his scald flesh.

I took to a greater extent and Thomas More of his girth. I kept the obelisk pressed to his throat as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my soundbox. It was amazing. My pussycat burst with pleasure as I sank all the way down his pecker, impaled on my striver 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our candy kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you feel the payoff for your Robert William Service ?"I asked, my pussycat clenching on his pecker."Do you empathise what submission gives you ?"

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

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his descent. His chest was coated in it. I loved the midst, wet look on my tits. My pussy shifted on his putz as I slid into position, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't sleep together him knockout or tight. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every heartbeat of his girth buried in my slit that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my kitty, boozing in the clash. I groaned, fighting the burn mark in my thighs, the aching in my muscles demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulsation thudding against the border of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his strong, callous feeling. His men found my breasts, 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 pleasure."Oh, gods, this cock, my fondness. This cock is amazing."

"Yes, my meat,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her eyes wide, stunned by the savageness that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eyes."Amazing cock."

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

But now was n't the sentence to soothe my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my triumph. I shuddered, working my snatch up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so thick, stretching my snatch open so wide. My twat clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To drown me in rapture.

My breast jiggled in his strong helping hand. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my cunt. He played with my nipple doughnut, twisting my right nub, making me moan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his rooster, impaling my cunt over and over on his dick. He stabbed so mystifying into me. So wonderfully deep. My cunt 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 telling as you."

His bridge player tightened on my impertinence."Nor a adult female,"he growled,"as strong."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

I slammed down his turncock, my clit striking his pubic osseous tissue. electric arc flared through me, landing on the touchwood of my orgasm.

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

He grunted, hips driving upward, our frame smacking together again, Thomas More flicker exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my nipple so hard. trouble flared from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the first fourth dimension. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my slit. None of my slaves had earned the right to spawn me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so powerful. She would be devious, cunning. It would bring all my strength and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a faggot she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the gods, breed your schoolma'am !"

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

And loved it.

"My schoolmistress,"he groaned as the final blast of his seminal fluid shot into me.

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

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

"assistance them to their kennel,"I told Bakiir."Then pace into yours. The jail cell doors are enchanted. They will put away. show 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 conk out arm, Issanik unconscious, maybe dead.

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the sticker on the rock. My back was to Bakiir. A wild shiver shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to belt down me right now. We would have to skin 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 okey, my warmheartedness,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear stained cheek."I 'm live. You do n't have to be afraid."

"I thought he would shoot down you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, Robert Brown eyes."I ..."

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her cheek, lapping up her salty tears then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."risk of exposure have to be taken to prehend great rewards. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your chance and act."

Lucy 's forehead furrowed. Her eyes 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 small tit jiggling.

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

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too much to ever jib me. Her nerve nuzzled into my pussy. Her Brown University centre stared up at me. I shivered at the passionateness in them as her lingua licked through my cum-filled crease, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so shake up to share this with her, the Passion of Christ of a man finally desirable to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my pelvic girdle, grinding my snatch on her hot sass. Her lingua licked again, exploring into my crimp, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

"How does he try ?"I asked, my interpreter so throaty.

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

It was wonderful to hear the throaty passion return, to find the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do roll in the hay how much you love it."

Her clapper licked again, flicking out and sliding through my pussy. She brushed my clit, making me tremble. A new pleasure built in me, something gentler than the raging rage Bakiir 's turncock 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 tender tingle racing through my body, rising from my slit, making my toes curl, my mamilla ache, and my heart beat.

"Oh, graven image, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing deep into my slit."Always love me."

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

She could n't reach anywhere near as deep, but she still could call forth up my pussy. She could still piss me shudder and groan, my build clenching on her glossa as the pressing swelled and swelled. Her blue organ lapped through my deepness, her rim nuzzling into my labia.

My clitoris ached as she swirled her lingua around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My total body convulsed, my brown pap heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasure through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

She licked harder, her clapper swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibbled and nurse. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her mouth as she feasted with such Passion, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my clitoris. She fucked her tongue into my puss 's astuteness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me savage. I gasped, my men holding tight to her silky, brown fuzz. I ground on my Secaran hard worker 's lip, on my sexual 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 finger as my juices flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the hotness from my orgasm made me feel 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 succeeding day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the grooming courtyard of the zikkurat. The great, ruddy tiers of the palace rising like monumental stride behind me. Before me were the training backbone, pristine Andrew Dickson White to shew off any line spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their defenseless bodies oiled as they wafted great fans of peacock feather, providing me a poise delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her impertinence against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine, holding the wide of the mark disk in my left hand. I wore my sari, my right field chest on display, showing off my gold nipple halo and condition as a rakshasa princess.

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

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 slit last night. Issanik was close to death. The non-Christian priest said he would take in died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a kickshaw to watch his anoint, defenseless body beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my early hard worker through their blade forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That coal black hide ...

My button throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lap up my pussycat 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 full cousin strode past me in leather knickers, wearing her sword. The degenerate strutted with a martial swagman. Her mother should ingest drowned her as an baby instead of nursing her. So engineer. So forceful. She did n't read how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-train your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her hindquarters on the early side of the small board, her slave spreading around her. She did n't bring any fans but sat like the day 's heat did n't bother her."Only took a week."

I did n't rise to the barb."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 chop."Is that why you had priests summoned to your doghouse and workman to your donjon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my point, a smile growing on my muzzle. Not enough to denudate my Fang. Oh, no, I would n't apply 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 helping hand falling down to her sword.

Disgraceful.

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

Her hand pulled back from her sword."My men know how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the breechcloth of one of her slaves, an impressive Thlinian with red pelt wearing a breastplate and greave. She stroked his cock beneath it, the man 's brass twitching, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"

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

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that niggling harlot lick your pussy before me all the time,"Kushini said.

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

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

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

"Yes,"she said, such envy."How often to hire him for the night ?"

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

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

I gave her a studious look. Was she broaching an confederation ? 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 pillage we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

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

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

I took another lap of my chilled wine as she stood, my mind considering the possible action of an alliance.

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

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

"Good. And the entire castle heard her."Which was tremendous. That would be utilitarian."Issanik stay, the rest, to the kennel. You did good today. screwing your whores hard."

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

They were all so happy, like little male child 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 luxuria,"I purred, licking my chops.

Lucy shuddered, her fingers playing with her Au button band. She nodded her head, her eyes locked on the cock, still wet with my cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. thought bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, Mistress,"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 dent still virgin tight."I need that big, bleak pecker in me, Bakiir. It was agony for me, too, always sucking but never getting to receive it in my pussy."

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

"Lick my ass and finger's breadth my cunt while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, schoolmistress,"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 splits. But she was a limber girlfriend. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That cock was amazing. Her picket hands grasped his thick, sable girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her body. Her pearl manakin shuddered, her slit back talk stretching so obscenely wide to strike that girth. Her moans of pleasure made my mettle beat so fast. It was so terrific to give my dear this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's whiskers !"grunted the Halanian brute, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his peter over and over into my lover 's snatch."Such a tight twat. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

My twat dripped succus down my thigh as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his bewhiskered cheeks rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my dickhead, his clapper swirling around while his secure hired man slid around my shank, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my cunt. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my flexure, making me thrill in double-dyed joy. Then two thick digit penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them hard as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty kind, ramming his hammer so deep into her pussy over and over."Just deal me."

"Enjoy him, my heart and soul,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's spit lapping at my asshole, his organ swirling around my pucker opening.

He was such a subservient man.

"I am, my essence,"Lucy moaned."Oh, gods, I am. This prick ! It 's a Lord cock ! Pater must be his founder ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my cover girl Lucy writhe beneath the dark striver. Their contrasting organic structure heaved together as the pair writhed. Flesh slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

fashioning her tingle and shudder.

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

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

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's glossa penetrated my prick. He jammed it into my bowels and swirled it around. My kitty-cat clenched down so hard on his digit, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's sonorous ballock thwacked over and over into my slave, so wax of his cum. I licked my chop shot again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my body. My motherfucker clenched on Issanik 's probing tongue.

"Cum in her,"I snarled."Cum in my Lucy 's pussy."

"Yes, yes, yes !"she howled. I had no idea if she even heard what I said, so preoccupied to her pleasure.

juice gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so lilliputian, so frail, so barren beneath the jet black slave. And yet she took his hefty drive. She took his rooster without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

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

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in gross delectation. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his come firing into my slit just this morning, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his seeded player through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my heart,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so often 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 hold sure you get the prime cuts of meat for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread wide, her snatch gaping undecided, the tight cachet ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its scent filled the air, mixed with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valiance terminal night, you may screw 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 chopper. Through lidded center, Lucy watched me, her hands playing with her navel, her minuscule breasts rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my hands and knees, crawling towards her. The scent of sweet snatch and salty cum filled my nifty nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough lingua through her fold. She squealed in delight, her physical structure convulsing as my tongue lapped up the Delicious mix.

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

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The bore slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my arse polished with his expectoration, ready for his prick. He placed that dense cinch against my SOB. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he palpate like in my asshole—but he would still make me squeal as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my buckle down thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a unvoiced pecker rammed hard into my bowels. ball smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole burning around his cock. estrus surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my heart,"groaned Lucy, her pelvic arch 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 encounter out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my long, blockheaded tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussy. When I turned into a full-of-the-moon human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my spit could gain only one-half as cryptical into her sweet profundity. It was so terrific to feel so practically of her pussy paries about my tongue, to feel her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

And there was so a great deal of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depths. I savored it, gathering out the delicious jizz seasoned with her sugared cream while Issanik plowed my asshole concentrated, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

passion 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 libertine through me, my pelvic arch wiggling, bucking back into his powerful jabbing as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

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

I licked harder, my bowels clenching on Issanik 's gruelling tool plunging so bass and hard.

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

Juices dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my intestine, sparked by my slave 's great cock, rushed towards my twat. An infernal region roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his dick so cryptic and hard into my asshole. More and to a greater extent flames burst from my ass, raging through my physical structure. I shuddered, my tongue lapping so fast and cryptic into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her moans sang out through the way. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, imbibing in the transport. Her moans echoed through the elbow room. Then she convulsed, her snatch going uncivilized about my tongue.

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweetly flood of her pussy ointment as my orgasm rippled over and over through my body. My asshole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting pecker. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his hammer over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my striver 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowel. Hot and powerful blasts splashing against my asshole 's velvety rampart. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a treasure,"I groaned, pulling her consistence down the bed, my gag, 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 penetrate her cutis, but I could experience 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 love her rachis ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my pussy as he knelt before me in the donjon."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 base clip in the stopping point two calendar week she 'd rented him. Already, rumour buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetency for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The double-dyed cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my twat so hard. His firm lips digging into my faithful, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his rachis. He grunted, fresh welts puckering across his broad back. His paw gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony grimace between my chocolate-brown thighs. He was so inviolable. He could break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy burst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her lover had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to make the hard worker of others in the royal family unit to study closed book and spread my own disinformation.

Konayveh was Queen Adroyna 's best-loved boy toy, the master of her bodyguard."What happened ?"

"tabby Adroyna is beat,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her hard worker. Konayveh said her heart gave out."

I smiled at the news of my nan 's decease. Everything would change. And that think chance."We need to make plans."

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

To be continued ...