The Rakshasa 's meat
Chapter One : Rakshasa 's New Slave
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Arena exploded with cheers, the peasants and lowborn humans rising in the standpoint, screaming their bloodlust as the new fighters entered the white sands. I leaned forward in my seat in the royal box, a tangible excitement shooting through my heart as the prizefighter marched towards the center.

"Oh, you are going to love this match, dear first cousin,"Kushini purred, her pink knife licking her furry chopper. Her leather drawers creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. Whiskers twitched and her tiger-like ears flicked. Her white meat, both bare, quivered in expectancy. She ran a handwriting up her rich, dark skin, cupping a chest. The teat ring piercing her correct nub glinted in the sunlight, marking her a member of the imperial family. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human cleaning lady from the neck down. But her pass was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.

I played with my own mamilla mob, my ears flicking. A wet itch swelled in my twat at the striking, brawny Halanian gladiator who strode out. He was a new accomplishment. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his ebony tree hide, his head glow in the rough sun streaming onto the Andrew D. White backbone of the area. Splashes and pocket billiards crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting orbit, still impudent from the last-place fight.

I breathed, my sentience of tone enhanced in my Rakshasa physique. I never let my man fount appear in public. The mortification of appearing like one of the vermin who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the stand would depress my status among the royal phratry for years.

"Yes, he is a treat,"Kushini purred. She squeezed her tits, her slitted eyes sparkling with luxuria."Can you smell him ? The promise ?"

"Yes,"I purred, tugging on my mamilla ring. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my post, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a purpurate sari trimmed in atomic number 79 that covered my left breast and fell down to my mid thighs. I was n't a whore in nasty pants and baring both tits.

Or a degenerate who demeaned myself by fighting in the arena like a human.

The sword Kushini wore was a shame. Such an open exhibition of top executive. No subtly. And she was 2d in stemma to the toilet ! Two Death away from being pouf.

"I watched him spar yesterday,"Kushini moaned."Oh, dear cousin, you should birth seen him fight."

"You think he can shoot down Henyak ?"I asked as Queen Adroyna, our grandma, stepped up to the front of the box, still looking purple despite her age, her orange fur spotted with gray that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than granny. Three of her daughters, my own female parent included, and two granddaughters had died trying to assassinate her. And she had dealt with her own brood sisters and jealous aunts before I was even a glimmer in my mother 's eyes.

She exuded intensity without resorting to something as crass as wearing a steel on her hip.

"Such a delicious fighter,"Queen Adroyna said."So strong."

"His line shall decorate the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin,"boasted Henyak from below. He was a brawny human being, a native Naithan with brown skin. He wore a kilt of leather strap studded with iron scantling and a steel helmet, his trident gripped in hired man. He was a fighter, a man who had fought for years and years. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the danger. Especially fighting new gladiator with hope, ending any scourge to his domination before they could rival him.

"Such a promise,"queen Adroyna purred."Kill him, and I shall shower you in amber, my beloved Henyak."

"He 'll have to close his eyes to fuck her old cunt,"Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our body slave and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned slave, gave a wicked giggle as she knelt before me nude, her hide glistening with expensive oils, filling the air with a lovely scent of lavender and holding at bay the unwashed malodor of the barbarian crowding the stands, eager for their entertainment and relief from the grind of their pointless lives.

My optic flicked to the Halanian. Bakiir did n't seem afraid at all. I caught a split second of Edward Douglas White Jr.. A smile. A mocking smile as he flicked his sword and held onto his round, wooden shield. His sword arm was clad in banded steal from forearm to shoulder. Beside that, he wore a loincloth, showing off his solid body.

Those muscles.

"Lucy,"I purred,"attend me."

"Yes, Mistress,"my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my gem. Secaran slaves were so rare. That pale skin was so exotic. I made sure she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her young face. I 'd owned her for three years, molding her into the perfect handmaid. I saw the love life in her brown oculus, the smile on her sass, her side delicate, farmed by her soft, brownish hair.

She pushed my thighs apart, her fingers sending shudders up my body. My philia raced. I petted her hair, loving her hot candy kiss on my flesh as she moved up my second joint towards my burning pussy. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My heart, though none of my sisters, cousins, aunt, or even my grandmother could know that I loved her. They would use her against me. In public, she was just my pussycat licking hard worker.

I shuddered as her backtalk found my plane twat. They were so soft and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my pussycat. Then her glossa flicked out, making my full body shudder and a purr rising slope in my pharynx. My middle were locked on the gladiators, Bakiir and Henyak taking their positions.

"Such bold confidence in Bakiir,"Kushini said, rubbing her thighs together."I can see why you are so wet for him, Malakisha."

"Mmm, yes,"I groaned, the strait of my public figure drawing my attending from the fighters."What a hard worker he would make."

"You would buy him ?"Kushini 's spike twitched.

I did n't show my flinch. I was so excited, my blood stewing. Bakiir was a specimen. So solid. So secure. He could interrupt me in half. How sweet it would be to see him on his knees before me, begging to idolize my cunt.

Lucy 's glossa slid through my pussy crease and flicked my clit. I groaned, my ears and whiskers twitching. I pulled hard on the gold ring piercing my nipple, twisting the dark nub. The quiver raced down to my hot slit, to my clit bathed by Lucy 's astonishing tongue.

"Start it,"Kushini purred, her torso so tense now, her nipples thrusting so hard from her small dress. She was so little and petite, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her eye."fight !"

"killing him, Henyak,"faggot Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each former. Bakiir 's muscles rippled as he moved across the blanched sands, dust kicking up from his sandaled fundament. My pussy clenched, Lucy 's knife opinion so rattling as she probed it into my snatch. I moaned as she savored the spicy penchant of my musk.

Kushini tensed then let out a purring moan as Henyak 's trident crashed into Bakiir 's shield, wooden splinters flying. Then Bakiir 's sword swung, striking the trident. Metal rang as the men danced around each other, both their bodies rippling, oiled by sweat and glistening in the noon sun.

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every here and now of his powerful body moving. I seized Lucy 's tomentum with my left hand, pulling my beloved slave 's mouth deep into my snatch. I ground on her as the air rang with weapon meeting, clattering.

The crew cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

early princesses in the stands watched, some having dead body slave devour their pussies or have a go at it their cunt, brawny hard worker who would multiply dominating girl. Rakshasas who would claw and fight and throw the female monarch of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a daughter Bakiir would consecrate me.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as the men came together. I gripped Lucy 's hair so compressed, humping against her wonderful tongue.

The beautiful daughter caressed my thighs as her tongue slid through my folds and brushed my clit. My nub throbbed, my pleasure swelling in my depth. delectation rippled through me. I purred louder and louder. She sucked on my labia. She nibbled on my clit. She pleased me while I watched the men fight.

Crimson flashed. Blood sheeted down Henyak 's chest, a glancing blow from Bakiir 's sword.

"Yes,"moaned Kushini, an orgasmic sound, her fingerbreadth pulling on both her mamilla. She purred as loudly as me now."killing !"

She licked her chopper as Henyak roared, thrusting toilsome with his trident. Fast, quick thrusts, driving Bakiir back. My pussy clenched, my breadbasket tensing. My sexual climax swelled in me as Bakiir took a wound in his second joint. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

My nose twitched. Over the lavender oils adorning my slave, I smelled that wondrous aroma. Blood. Coppery. Vital. Life. I breathed in Bakiir's scent as his leg buckled. It collapsed, bringing him to a kneeling crotch, leaving him vulnerable.

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"Kill him,"moaned Kushini, on the brink of orgasming from the furiousness alone.

Henyak drew back his trident as he kicked aside Bakiir 's shield, leaving the Halanian exposed to attack.

I smiled, seeing the look on Bakiir 's face as he faced death.

And came.

My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded into Lucy 's hungry mouth. My gist lapped at the cream flooding out of my kitty. I shuddered, my tits heaving, my left wing beneath my sari, my right exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

"Las 's rooster, yes !"growled Kushini, shuddering beside me in orgasmic delight.

Bakiir acted.

He sprang to the face, using his wounded leg. He was n't crippled like Henyak and the crowd persuasion. Bakiir rolled, bringing his steel up and swinging it hard. Henyak tried to regain, to draw in back, but the steel caught him in the throat.

I shuddered, my snatch spasming so hard, rapture surging through me as the rip spurted. The ruby arched through the air. Kushini yowled so loud, then roared out as her sinewy climax wracked her slender body.

The transport boiled my mind as I stared at Bakiir, his enemy 's blood spattering across his dark chest, adding color to that ebony tree body. I licked my lingua across my chop, Lucy lapping up my juice gushing out of my pussy.

"Yes !"I snarled."Yes ! auction bridge !"

faggot Adroyna 's head shot to me, her graying ears twitching as she stared at me heaving in orgasmic pleasure."You wish to buy him, Granddaughter ?"

"Yes,"I yowled."auction !"

Konayveh leaned over and whispered to faggot Adroyna. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian slave, chief of the queen 's escort. Her straits nodded as she looked at me."It has been three calendar month since you initiated an auction."

I licked my chopper, my orgasm peaking."I know, Grandmother."

Her eyes narrowed. She had been looking forward to fucking Henyak. Her stunner should be dry at her age, but she kept it lubed with Brigham Young men. The queen turned, facing Bakiir as he stood over his enemy, breathing severe, ancestry streaming down his injure thigh. He faced the queen.

"auction bridge, gamemaster,"she snarled.

The fat man who ran the biz stepped out, his soundbox draped in expensive jewel. He had glutted on the entertainment of the majuscule. He rubbed his chubby fingerbreadth together as he stepped up beside Bakiir.

"Your Aug majesty,"he said with a bow."Let the offer start at 500 dupondius."

"900 dupondius,"Kushini barked as she gained her ft and rushed towards the edge of the box. My capitulum twitched as she shot a look over her berm, licking her chop shot. Her rightfulness mitt rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an ivory Panthera tigris head snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my ear twitching. My fang hungered for her throat. That cunt !"1000 dupondius."She would force me to knock off my income for the month on this striver. I strode forward."You have unspoiled taste, Kushini."

"So do you, Malakisha,"she said, no touch of her triviality in her voice.

"1100 dupondius,"significant Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was older than me by two months. Her tiger capitulum twitched. She gave me a hungry grinning."Yes, you do have good gustation, Auntie Malakisha."

I ran my tongue over my fangs. Oh, would n't it be nice to just rip out her pharynx right now, too. But I could n't establish weakness like that. Killing publicly, killing out of anger, was trivial. Brutal and tardily. No, when you killed your competitor, it had to be planned, it had to be elegant. It had to be done at a distance, but clearly at your command, validation that you were a cunning killer. A true predator.

Something Kushini should memorize. Twice she 'd killed with her sword.

"1500 dupondius,"Kushini said, her face fungus twitching with amusement.

"You must really require to lap his soundbox clean of Henyak 's blood line,"I said.

She shuddered in delight."Such a treat does n't amount along that often."

"1600 dupondius,"I said, licking my chops.

"Interested in roue yourself ?"Kushini gave me a side-long glance."I thought your interestingness ran towards ... former refreshments."

"other ?"

Her hairsbreadth twitched."2000 dupondius."

My niece gave a savage snarl, pushing off from the railing and marching away, clutching at her swollen belly. Lucy giggled behind me. I glanced at my cousin and said,"2000 dupondius is a lot to pay for a man you 'll use once. Unless you plan on doing more than practice your steel on him."

"He is skilled."

"Especially when he 's unarmed,"I said."2100 dupondius !"

"Unarmed ?"Her give-and-take were flat, a tinge of a growl grumbling in her throat."You think I 'd waste him with such acerate leaf butchery."

"Is n't that what you do with all those slaves you buy ?"

"Garbage from the docks."A delicious chill ran through Kushini."Now him ... He is something special. Look at him. Bleeding but standing so strong, so proud. He maybe a slave, but he does n't believe it."

"No, he does n't,"I said, staring at him.

"2500 dupondius,"Kushini shouted, a glint in her eye."How badly do you need to see him worshiping you like that piddling woman of the street behind you ?"

angriness flared in me. But I did n't rise to her insult. I did n't even twitch a whisker."2600 dupondius."

"That badly,"Kushini said."Enjoy him, my devout Malakisha."

"I will."Then I gave her a flavor."Though I considered letting you have him. How much More can you adopt from your female parent before she grows raging with you."

Her brim curled back, baring fangs. Then she whirled and stalked off, her two brawny slaves following after her. I leaned on the railing, staring down at the slave. Lucy pressed up beside me, her lavender scent filling my nose.

"He is a gorgeous one, Mistress."

"Yes, he is,"I said. Then, in my creative thinker, added, my spirit to the end of the sentence."He will be worth every Au coin."

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My pussy burned as my new slave was chained into place. Bakiir stood defiant. I 'd paid for the priest of Gewin to heal his lesion. I wanted him whole and unblemished before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my preferent slaves, yanked Bakiir 's thick arms into place.

His face was hard, centre defiant. He did n't stand firm Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his brass. His cerebration worked behind his defiant mask, pondering how to get away. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as strong as him. And I had more striver in my kennels, other brawny warriors that I 'd broken.

He would try to cod me with complacency.

I loved my dungeon. It was the deary part of my poop in the Zigurrat. Dark and sweltering, the heat trapped in here. No airy balconies to enjoy the great deal of the urban center of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to take away the heating system. Not in here. The rampart were unrelieved Isidor Feinstein Stone. Black atomic number 26 chains hung from the ceiling, each ending in manacle. From hooks on the paries hung my toy dog, all my flails and whips and paddle and harvest. So many fun legal instrument to take on with.

The manacles snapped shut about Bakiir 's wrists, the curl clicking into place. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the irons, ratcheting them mingy. Bakiir 's blazon were yanked upward and away from his body, pulling twit the brawniness of his torso. His typeface flickered, feeling the strain in his arms.

"Mmm, you are such a brawny delight,"I purred, walking around him. My hand trailed across his ebony flesh, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Stone. Unyielding. My fingers slid down his back to his ass, squeezing it."You are going to be such a delight."

"I 'm not afraid of your whips,"he growled.

"commodity,"I purred, nuzzling my furry muzzle between his shoulder blades. He was so improbable as well as broad-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his backrest. He shuddered as I licked at his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat.

My pussycat was so wet.

I pressed my raw genital organ into his ass, humping against him, my mamilla rubbing on his back. I never wore apparel in my keep. No one did. This was a shoes of pleasure and pain, and those were best feel nude. My handwriting reached around him, my pussy growing more and more juicy. I felt his rippling abs on my way down to his cock.

And what a cock.

I gripped his cinch, my pussy clenching in eager anticipation. I licked at his pricker again, sliding up his shoulder vane and making him groan. His dick twitched in my hand, hardening, swelling, growing even liberal as I stroked him.

"Mmm, yes,"I groaned."Does n't that just sense nice ?"

He did n't answer.

My paw squeezed hard on the tip of his dick, crushing his crest. My other hand found his orb, holding them."I asked you a question, slave."

"Yes,"he said.

I squeezed his balls. Hard.

He bucked, teeth grinding against teeth as he fought the pain sensation. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clit on his hard muscles, prickling racing through his body. Sir Ernst Boris Chain rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

"Mistress,"I said."You address me as Mistress. Understand ?"I relaxed my script on his balls.

"Yes ... Mistress,"he said, the defiance thick in his interpreter. He 'd give me this, induce me believe he weakened. But soon he 'd mean it.

I stroked his peter again, still heavy, his precum growing slippery at the tip."Good."I gave him a dear bite, letting him feel my fang but not penetrating the muscleman of his upper back."So answer my interrogative sentence. Does this flavour unspoiled, slave ?"

He shuddered, my bridge player stroking so fast, my thumb rubbing that thick, spongy Crown."Yes, Mistress."

"See,"I told him."What did you recall I would do to you here ? distress you ?"

He gave a barking gag."I know how you Rakshasa 's deal with men."

"Oh, that we hurt you ? form you phlebotomize and roar ? That we eat you ?"I licked my lip."That 's so true. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The father of my first of all daughter. She might be queen one day. Does n't that excite you ?"

"No,"he growled.

"Mmm, but your dick says otherwise. You are so hard. So tidal bore for it. You did n't even soften when I crushed your balls."I squeezed them again, his peter throbbing in my hand as he grunted through his teeth."Oh, yes, you are going to be so much fun to hurt."

I pulled away from him, my cunt dripping. I glanced around the room. Lucy knelt like I 'd trained her, her oculus staring up at me, shining with such dewy excitation. Beside her knelt my two male slaves, their cocks both backbreaking before them.

I had trained them well."Thushin, the chair. Lucy, my pith, choose your instrument."

"Yes, mistress,"Thushin said, rising.

"Mmm, I will, my heart,"Lucy said as she rose, her small mamilla bouncing. They were such lovely breasts. My eyes flicked down to her tight pussy, her pussy new shaved and glistening. The gold ringing piercing her clit, marking her a royal hard worker, was coated in her excitement.

She loved whipping a man as much as me.

Thushin stood, his brown tegument ripple. He was a aborigine Naithan, his dick bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden chairman in the street corner and sat on it. His putz was so hard ; the putz doughnut tied about the base made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get backup for his erection, until I allowed him.

My pussy clenched as I moved to him, turning, and lowering myself to his lap.

His cock brushed my pussy. I shivered, my pelvic arch undulating, then I slid my cunt down his dick. I groaned, his spear spreading me out-of-doors. He filled me with his girth. I groaned, my pinna twitching as I took more than and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, weaponry hugging me. His strong hired man roamed my stomach, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the bulwark, staring at the various whip and flails, her svelte hips wiggling with excitement, her Brown hair sweeping down her sylphlike back.

"Which shall she pick out for you, buckle down ?"I asked, staring at Bakiir.

He stared at me, eyes so hard."I do n't fuck ... Mistress."

My pussy clenched hard on Thushin 's shaft. He groaned, his hands squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest, savoring his military posture. He was so solid. His hand moved, one sliding down to bug my clitoris, the early to grope my tit. My auricle twitched as he nuzzled his face into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a flimsy riding harvest made out of stiff bull leather. She swung it in the air, shuddering at the stinging sound."I think this will do, my heart."

"Indeed,"I purred, staring at Bakiir 's center as Lucy advanced on him from behind.

Swish. SMACK !

He grunted, his body tensing as the riding crop crashed into his mouth. His ebony putz bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin 's prick, stirring his shaft through my pussycat. A wild wave of heat washed through me.

SMACK !

A twitch crossed his forehead as his physical structure drank in the stinging pain. Lucy had such a skanky smiling on her backtalk as she walked around him, her helping hand caressing his muscular consistence. She reached his tool, her pale finger's breadth wrapped about his ebony tree girth.

"Mmm, did you like the kiss of my crop, slave ?"she asked.

His center snapped down to her."No, I did n't, slave."

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her entrust hand and cracking the riding harvest across his breast with the early. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the room. I shivered upon my slave 's cock, his rough finger rubbing at my clit, sending such delight through me.

"slave ?"Lucy asked."Oh, I am so much Thomas More than a slave."

wisecrack !

Her finger's breadth rubbed the poll of Bakiir 's dick.

"I 'm your punishment and your reinforcement,"Lucy purred, stroking his dick faster. She leaned in, licking at the night welt rising across the muscles of his chest.

He sucked in a breath, arms pulling at his chains as she licked along it.

"Mmm, I can leave you pleasure."She rubbed the thenar of her paw into the tip of his dark shaft, her blanch ass wiggling."Or I can commit you pain."

She bit his nipple. Hard.

"adoration our Mistress, and you get pleasure."Lucy purred."Defy her, and you get pain."

The crop swung hard.

CRACK !

I purred louder. I shuddered on Thushin 's cock. I loved watching my heart piece of work. She was such a howling woman. So have sex, so criminal, so aegir to inflict pain in the neck for both our pleasance. I could watch her play for hours.

"Do you want to worship her ?"Lucy asked, falling to her knee before him. She still stroked his Brobdingnagian cock."Do you want to be rewarded ?"

He gave me a stony look, broad of all his stoic defiance. He would take every debacle she gave him without flinching. He promised to never founder, to never hero-worship me, to never be my obedient slave like Thushin and Issanik.

I groaned, wiggling more, purring louder. I drank in his defiance. delight rippled through me, partly from Thushin 's finger rubbing gruelling band on my clit, but more from this strong, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir 's os frontale furrowed. His rebelliousness cracked. It was prosperous to fight pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful char 's mouth locked about your rooster, sucking so voiceless ... That was voiceless to fight. He shuddered, weapon system pulling against the chains as she bobbed her mind. I could hear her noisy sucks, my clit pounding, knowing how toothsome her mouth was.

fissure !

She cracked the crop into his chest as she sucked. It swished again over her foreland to smack into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain and pleasure burning through his consistency at the same time. I loved it. I smelled the salty scent of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her sweet juices down her thighs.

CRACK !

She moaned, sucking hard on his cock, her head moving. Her ass wiggled as he knelt before him. I loved the pile of her pale butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her Brown University hair danced about her berm. And then there was his square, ebony mass, such a contrast between the two.

scissure !

I purred louder and louder. Thushin 's hands moved from my breast and clit. He grasped my waist, lifting me with his brawny strength, fucking my pussy up and down his restrained shaft. He groaned, savoring the delight of my cunt.

CRACK !

While I savored the pleasure of Lucy working.

CRACK !

Bakiir 's nerve tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her sucking rima oris. The chains rattled and clinked. The riding crop slapped into him over and over. The wale rose on his flesh, marks of pain while pleasure boiled through him.

It confused him.

"Yes,"I purred."You want that release."

He shook the chains.

"You want to explode into her hot, sultry mouth."My kitty-cat clenched on Thushin 's rooster. He hefted me firm and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, tight silk of my cunt burn around his dick.

The friction was so wonderful.

CRACK !

"You want to submerge her with your jizz,"I groaned.

Lucy moaned, bobbing her lip so hard, sucking so noisily.

Bakiir grunted as the riding crop slammed into him again. His face twisted. He tried to be defiant. He tried to be strong. But he wanted that liberation. His climax ached to explode out of his balls and into her mouth.

"Beg for it,"I purred."Beg to swamp her mouth. Her twat !"I grinned at him."Imagine sliding that ebony behemoth into her squiffy cunt. To pump away at her pallid flesh."

"Bitch !"he snarled at me."You and your gods-damned kind are all beef. Las 's foul seed gave you only poison."

crack !

"He did,"I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of lustfulness, a race of all females, needing males to feed our appetites for annoyance and cock and cum. Needing them to reproduce."He made something wonderful in us."

CRACK !

"Gewin 's mighty cock !"he snarled, pulling harder at his chains.

"You want to cum ?"I moaned, my pussy clenching so hard on Thushin 's stopcock as he worked my cunt up and down his girth.

"You know I do, bitch !"His heart glared at me."Tiger-headed prostitute ! You want to jazz me. You want to feel my tool in your cunt !"

fracture !

"Crawl to me and I 'll bonk you !"he snarled.

crevice !

He bucked at the flogger smacking into his flog chest.

"You are about to break in her mouth,"I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his cock. The pleasure burned so hot through me, the detrition sending delight rippling through me.

"Yes !"he growled."I 'll oversupply her oral cavity with my cum—"Pain burned across his face. He stared down in fury at Lucy, who 'd stopped sucking."You gods-damned sporting lady !"

She 'd bit his tool. Hard. Her hip wiggled faster. The crop fell from her hands to plunk them between her thighs. She rubbed at her pussy while Bakiir fought against the pain in the ass, shuddering in his chains.

Lucy came.

Her juices gushed from her cunt, splashing the stone storey and flooding the dungeon with her sweet musk. I shuddered, savoring the pain combustion in Bakiir 's face, the joy reaching through my mettle 's body.

"Beg !"I snarled at Bakiir."Beg and you can cum in her lip. The pain will end !"

"NO !"

His voice thundered through the room. My orgasms exploded inside me.

I drank in his defiance. My kitty-cat went gaga about Thushin 's pecker. He groaned, wanting so badly to flood my slit with his cum, but he could n't. Not with his cock bound by the ring. That made my orgasm even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the delight shot through me.

I bucked on his lap, staring at Bakiir. I loved his ebony muscles straining. The rebelliousness burning through his branch. It made me so wet. It made me so hot. My climax surged higher and mellow through me.

I would enjoy breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her pocket-size breasts jiggling as she felt my hair kiss her silky, pearl thigh as I nuzzled closer and closer to her sweet-flavored snatch. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chops. My kitty was on fire.

"Malakisha, my heart !"moaned Lucy when I buried my furry rostrum into her pussy and feasted.

My thick clapper rasped across her shave build, gathering her sweet juices. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her diminished knocker heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her finger squeezing her pap while I flicked her button piercing.

She shuddered again. Her moans were so sweet as she writhed on my satin flat solid. Cool air wafted in through my open windows, twilight settling over the urban center of Ankush. brazier standing around the way burned sandalwood to keep the stink of the man from profaning my bowers.

My affectionateness 's succus melted on my tongue. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her flesh, my hair rubbing on her thighs. joy shuddered down to my pussy as my sensitive sensory hair, so long and delicate, caressed her silky build. My ears twitched, drinking in her moans.

"Oh, my heart !"she gasped."Oh, you spoil me ! The queen regnant 's shriveled pussy, yes !"

"Mmm, shower me in your sweet juice, my spirit,"I purred between hot, athirst slug."Shower me in your delight."

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned."My heart ! My beautiful princess ! My Malakisha !"

I lapped with savage hunger, my tongue lashing up and down her pussycat. I licked and lapped and teased her. I made her ache and moan. I made her quiver in double-dyed delectation. She humped so concentrated against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her small boob jiggling as she squeaked out her joy, her fair case burning with crimson passion.

I loved it. My pussy was so hot as my spit rasped across her pussy. Then I pressed it in her, licking through her silky profundity. A rakshasa 's knife was thicker than a man, like a tiger, raspy and teasing. It made her groan and gasp, her groan echoing through the room.

"My heart !"she squeaked, bucking so hard."Oh, yes, my center. Oh, that 's so good. Oh, I love it. You spoil me. My heart, yes !"

I purred as I spoiled her. I would give her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my family unit would see me as weak. You did not love slave. You did not love anything. Humans loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.

We feasted upon them. How could you ever get it on your prey ?

But then I met Lucy. The number one time I saw her crying in the striver penitentiary, draped in rags, her body whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and font, something kindled in my warmheartedness. She was destined for the sporting house. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure gladiator and fighters. But her middle met mine. Those soft, brown doe-eyes. The moment I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That innocence drowning in filthiness. artlessness I could work, chassis, turn into a evil predator.

She had stolen my heart with those eyes. And then given me her own.

So I licked her harder. I loved my sweet Lucy. My philia. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her bridge player squeezed those firm, small mammilla. Her moan echoed through the room as she quivered and shook on the bed. Her Brown University hair swing out across her face.

"Yes, yes, yes ! My heart !"Lucy gasped."By the queen 's shriveled tits, yes !"

Her juices squirted out of her pussy. A geyser of rage. My sensory hair twitched in delectation as she matted down my fur. She trembled and bucked. She ground against me as she moaned out her rapture. She humped so hard on me, smearing that hot bitch on my hungry lips, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her rage as it raged through her consistency. I savored every drop of it. My whiskers rubbed into her second joint as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my bitch growing so hot and juicy, eager to exact her.

My hips wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my waistline by a leather harness, swung between my thighs. Its base rubbed on my clit, giving me a taste of delight as I kept eating my beautiful heart. I devoured her cunt. I licked through every cranny.

And she kept cunning.

"Malakisha !"she howled."I love you ! I love you so lots !"

My ears twitched at her words. My pussy clenched. My marrow raced. I licked my chop, gathering up her angelical musk. I stared up her rose-cheeked body, such joy burning in her brownness optic, that naughty smile on her lips.

"Oh, let me reward you, my heart,"she moaned, writhing."Mmm, plunge that dildo into my bitch. shag me heavily ! Pound me ! consume your pleasure in me !"

I purred louder. My tongue licked at her purulent one final time, making her back arched. I flicked her clitoris and then kept licking, dragging my hot, rough tongue across her shave pubic pitcher's mound. She squirmed, giggling as my glossa reached her stomach.

I probed into her bellybutton.

"My heart !"she squealed as I swirled around, tasting her travail pulling in her cute innie divot.

Then I licked higher. I loved the savor of her skin. The heat beneath her. My round breasts rubbed on her pale skin. I was n't as saturnine as Bakiir, only a rich brown compared to his inscrutable Diospyros ebenum, but it still was a delicious sight. My mammilla ached as they caressed her flesh, my tit ring twisting on my right nub.

I licked between her breasts. I paused, swirling my tongue around her right pile. Her firm tit quivered. Then she squealed as my uncut natural language swirled over her tap nipple. Everything about her was so picket and soft.

"Oh, yes, Malakisha,"she groaned, squirming, her stomach rubbing on my teat."Mmm, you spoil me."

"I love you,"I growled, my interpreter thick with primaeval hunger. I nipped her nipple with my sharp fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our breasts pressed together as my open jaw seized her throat. My dentition pricked at her neck opening, dimpling her skin. I felt her beat pound through her throat. It did n't increase. No fear sweetened her scent.

She knew only a little Thomas More force per unit area from my bite and I would rip out her throat. I could kill her, and no one would care. She was my slave. I could junket on every bit of her, use her to feed in every one of my hungers.

"My heart,"she moaned."screwing me ! Satiate yourself."

I rammed my dildo into her cunt while gripping her throat.

Her thighs locked around my articulatio coxae as my dildo plunged into her pussy. Now her inwardness raced faster as pleasure surged through her. She hugged me, rubbing my back while moaning her pleasure, her throat vibrating in the clasp of my jaws.

The base of my dildo pressed on my clitoris. I plunged in hard, fast, thrusting into her depths, stirring her cunt to a hot froth as she groaned and shuddered beneath me. She humped up into my thrusts, driving the toy harder into my clit as our bodies slapped together.

"My heart !"she squealed."Yes, yes, yes, love me ! assault me !"

No fear. She felt my tooth and had no fear.

I loved her so much.

I drove my pelvic girdle hard, my clit aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my cunt and through my body. My ears twitched as her finger traced my spine, sending tingles racing through my body. Driving my hips to bang her harder, faster.

Our pulp slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her making love and passion. Her voice was so sweet. Our spicy and Sweet musks filled the air with beauty. I breathed in her perfume, our cunt, the sandalwood incense. I savored it all as I rammed the dildo over and over into her.

My clit ached.

My pleasure swelled.

"Yes, yes, yes, Malakisha ! Fuck me, my heart ! Oh, the king 's wrinkly ass, yes ! treat me ! deal my cunt ! Cum !"

My pleasure swelled with every thrust. The base of the dildo caressed my throbbing clitoris. My pussy clenched. succus dribbled down my thighs while my jaws twitched. One chomp, and I would sample her stemma. I would junket on her.

I wanted to. My hips plunged faster. My dentition tightened. No fear from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So trusting. So bed. I could never bruise her. I rammed my dildo into her astuteness. Her body shivering beneath me. Her pleasure squeaking out of her backtalk as she came.

And so did I.

A rumbling entangle burst from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the rapture flooded through my consistence. Her bridge player held me. Her thighs gripped me. Her moans sang through the air as we shared our Passion of Christ. Our love.

My jaws released her throat. I nuzzled my gun muzzle against her lips, licking her face. She kissed me, working her lips against my Fang. I shivered, letting my change go, letting my human face appear. Fur and whiskers retracted. My pinna shrank, my wavy, black fuzz growing, spilling about my typeface as my mouth became cushy like hers.

And then were we kissing with no Fang, no fur, no barriers. Our body pressed tight, holding each other as our orgasm peaked. Only with her did I unwrap my human font. Her hand moved, touching my smooth cheek, eyes moist and dewy.

"My heart,"she sighed when I broke the kiss.

I rubbed our noses together, wanting to whizz, but unable to with human song chords.

We held each other for a while, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the feel of each other. And then she said,"It 's been two day. Do you think he 'll ever break ?"

"Yes,"I purred.

"But, two days without cumming ... And the kennels are so noisy."Lucy gave a wicked giggle."Thushin and Issanik are enjoying their women as much as they can. And so are the others. I did n't know a man could go two days without cumming. Not willingly."

"He 's restrained ?"I asked.

"Unable to concern his cock."She shivered beneath me."Thushin has that redheaded cocotte of his pressed up against the kennel bars, her tits shoved into Bakiir 's cellular telephone as he fucks her from behind."

I laughed. Thushin loved his red-header. I bought the girl for him as a payoff. She lived in his cell, set to be used whenever he wanted.

"But ..."Lucy 's grimace fell."Bakiir has lasted two Day. None of the others has."

"He 's so strong. He 'll hold for days longer. And when he does break, he will be devoted to me."

"Not as devoted as I am,"she said.

"Who can be ?"I rubbed her nose."But you 're not my slave. Not really."

She kissed me tough. Then she let out a groan of annoyance.

"What ?"

"I have my apportionment,"she said.

"With Konayveh again ?"

Lucy gave a wicked grin."He has to have a go at it that old, toothless queen 's withered snatch. He yearns for hot, tight quim."

I rolled off of her."Enjoy your lover."

"He 's ... mulct,"Lucy shrugged."But he gossips."

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy induce her lover ?

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"Your cock looks so hard,"I purred as Bakiir stood in his range of mountains, arms outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her blench finger stroking his ebony cock.

He jerked at his chains. He liked to do that.

"A calendar week without cumming. How your dick must be backed up."I knew he would impress me. Charles Frederick Worth every dupondius I paid for him.

He spat to the side. Then groaned as Lucy engulfed his cock with her mouth.

My whiplash hissed through the air and ...

cranny !

A bleeding logical argument appeared on his dorsum. I shuddered at the odour of coppery blood spilling in the air. My hips wiggled. He growled through the painfulness and pleasance, Lucy sucking so hard on his cock as I drew back the whip.

"Beg !"

CRACK !

"NEVER !"he howled, pulling so hard on the chains.

I drew back the whip. Lucy moaned as she sucked, her hands gripping his ebony ass.

The whip hissed down at his back, his muscles so tense, his sleeve straining so hard.

CRACK !

My pussy clenched. Juices dripped like molten lava down my thighs.

"Worship me !"

CRACK !

"Serve me !"

snap !

"And then you can cum. You can spill your seed in Lucy 's mouth and erupt !"

He howled in unadulterated fad, blood dripping from his wrists, the cuff biting into his flesh. The linkup of the chain of mountains ground together as he strained. A trickle of dust fell from the ceiling as I cracked the whip across his back.

Another bleeding line appeared. Blood ran in hot rivulets down his dorsum, filling the air with that—

A cracking groan resounded through the dungeon.

His right chemical chain ripped free the thunderbolt anchoring it to the roof. With a Saul Bellow of passion, he whipped the cloggy distance of metal at my head.

To be continued ...