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 greyish-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My torso sprang to the right field. I hit the rough stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. Metal struck rock with a mighty crash behind me.

He could undermine my skull in with his strength.

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

Such strength. He pulled free the bolts from the masonry. What a girl he would multiply in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my twat was so wet as I stared at the enraged prizefighter. That mighty tower of ebony anatomy before me.

If I could moderate him ...

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

The chain cracked to the right. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to defend his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rainwater of whips and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the primer moment before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood suspend before Bakiir, her physical structure vibration. Her centre were wide with care as she stared up at the prizefighter. Then they flashed to me, sonant brown and full of dire hope. She needed me to save her from the brute.

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

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his odd hand, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt free holding the dance orchestra closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the concatenation in the Lapp motion, striking Thushin 's raise arms.

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

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

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

He better not kill him.

I strode from the elbow room, my breasts jiggling. firing pumped through my veins and juices ran down my second joint. This was so elating. 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 slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

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

Their dog house whores, the distaff slaves I bought to delight them, cowered in the dorsum, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the racks of swords and ax and mace and daggers, wads of armour of all shapes, the gear to equip my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as wide as three of my finger's breadth at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan steel, all right quality, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

It was chaos when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his Ernst Boris Chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny striver still fought, Thushin cradling his founder arm. They struggled to close in and get hold of him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's rear, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing voiceless. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front man, the musculus rippling in his flanks.

The chain cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, line of descent spurting from his olfactory organ. I breathed it in, the crimson perfume electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery pleasure in the air upon my clapper, shuddered.

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

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the speed of a rakshasa. We were marauder, unlike humans. We did n't have to be trained to be orca, we simply were. A single leap carried me behind him. I landed, the sticker moving fast as he twisted, throwing a look over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the abrupt boundary pressure in his throat. lineage flowed. His reek delicious.

"Do you feel last, warrior ?"I asked, my leave hand running across his bald chief, loving how shine it was, how shiny in the flannel mullein Christ Within."Can you find it quivering against your throat ?"

His brass hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, have n't you ? That gripe wanting to slip away your spirit. You 've fought so difficult, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his frame. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the blade and into my hand, the frenzied metre of his biography."So you have a choice. Let her kill 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 physical body above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, blood flowing. I let him feel the promise of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. deep red spilled over the blade, more ran wickedness down his breast. His arm cocked, make to happen upon. I could see the deliberation. 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 fight, but now he felt that feminine mite, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my throat as I stroked him, feeling his life pulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his gumshoe throbbing.

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

He did n't say a word. Stoic pride faced me. That massive resistivity that had kept him fighting even when his body was scourged, even as ancestry ran down his body from the kiss of my whip. And yet his prick was sending him that joy, that delight, that aching need to erupt.

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

All workweek he had fought against it. I had n't allowed him to cum. I had Lucy bring him to the verge over and over while he felt pain. I kept him bound early times, unable to touch himself while listening to my early hard worker rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

"Just yielding into hug drug and let death dispense with you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its edge. Death was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his putz throb in my script. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the dagger, his ramification sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my snatch on fire.

I brought my snatch to his operose cock, rubbing my twat up and down his duration. My clit throbbed against his inclemency, my pussy lips begging to engulf every column inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my hard worker were hung, but him ...

He made them seem small.

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

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

But that would be such a waste.

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

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

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can bang your mistress. I 'll even let your semen spill into me. You can be the male parent of my girl. All you have to do is love me. Worship me. Then you 'll go through rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you womanhood. I 'll overturn you up.

"Just adoration me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clit across his pecker 's crown, feeling it pulsate and vellication.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your kernel and that will be it. No Thomas More joy for you. No more chance to press. No more shew your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his lips with my thick glossa, the joy rippling through me. My succus dripped hot from my bitch, making his dick 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 vocalisation tight as it burst out of his throat."You are my ... Mistress."

"mean it,"I groaned, my clit throbbing on his gumshoe. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and idolise me."

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

I licked his lip again, my tongue pushing past his mouth into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breasts to his whipped chest, his embarrassing blood coating them as I slid my rose hip higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my puss lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My heart widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His cock was so immense. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to subscribe to him, to immerse his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my bosom into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his whip flesh.

I took more and more of his girth. I kept the sticker pressed to his pharynx as my purrs grew trashy, rumbling through my torso. It was amazing. My pussy burst with pleasance as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our osculation, staring into his oculus."Do you finger the reward for your inspection and repair ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his peter."Do you understand what entry gives you ?"

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

His script grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his blood. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my tits. My snatch shifted on his dick as I slid into position, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And bait my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't get laid him knockout or fast. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every flash of his girth buried in my slit that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my pussy, drinking in the clash. I groaned, fighting the burning in my thigh, the ache in my muscles demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his heart rate thudding against the edge of the tongue. His mitt squeezed my ass then roamed my dead body. I savored his unattackable, cauterise touch. His manus found my breast, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his peter through me as I rode him.

"The queen 's sagging tit,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, God, this peter, my kernel. This cock is amazing."

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

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

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

My breasts jiggled in his strong hands. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my mamilla, sending delight shooting down to my snatch. He played with my mammilla ring, twisting my right field nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the exaltation. I slid up and down his tool, impaling my cunt over and over on his dick. He stabbed so mystifying into me. So wonderfully deep. My slit ached every prison term I took him.

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

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

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

So I did n't restrain myself. My head word arched back, my hair's-breadth twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my rosehip twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this peter had to offer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would toss off me.

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

"My fancy woman,"he groaned, squeezing my boob so hard as his pelvic arch 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 talk your ejaculate 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. learn your reward."

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

ardour flared to life-time. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous weed rising to my mind, smothering me in raptus. My pussy went risky about his dick, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, pelvic girdle driving upward, our human body smacking together again, more electric arc exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my tits so hard. trouble flared from them, spicing the ecstasy surging through my body.

"My schoolmarm !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the first time. I had felt it in my ass and sass, but never my pussycat. None of my slaves had earned the right to spawn me. But Bakiir ... My girl would be so brawny. She would be roundabout, cunning. It would take all my forcefulness and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the God, cover your schoolma'am !"

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting dick. I drank in the hot source, my sexual climax growing so hot. Ecstasy whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snarls echoing through the donjon. I drank in the ecstasy.

And loved it.

"My fancy woman,"he groaned as the final bang of his seed guesswork into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the cold metal, tasting the ruby of his blood. A final shudder ran through my trunk."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"assist them to their kennel,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The cadre doors are enchanted. They will lock. examine you are patriotic. And you shall be rewarded."

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

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the sticker on the stone. My dorsum was to Bakiir. A wild shiver shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to kill me right now. We would have to contend 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 okay, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her tear stained cheek."I 'm alive. You do n't accept to be afraid."

"I thought he would kill you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, chocolate-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 pelt."hazard have to be taken to seize with child rewards. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your chance and act."

Lucy 's os frontale 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 breasts jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thigh. I grabbed my meat 's brown hair, pulling her facial expression to my pussy."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him amalgamate with me."

Lucy did n't engagement. She loved me too much to ever stand me. Her face nuzzled into my kitty-cat. Her brownish eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her glossa licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to share this with her, the rage of a man finally desirable to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my pelvis, grinding my pussy on her hot lips. Her spit licked again, exploring into my flexure, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, idol, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her lingua probing deep into my puss."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 call forth up my slit. She could still establish me throb and groan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the air pressure swelled and swelled. Her gentle electronic organ lapped through my profoundness, her sass nuzzling into my labia.

My clit ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My stallion soundbox convulsed, my browned bosom heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her natural language stirring the pleasance through my body.

"Oh, my essence, you subdued him,"she moaned between moving picture of my clitoris."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

She licked harder, her tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and pick and sop up. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my pussy against her backtalk as she feasted with such rage, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her glossa into my pussy 's profoundness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me uncivilized. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran slave 's back talk, on my love 's licking tongue.

And came.

Rapture flooded through my soundbox. I drank it in. I loved every bit of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingers as my juices flooded her loving lip. She drank them down as the heat 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 next day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the training courtyard of the Ziggurat. The expectant, redden tier of the palace rising like monumental steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine white to evince off any rake spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked torso oiled as they wafted bang-up fans of peacock feathering, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her face against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine, holding the panoptic dish antenna in my left hand hand. I wore my saree, my right breast on exhibit, showing off my amber pap anchor ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

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

Which only made me surfactant for Bakiir.

It was such a delicacy to watch his oiled, bare physical structure beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my other slave through their brand conformation. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That soot black peel ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy bat my pussy when my ears twitched. The sound of armor men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling perspiration and leather and iron. Along with the perfume of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her sword. The pervert strutted with a Martial swagger. Her mother should let drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So lead. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your leverage,"Kushini purred, taking her nates on the other side of the small table, her slave spreading around her. She did n't fetch any lover 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 race a skipper when forging a sword, neither can you race a mistress when breaking a slave."

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

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

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

Disgraceful.

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

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

"Yes, schoolmistress,"the hard worker groaned, his turncock tenting his loincloth.

"Are you going to roll in the hay him right here to evidence a pointedness ?"I asked my cousin, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that little whore lick your puss before me all the meter,"Kushini said.

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

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

"Trust me, dear cousin, you would fall behind that contest."

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

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

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

I gave her a studious feeling. Was she broaching an coalition ? Interesting.

"Unlike your female parent ?"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 pace 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 sword. See his skill. Then we can ... negotiate the satisfaction of your little pussy."

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

I took another lap of my cool wine as she stood, my nous considering the hypothesis of an alliance.

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my quarters, my retinue following. The fan girls moved with entry to the kennel, knowing their topographic point. My manlike slaves stood in the way, waiting for commands.

"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her question off when Bakiir fucked my first cousin. I could hear her through the wall as I lapped my wine on the training grounds.

"Good. And the entire castle heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be useful."Issanik halt, the sleep, to the kennel. You did right today. screwing your whores hard."

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

They were all so well-chosen, like little boy tidal bore 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 lustfulness,"I purred, licking my chops.

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

"fucking 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 kitty, her slit still Virgin tight."I need that big, pitch blackness pecker in me, Bakiir. It was twisting for me, too, always sucking but never getting to see it in my pussy."

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

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

"Yes, fancy woman,"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 tear. But she was a limber young woman. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That cock was amazing. Her pallid hands grasped his midst, ebony cinch, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his peter into her soundbox. Her tusk human body shuddered, her snatch backtalk stretching so obscenely wide to take that girth. Her moans of pleasure made my fondness rhythm so fast. It was so grand to give my love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his mesomorphic ass clenching as he drove his putz over and over into my lover 's pussycat."Such a pissed bitch. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

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

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

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, have it away my pussy !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty signifier, ramming his tool so late into her pussy over and over."Just deal me."

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my pelvic arch swiveling, loving Issanik 's clapper lapping at my asshole, his organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a subservient man.

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

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

Making her quiver and shudder.

It was so hot to watch. I licked my chops again, trembling and groaning. My purulent drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my asshole delighting in his tongue. My eye were so hot as they watched my slave and buff fuck.

"pack it, you short whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my putz. Take it in your tight cunt."

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's tongue penetrated my son of a bitch. He jammed it into my intestine and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so arduous on his finger's breadth, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's gruelling ball thwacked over and over into my striver, so full of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my body. 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 disoriented to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her slit, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so tiny, so frail, so innocent beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his mighty thrusts. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

"Yes, schoolmistress,"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 first light, that hot joy surging into me, spilling his seminal fluid through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my heart,"mewled a englut 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 ... Mistress,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will draw sure you get the choicest cut of nitty-gritty for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her pegleg were still unfold widely, her kitty gaping open, the tight sealing wax ruined. Cum dribbled out, buddy-buddy and salty. Its scent filled the air, mixed with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your gallantry endure Nox, you may make love my ass while I lap my buckle down clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

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

I stretched out on my hired hand and knees, crawling towards her. The scent of odoriferous pussy and salty cum filled my not bad olfactory organ. I leaned down, lapping my rough knife through her sheepfold. She squealed in delectation, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her work force sliding up to her belittled breasts, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The aegir slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my asshole polished with his spit, ready for his prick. He placed that thick girth against my motherfucker. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he find like in my asshole—but he would still take a leak me squeal as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my knuckle down thrust.

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

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

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

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

"Let 's chance out."

Lucy gasped, her organic structure bucking as my retentive, thick tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussycat. When I turned into a full man, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could turn over only half as late into her sweet depths. It was so rattling to feel so much of her pussy walls about my natural language, to experience her squirm and pant and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

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

heating system burned in my bowels as my slave fucked me. It met the exhilaration he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and truehearted through me, my articulatio coxae wiggling, bucking back into his powerful knife thrust as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my approximative tongue bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The nance 's saggy mamilla and shriveled 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 gun muzzle, my whiskers rubbing on her hot thighs.

succus dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my gut, sparked by my hard worker 's great cock, rushed towards my cunt. An perdition roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my organic structure with rapture.

My cunt spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My sexual climax surged raptus through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me severely, driving his dick so late and hard into my bunghole. more and more fire burst from my ass, raging through my physical structure. I shuddered, my lingua lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

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

"My substance !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweetened flood tide of her pussy cream as my orgasm rippled over and over through my torso. 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 tide her ass !"

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the deepness of my gut. Hot and brawny bang splashing against my asshole 's velvety walls. I groaned, my cunt still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

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

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her neck. Not hard. I did n't penetrate her skin, but I could feel her pulse. She did n't maturate scared. She knew I could pour down her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her back ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my puss as he knelt before me in the dungeon."Eat my pussy. You were such a gamy 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 thirdly clip in the last two workweek she 'd rented him. Already, rumors buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The complete cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my slit so hard. His impregnable lips digging into my folds, his glossa thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his rachis. He grunted, fresh welt puckering across his unspecific back. His handwriting gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony brass between my brown second joint. He was so strong. He could break me in one-half with informality.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy fit into the room."My nub !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a scare if her fan had canceled their allotment. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slaves of others in the royal family line to learn mystery and spread my own disinformation.

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

"queer Adroyna is dead,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her slaves. Konayveh said her affectionateness gave out."

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

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

To be continued ...