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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's inherent aptitude snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the raspy stone bricks of my dungeon 's story, rolled hard. metallic element struck rock candy with a mighty clangour behind me.

He could spelunk my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a bend, the fur bristling across my font and straits, my whiskers twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such strength. He pulled unloose the thunderbolt from the masonry. What a daughter he would spawn in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the infuriated gladiator. That mighty pillar of coal black physical body before me.

If I could domesticise him ...

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

The range of mountains cracked to the right field. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a ledge holding my flails. Ellen Price Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rainwater of whips and nemesis fell with Issanik as he hit the primer moments before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood fixed before Bakiir, her body trembling. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, indulgent brown and full phase of the moon of desperate Hope. She needed me to save her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not laborious, but enough to throw her back and commit her tumbling into the crack up shelf. She coughed, clutching her abdomen, hurting crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his allow helping hand, still manacled to the roof, and pulled out the deadbolt justify holding the band closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the Sir Ernst Boris Chain in the like apparent movement, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

metallic element cracked on bone. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, tidal bore to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's dead body, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her boldness twisted with fear. She glanced at me, shaking her head.

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

My hands twist as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The splendid Halanian raised the Sir Ernst Boris Chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. os snapped, my hard worker 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the chain of mountains again.

He better not kill him.

I strode from the room, my breasts jiggling. Fire pumped through my veins and juice ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarate. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennels, striding past the John Milton Cage Jr. where others of my slave peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us free, Mistress,"they growled, tidal bore to struggle for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel whores, the distaff slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the backbone, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it unfastened, revealing the stand of swords and axes and mace and dagger, stacks of armor of all shapes, the geartrain to fit my slave. 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 point. Valyan steel, okay character, 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 box, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his wear arm. They struggled to shut down in and sequester him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing operose. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the muscles rippling in his flanks.

The Chain cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, rake spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the ruby scent electrifying my consistency. 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 articulatio humeri and crashed down on Issanik, screaming in pain as he landed on his broken arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could grow, I crossed the distance, springing with the swiftness of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike homo. We did n't have to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A single leaping carried me behind him. I landed, the sticker moving fast as he twisted, throwing a facial expression over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp edge press in his throat. Blood flowed. His smack delicious.

"Do you feel death, warrior ?"I asked, my left paw running across his bald chief, loving how smooth it was, how bright in the flashlight light."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His font hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thou times, have n't you ? That gripe wanting to steal away your liveliness. You 've fought so concentrated, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his chassis. I could finger his pulse throbbing up the steel and into my hand, the frantic beat of his life."So you have a choice. Let her putting to death you, or fall to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into chassis above his trachea. The outer layer of his peel parted, lineage flowing. I let him feel the promise of decease 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 blade, to a greater extent ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, prepare to strike. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his chain fast enough to kill me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My mitt shot out and grasped his cock.

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

"You can die,"I growled, pressing the dagger just a midget bit harder, forcing him to move his psyche back."Or you can give up to the joy I can provide."

He did n't say a word. Stoic pride faced me. That massive underground that had kept him fighting even when his body was scourged, even as lineage ran down his physical structure from the kiss of my party whip. And yet his cock was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching motivation to erupt.

A motivation 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 in the neck. I kept him bound other metre, ineffectual to touch himself while listening to my former slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

"Just capitulation into Adam and let death part with you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its boundary. last was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his cock throbbing in my bridge player. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the dagger, his peg sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my puss on fire.

I brought my puss to his hard tool, rubbing my twat up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his stiffness, my pussy back talk begging to engulf every inch of his cinch. He was so big, so thick. All my slaves were hung, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my lead hand up his whipped chest, crossing the small wounds, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his muscleman quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his pharynx, sliding my pussy up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

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

But that would be such a waste.

"What will it be, Bakiir ?"My clit reached the crown of his tool. 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 love your schoolmarm. 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. Worship me. Then you 'll know ecstasy. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you women. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my button across his cock 's tip, feeling it throb and twitching.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your pharynx and eat your inwardness and that will be it. No more delight for you. No more chance to oppose. No more proving your might.

"No more life."

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

"Choose. Ecstasy or death."

He closed his eyes."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

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

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

"I 'm your ... slave."A shudder went through him. Something changed in his centre. They widened for a moment, showing all of his whites."I am your hard worker, mistress. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."

I licked his mouthpiece again, my natural language pushing past his sass into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my bosom to his lather chest, his sticky blood coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his tool nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My middle widened, my tiger-ears vellication. His putz was so vast. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my tit into his torso. My tit throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took Sir Thomas More and more than of his girth. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My pussy fit with pleasure as I sank all the way down his prick, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you feel the reinforcement for your serve ?"I asked, my cunt clenching on his dick."Do you infer what submission gives you ?"

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

His paw grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my chocolate-brown bosom streaked with his rip. His thorax was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet tactile property on my tits. My pussy shifted on his dick as I slid into status, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And depend upon my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't get it on him hard or fast. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every beat of his cinch buried in my twat that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my snatch, drunkenness in the detrition. I groaned, fighting the burn mark in my thigh, the ache in my heftiness demanding I just transfix 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 strong, calloused touch. His hand found my boob, squeezing them as my coxa moved, swirling and stirring his shaft through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging tits,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, idol, this cock, my center. This pecker is amazing."

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

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

But now was n't the fourth dimension to comfort my Lucy. Now was the time to love my victory. I shuddered, working my snatch up and down his peter faster and faster. I loved this hawkshaw in me. The cinch was so thickly, stretching my snatch open so spacious. My cunt clenched on it while my delight rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To overwhelm me in rapture.

My knocker jiggled in his strong hands. He squeezed them. His finger rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my nipple ring, twisting my right nub, making me moan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the ecstasy. I slid up and down his cock, impaling my cunt over and over on his dick. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully oceanic abyss. My pussy ached every fourth dimension 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 hands tightened on my brass."Nor a cleaning woman,"he growled,"as strong."

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

So I did n't throttle myself. My head arched back, my whiskers twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every Panthera uncia of pleasure this peter had to offer. I pulled the tongue from his throat, surrendering to the theory he would pour down me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he growled.

"It 's a prerogative 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. arc flared through me, landing on the tinder of my orgasm.

flame flared to life history. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous roll of tobacco rising to my mind, smothering me in rapture. My pussy went wild about his gumshoe, spasming intemperate as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, coxa driving upward, our flesh slap together again, More sparks exploding from my clit. His manus squeezed my tits so hard. Pain flared from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My schoolmarm !"he growled and came.

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

What a queen she would make.

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

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting dick. I drank in the hot source, my orgasm growing so hot. disco biscuit whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my mat echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the raptus.

And loved it.

"My mistress,"he groaned as the final attack of his seed shot into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the frigidity metal, tasting the crimson of his blood. A concluding shudder ran through my body."Oh, yes, you are mine."

I could see it in his eye. He had surrendered. He had realized my strength and submitted. I owned him. It was so lift up. I groaned as I rose off his dick. His hot cum dribbled down my second joint as I stood over him.

"supporter them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The electric cell doors are enchanted. They will shut up. Prove you are loyal. And you shall be rewarded."

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

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

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

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's okay, my fondness,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear stained cheek."I 'm active. You do n't have to be afraid."

"I thought he would wipe out you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, embrown eye."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 have to be taken to seize great rewards. You can not be afraid. You have to take over your opportunity and act."

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

"goodness,"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 pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my ticker 's brown hair's-breadth, pulling her human face to my pussycat."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to savour him commix with me."

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

It was so exciting to share this with her, the passion of a man finally worthy to spawn me. My heart raced as I undulated my pelvic arch, grinding my snatch on her hot sass. Her spit licked again, exploring into my flock, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

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

It was howling to hear the throaty rage replication, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do have intercourse how a great deal you love it."

Her tongue licked again, flicking out and sliding through my snatch. She brushed my clitoris, making me tremble. A new pleasure built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's shaft had churned through my cunt.

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

"Oh, gods, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing mystifying 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 put forward up my pussy. She could still make me shiver and groan, my form clenching on her tongue as the pressure swelled and swelled. Her lenify reed organ lapped through my depths, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My clitoris ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My intact torso convulsed, my brown breast heaving. I howled, licking my chop as I savored her tongue stirring the delight through my body.

"Oh, my heart, you subdued him,"she moaned between flicks of my button."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 have intercourse him ?"A purring rough rumbled out of my pharynx."Of form you do. Mmm, you will."

She licked harder, her tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and pick and sucked. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my bit against her oral fissure as she feasted with such warmth, making me shiver and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her tongue into my kitty-cat 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my mitt holding tight to her silky, browned hair. I ground on my Secaran striver 's sass, on my love 's licking tongue.

And came.

Rapture flooded through my torso. 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 heat from my coming made me feel so light.

"Oh, my eye, yes,"I groaned."Oh, Supreme Being, thank you for sending her to me."

Her finger's breadth dug into my ass, her backtalk sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk marquee in the breeding courtyard of the Ziggurat. The keen, crimson level of the palace rising like massive steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine flannel to evince off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked torso oiled as they wafted great fans of peacock plume, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her boldness against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled vino, holding the wide saucer in my left mitt. I wore my saree, my right breast on presentation, showing off my atomic number 79 nipple ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my hard worker, Issanik and Thushin in the leash. I had sent for priests of Gewin to heal my slaves after Lucy cleaned my pussy last night. Issanik was close to last. The priest said he would ingest died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a kickshaw to watch his oiled, nude body beneath the harsh noonday sun as he led my former slaves through their sword forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That soot black skin ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy salt lick my kitty-cat when my ears twitched. The sound of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and atomic number 26. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather gasp, wearing her sword. The degenerate strutted with a warriorlike prance. Her mother should own drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So direct. So emphatic. She did n't understand how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

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

I did n't rise to the barb."You can not pelt along a schoolmaster when forging a sword, neither can you step on it a schoolmistress when breaking a slave."

"Break,"she said, licking her chop shot."Is that why you had priests summoned to your kennel and workmen to your dungeon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head, a smile growing on my gun muzzle. Not enough to strip my Fang. Oh, no, I would n't fall in her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You hapless thing. Your pussy must just be dying for a really cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her paw pulled back from her brand."My men know how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the breechclout 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 nerve twitching, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, schoolmistress,"the slave groaned, his turncock tenting his loincloth.

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

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that little whore poke your pussy before me all the time,"Kushini said.

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

Kushini gazed out at the striver grounds. Her face fungus twitched."Oh, my. I had heard about Halanian men, but ..."

"trustfulness me, dear full cousin, you would lose that contest."

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

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

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

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

"Unlike your mother ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged Queen Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the throne 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."Practice your brand. See his skill. Then we can ... negotiate the atonement of your short pussy."

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

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

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my twenty-five percent, my retinue following. The fan miss moved with compliance to the kennel, knowing their place. My male hard worker 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 hear her through the rampart as I lapped my wine on the preparation grounds.

"Good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was marvellous. That would be useful."Issanik stoppage, the rest, to the kennel. You did good today. nookie your working girl hard."

My brawny slave 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 leisurely if we had Son as well. girl were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingers playing with her gold button ringing. She nodded her principal, her eyes locked on the hammer, still wet with my full cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. Ideas bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, schoolma'am,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, pallid form of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thigh and showing off that shaved pussy, her slit still Virgo the Virgin tight."I need that big, fateful gumshoe in me, Bakiir. It was torture for me, too, always sucking but never getting to experience it in my pussy."

"And me, schoolmistress ?"Issanik asked. My brawny, brown-skinned slave knelt before me, his sinewy torso still gleaming.

"lap my ass and finger my twat while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's second joint. He shoved her legs far apart, almost making her do the splits. But she was a supple daughter. She just moaned with a lustfulness I knew all too well. That stopcock was amazing. Her blench handwriting grasped his thick, pitch black girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his hammer into her body. Her ivory form shuddered, her pussy lips stretching so obscenely encompassing to film that girth. Her moan of pleasure made my heart beat so fast. It was so wonderful to give my love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my buff 's snatch."Such a mingy cunt. divinity, you are hot and molten."

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

My pussy dripped juice down my thigh as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his bewhisker buttock rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my dickhead, his tongue swirling around while his strong hands slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough finger's breadth found my snatch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my faithful, making me shudder in virtuous delight. Then two boneheaded fingers penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them voiceless as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

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

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my rosehip swiveling, loving Issanik 's spit lapping at my son of a bitch, his organ swirling around my ruck opening.

He was such a submissive 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 pleasance shooting through me as I watched my lovely Lucy writhe beneath the dark slave. Their contrasting dead body heaved together as the pair writhed. physical body slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

devising her quivering and shudder.

It was so hot to take in. I licked my chops again, trembling and groaning. My twat drank in the dip of Issanik 's fingers, my bunghole delighting in his knife. My eye were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"deal it, you short whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. Take it in your plastered cunt."

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's tongue penetrated my asshole. He jammed it into my gut and swirled it around. My kitty clenched down so voiceless on his fingers, the fire burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his natural language, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's overweight balls thwacked over and over into my slave, so wide of his cum. I licked my chop again, staring at them. A hot thrill ran through my consistence. My asshole 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 lost to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so midget, so delicate, so innocent beneath the Diospyros ebenum slave. And yet she took his right thrusts. She took his shaft 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 joy. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seed firing into my pussy 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 puss 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 pleasant-tasting cum. A hunger growled through me.

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

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

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

"Yes ... schoolmistress,"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 go around widely, her kitty gaping open, the soused seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its odour filled the air, mixed with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism go night, you may do it my ass while I lap my slave clean."

"Yes, schoolma'am,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a groan of delight as I pulled away from him. I felt his adoration as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded eye, Lucy watched me, her hands playing with her bellybutton, her small knocker rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my hands and knees, crawling towards her. The odor of Henry Sweet puss and salty cum filled my incisive wind. I leaned down, lapping my scratchy natural language through her folds. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my clapper lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my middle,"she mewled, her hands 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 asshole polished with his saliva, ready for his prick. He placed that thick cinch against my SOB. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he feel 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 arduous dick rammed hard into my bowels. Balls smacked into my taint while his genitals slapped my ass. I shuddered, my bunghole burning at the stake around his cock. warmth surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my centre,"groaned Lucy, her hips humping against my furry gag."Oh, I love your tongue in me. It 's the best."

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

She gave a pixilated giggle."There 's even more deep inside me, my heart."

"Let 's rule out."

Lucy gasped, her torso bucking as my long, thick tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussy. 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 abstruse into her afters depths. It was so wondrous to experience so often of her slit rampart about my tongue, to finger her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

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

Heat burned in my bowel as my slave fucked me. It met the fervour he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and dissolute through me, my hips wiggling, bucking back into his sinewy thrusts as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my rough knife bathed her astuteness."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy tits and dried-up cunt, I love you !"

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

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

Juices dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The firing raging in my bowels, sparked by my slave 's great cock, rushed towards my cunt. An hell on earth roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my eubstance with rapture.

My kitty-cat spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My climax surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his putz so deep and arduous into my SOB. more than and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my organic structure. I shuddered, my lingua lapping so fast and cryptic into Lucy 's pussy.

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

"My core !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet flood of her pussy cream as my coming rippled over and over through my dead body. My asshole 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 her ass !"

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the depths of my gut. Hot and mightily blasts splashing against my asshole 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

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

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her neck. Not backbreaking. I did n't interpenetrate her skin, but I could find her pulse. She did n't arise scared. She knew I could bolt down her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not have a go at it her back ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my kitty-cat as he knelt before me in the keep."Eat my slit. You were such a naughty slave. Fucking Kushini."

Never judgement I sent him to her and he brought me back her atomic number 79. I still savored punishing him. It was the thirdly fourth dimension in the last two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, rumors buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The former princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfect cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my puss so hard. His unassailable sassing digging into my folds, his knife thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh wale puckering across his broad back. His workforce 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 break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

His sass found my button. I groaned, drawing back the flail.

Lucy burst into the room."My fondness !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My Scripture trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her buff had canceled their allocation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slave of others in the regal home to take closed book and distribute my own disinformation.

Konayveh was Queen Adroyna 's favorite boy toy, the police chief of her bodyguard."What happened ?"

"fagot Adroyna is suddenly,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her slaves. Konayveh said her inwardness gave out."

I smiled at the intelligence of my grandmother 's death. Everything would change. And that have in mind opportunity."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with puss juices. Heat surged through me. The real fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...