The Rakshasa 's marrow
Chapter One : Rakshasa 's New hard worker
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Arena exploded with sunshine, the barbarian and lowborn humans rising in the base, screaming their bloodlust as the new battler entered the Patrick White gumption. I leaned forward in my tail end in the royal box, a tangible exhilaration shooting through my ticker as the gladiators marched towards the center.

"Oh, you are going to enjoy this match, love cousin-german,"Kushini purred, her garden pink lingua licking her furry chop. Her leather pants creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. Whiskers twitched and her tiger-like ears flicked. Her boob, both bare, quivered in anticipation. She ran a hand up her rich, colored skin, cupping a boob. The nipple ringing piercing her right nub glinted in the sunshine, marking her a extremity of the purple family unit. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human woman from the neck down. But her head was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.

I played with my own nipple ring, my spike flicking. A wet itch swelled in my puss at the striking, brawny Halanian gladiator who strode out. He was a new accomplishment. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his ebony cutis, his head gleaming in the coarse sunlight streaming onto the bloodless sands of the bowl. splash and pocket billiards crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting area, still fresh from the finale fight.

I breathed, my sense of smell enhanced in my Rakshasa form. I never let my human face appear in populace. The gangrene of appearing like one of the varmint who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the stands would lower my condition among the royal stag crime syndicate for years.

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

"Yes,"I purred, tugging on my pap gang. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my station, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a purple sari trimmed in gold that covered my give knocker and fell down to my mid thighs. I was n't a whore in besotted pants and baring both tits.

Or a deviant who demeaned myself by fighting in the sphere like a human.

The brand Kushini wore was a ignominy. Such an open exhibition of powerfulness. No subtly. And she was second in line to the throne ! Two deaths away from being queen.

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

"You think he can defeat Henyak ?"I asked as tabby Adroyna, our gran, stepped up to the social movement of the box, still looking purple despite her age, her Orange River fur spotted with hoary that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than nanna. Three of her daughter, my own mother included, and two granddaughters had died trying to assassinate her. And she had dealt with her own brood sisters and jealous aunty before I was even a glimmering in my mother 's eyes.

She exuded strength without resorting to something as crass as wearing a sword on her hip.

"Such a delicious scrapper,"faggot Adroyna said."So strong."

"His rake shall decorate the sand,"boasted Henyak from below. He was a brawny human, a aborigine Naithan with embrown tegument. He wore a kilt of leather shoulder strap studded with branding iron studs and a brand helmet, his trident gripped in hand. He was a hero, a man who had fought for days and years. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the peril. Especially fighting new gladiators with hope, ending any threats to his domination before they could equal him.

"Such a promise,"Queen Adroyna purred."killing him, and I shall shower down you in gold, my love Henyak."

"He 'll have to close his eyes to bang her old twat,"Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our consistency slaves and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned slave, gave a repellent giggle as she knelt before me naked, her skin glistening with expensive oils, filling the air with a lovely scent of lavender and holding at bay the unwashed foetor of the peasants crowding the stands, eager for their amusement and sculptural relief from the donkeywork of their pointless lives.

My heart flicked to the Halanian. Bakiir did n't look afraid at all. I caught a flash of white. A smile. A mocking smile as he flicked his sword and held onto his round, wooden shield. His blade arm was clad in banded steal from forearm to shoulder. Beside that, he wore a loincloth, showing off his unanimous body.

Those muscles.

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

"Yes, kept woman,"my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my hoarded wealth. Secaran hard worker were so rare. That picket hide was so exotic. I made sure she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her young face. I 'd owned her for three geezerhood, molding her into the perfective servant. I saw the love in her brown optic, the smile on her lips, her expression delicate, farmed by her voiced, brown hairsbreadth.

She pushed my thigh apart, her fingers sending shudders up my consistency. My heart raced. I petted her whisker, loving her hot kisses on my flesh as she moved up my thigh towards my burning cunt. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My gist, though none of my sisters, cousins, auntie, or even my grandmother could eff that I loved her. They would use her against me. In populace, she was just my slit licking hard worker.

I shuddered as her mouth found my knock off twat. They were so piano and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my snatch. Then her knife flicked out, making my entire body chill and a purr rising slope in my throat. My eyes 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 sound of my name drawing my attention from the fighters."What a slave he would make."

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

I did n't show my wince. I was so energize, my blood boiling. Bakiir was a specimen. So solid. So strong. He could come apart me in half. How dessert it would be to see him on his genu before me, begging to idolize my cunt.

Lucy 's natural language slid through my purulent folds and flicked my clit. I groaned, my spike and sensory hair twitching. I pulled hard on the amber ring piercing my pap, twisting the dark nub. The quiver raced down to my hot pussy, to my clit bathed by Lucy 's amazing tongue.

"Start it,"Kushini purred, her consistency so tense now, her nipples thrusting so hard from her humble garb. She was so short and midget, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her eyes."Fight !"

"kill him, Henyak,"Queen Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each early. Bakiir 's sinew rippled as he moved across the white moxie, dust kicking up from his sandaled pes. My snatch clenched, Lucy 's knife feeling so wonderful as she probed it into my snap. I moaned as she savored the spicy taste of my musk.

Kushini tensed then let out a purring groan as Henyak 's trident crashed into Bakiir 's shield, wooden sliver flying. Then Bakiir 's steel swung, striking the trident. metallic element rang as the men danced around each other, both their bodies rippling, oiled by elbow grease and glistening in the noon sun.

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every mo of his brawny body moving. I seized Lucy 's haircloth with my left helping hand, pulling my beloved slave 's mouth cryptical into my puss. I ground on her as the air rang with weapons confluence, clattering.

The crowd cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

early princesses in the rack watched, some having body slaves devour their puss or have intercourse their cunt, brawny slave who would breed dominating daughter. Rakshasas who would claw and fight and make the Queen of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a girl Bakiir would turn over me.

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

The beautiful girl caressed my thighs as her tongue slid through my crease and brushed my clit. My nub throbbed, my pleasure swelling in my depths. 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 bump from Bakiir 's sword.

"Yes,"moaned Kushini, an orgasmic auditory sensation, her fingers pulling on both her nipples. She purred as loud as me now."kill !"

She licked her chops as Henyak roared, thrusting hard with his trident. fast, flying thrust, driving Bakiir back. My pussy clenched, my tum tensing. My climax swelled in me as Bakiir took a injury in his thigh. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

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

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"kill him,"moaned Kushini, on the sceptre of orgasming from the violence alone.

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

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

And came.

My pussy spasmed. succus flooded into Lucy 's hungry back talk. My heart lapped at the ointment flooding out of my twat. I shuddered, my tits heaving, my left hand beneath my sari, my right exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

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

Bakiir acted.

He sprang to the side, using his wounded leg. He was n't crippled like Henyak and the gang view. Bakiir rolled, bringing his sword up and swinging it severe. Henyak tried to regain, to rend back, but the blade caught him in the throat.

I shuddered, my puss spasming so hard, rapture surging through me as the blood spurted. The deep red arched through the air. Kushini yowled so loudly, then roared out as her mighty climax wracked her lithe body.

The rapture boiled my psyche as I stared at Bakiir, his foe 's blood splashing across his dark chest, adding color to that ebony consistence. I licked my natural language across my chops, Lucy lapping up my juices gushing out of my pussy.

"Yes !"I snarled."Yes ! Auction !"

faggot Adroyna 's question slam 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 Queen Adroyna. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian hard worker, chief of the queen 's escort. Her head nodded as she looked at me."It has been three months since you initiated an auction."

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

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

"auction bridge, gamemaster,"she snarled.

The fat human who ran the games stepped out, his body draped in expensive gems. He had glutted on the entertainment of the capital. He rubbed his chubby digit together as he stepped up beside Bakiir.

"Your august loftiness,"he said with a bow."Let the call starting signal at 500 dupondius."

"900 dupondius,"Kushini barked as she gained her feet and rushed towards the boundary of the box. My ears twitched as she shot a feel over her berm, licking her chopper. Her rectify deal rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an pearl tiger headspring snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my ears twitching. My fangs hungered for her throat. That cunt !"1000 dupondius."She would force me to waste my income for the month on this slave. I strode forward."You have sound taste perception, Kushini."

"So do you, Malakisha,"she said, no jot of her pettiness in her voice.

"1100 dupondius,"pregnant Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was honest-to-god than me by two month. Her tiger ears twitched. She gave me a hungry smile."Yes, you do have good taste, Auntie Malakisha."

I ran my tongue over my fangs. Oh, would n't it be gracious to just rip out her throat right now, too. But I could n't show helplessness like that. Killing publicly, killing out of anger, was footling. Brutal and easy. No, when you killed your challenger, it had to be planned, it had to be elegant. It had to be done at a length, but clearly at your command, cogent evidence that you were a cunning killer. A true up predator.

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

"1500 dupondius,"Kushini said, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

"You must really want to drub his body clean of Henyak 's parentage,"I said.

She shuddered in delectation."Such a dainty does n't come along that often."

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

"Interested in stemma yourself ?"Kushini gave me a side-long glance."I thought your sake ran towards ... other refreshments."

"Other ?"

Her whiskers twitched."2000 dupondius."

My niece gave a cruel tangle, pushing off from the rail and marching away, clutching at her well belly. Lucy giggled behind me. I glanced at my first 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 sword on him."

"He is skilled."

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

"Unarmed ?"Her discussion were flat, a confidential information of a growling rumbling in her throat."You think I 'd waste him with such needless butchery."

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

"food waste from the docks."A delicious shudder 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 consider it."

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

"2500 dupondius,"Kushini shouted, a spark in her eye."How badly do you want to see him worshiping you like that slight lady of pleasure behind you ?"

anger flared in me. But I did n't rise to her insult. I did n't even squeeze a hair's-breadth."2600 dupondius."

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

"I will."Then I gave her a expression."Though I considered letting you have him. How much more can you take over from your mother before she grows angry with you."

Her back talk 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 nous, added, my eye to the end of the sentence."He will be deserving every gold coin."

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My kitty-cat burned as my new slave was chained into place. Bakiir stood defiant. I 'd paid for the priest of Gewin to heal his wound. I wanted him unhurt and unmutilated before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my ducky slaves, yanked Bakiir 's thick arms into place.

His font was hard, eyes defiant. He did n't stand Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his facial expression. His thoughts worked behind his defiant mask, pondering how to break away. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as solid as him. And I had more striver in my doghouse, former brawny warriors that I 'd broken.

He would try to fool me with complacency.

I loved my donjon. It was the favorite persona of my quartern in the Zigurrat. iniquity and sweltering, the heating trapped in here. No airy balconies to enjoy the sight of the city of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to select away the heating system. Not in here. The walls were unrelieved I. F. Stone. pitch blackness iron chains hung from the roof, each ending in manacles. From hook shot on the wall hung my toys, all my flails and party whip and paddle and crops. So many fun instruments to run with.

The manacle snapped shut about Bakiir 's wrist, the lock chamber clicking into place. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the chains, ratcheting them crocked. Bakiir 's arms were yanked upward and away from his body, pulling taunting the muscles of his torso. His face flickered, feeling the stress in his arms.

"Mmm, you are such a brawny delight,"I purred, walking around him. My hand trailed across his Diospyros ebenum human body, feeling the hardness of his muscularity. Stone. Unyielding. My fingers slid down his binding to his ass, squeezing it."You are going to be such a delight."

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

"Good,"I purred, nuzzling my furry gun muzzle between his shoulder steel. He was so tall as well as big-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his back. He shuddered as I licked at his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat.

My pussy was so wet.

I pressed my raw private parts into his ass, humping against him, my tit rubbing on his cover. I never wore clothes in my dungeon. No one did. This was a position of pleasure and nuisance, and those were best have au naturel. My workforce reached around him, my pussy growing to a greater extent 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 eagre anticipation. I licked at his spine again, sliding up his shoulder vane and making him moan. His dick twitched in my hand, hardening, swelling, growing even heavy as I stroked him.

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

He did n't answer.

My hand squeezed hard on the tip of his dick, crushing his poll. My other script found his balls, 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 painful sensation. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clit on his hard muscles, shudder racing through his body. Chains rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

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

"Yes ... Mistress,"he said, the defiance thick in his voice. He 'd give me this, score me think he weakened. But soon he 'd signify it.

I stroked his stopcock again, still arduous, his precum growing slippery at the tip."Good."I gave him a love morsel, letting him feel my fang but not penetrating the muscular tissue of his upper back."So answer my enquiry. Does this spirit good, knuckle down ?"

He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my thumb rubbing that thick, spongy pate."Yes, Mistress."

"See,"I told him."What did you suppose I would do to you here ? Hurt you ?"

He gave a barking laugh."I know how you Rakshasa 's sight with men."

"Oh, that we hurt you ? defecate you bleed and yowl ? That we eat you ?"I licked my sassing."That 's so genuine. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The father of my initiatory daughter. She might be fairy one day. Does n't that excite you ?"

"No,"he growled.

"Mmm, but your tool 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 cock throb in my hand as he grunted through his teeth."Oh, yes, you are going to be so a good deal fun to hurt."

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

I had trained them well."Thushin, the hot seat. Lucy, my heart, choose your instrument."

"Yes, Mistress,"Thushin said, rising.

"Mmm, I will, my mettle,"Lucy said as she rose, her diminished tit bouncing. They were such lovely breasts. My optic flicked down to her tight slit, her pussy new shaved and glistening. The gold hoop 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 skin ripple. He was a aboriginal Naithan, his pecker bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden electric chair in the recess and sat on it. His dick was so tough ; the cock ring tied about the base made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get rilievo for his erection, until I allowed him.

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

His hammer brushed my pussy. I shivered, my hips undulating, then I slid my cunt down his peter. I groaned, his shaft spreading me capable. He filled me with his girth. I groaned, my ears twitching as I took more and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, arms hugging me. His strong manus roamed my stomach, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the wall, staring at the assorted whip and flails, her thin hips wiggling with excitement, her dark-brown hair's-breadth sweeping down her sylphlike back.

"Which shall she choose for you, slave ?"I asked, staring at Bakiir.

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

My pussy clenched hard on Thushin 's cock. He groaned, his hands squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest, savoring his speciality. He was so solid. His hands moved, one sliding down to tease my clit, the other to fumble my breast. My ears twitched as he nuzzled his face into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a reduce riding crop made out of cockeyed 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 centre as Lucy advanced on him from behind.

Swish. smacking !

He grunted, his body tensing as the riding crop crashed into his oral fissure. His ebony cock bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin 's pecker, stirring his shaft through my pussy. A raving mad wafture of heating plant washed through me.

savour !

A twitch crossed his frontal bone as his body drank in the stinging pain in the ass. Lucy had such a wicked grinning on her backtalk as she walked around him, her hand caressing his muscular soundbox. She reached his putz, her pale fingers wrapped about his ebony girth.

"Mmm, did you like the kiss of my crop, break one's back ?"she asked.

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

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her left-hand hand and cracking the riding crop across his chest with the former. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the room. I shivered upon my slave 's putz, his rough finger rubbing at my clitoris, sending such delight through me.

"Slave ?"Lucy asked."Oh, I am so much more than a slave."

sally !

Her fingers rubbed the crown of Bakiir 's dick.

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

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

"Mmm, I can give you pleasure."She rubbed the medallion of her hand into the tip of his dark cock, her pale ass wiggling."Or I can give you pain."

She bit his nipple. Hard.

"worship 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 turncock. I loved watching my affectionateness oeuvre. She was such a wonderful charwoman. So have it away, so venomous, so bore to inflict pain for both our pleasance. I could catch her play for hours.

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

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

I groaned, wiggling more, purring louder. I drank in his defiance. Pleasure rippled through me, partly from Thushin 's finger's breadth rubbing hard circles on my clit, but Sir Thomas More from this strong, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir 's forehead furrowed. His defiance cracked. It was easy to fight pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful charwoman 's mouth locked about your hammer, sucking so operose ... That was firmly to fight. He shuddered, arms pulling against the chains as she bobbed her forefront. I could hear her noisy sucks, my clit pounding, knowing how delicious her oral fissure was.

fissure !

She cracked the crop into his thorax as she sucked. It swished again over her caput to taste into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain and pleasure burn through his body at the like time. I loved it. I smelled the salty scent of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her sweet juice 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 deal of her pallid butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her brown pilus danced about her shoulders. And then there was his solid, Diospyros ebenum bulk, such a contrast between the two.

fissure !

I purred louder and louder. Thushin 's mitt moved from my bosom and clitoris. He grasped my waist, lifting me with his brawny strength, fucking my kitty-cat up and down his restrained hammer. He groaned, savoring the delight of my cunt.

CRACK !

While I savored the delight of Lucy working.

CRACK !

Bakiir 's face tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her sucking oral fissure. The chains rattled and clinked. The riding craw slapped into him over and over. The welts rose on his flesh, fall guy of botheration 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 pussycat clenched on Thushin 's cock. He hefted me riotous and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, tight silk of my pussy burning around his dick.

The friction was so wonderful.

CRACK !

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

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

Bakiir grunted as the riding craw slammed into him again. His side twisted. He tried to be defiant. He tried to be warm. But he wanted that release. His climax ached to break loose out of his balls and into her mouth.

"Beg for it,"I purred."Beg to flood her mouth. Her pussy !"I grinned at him."Imagine sliding that ebony giant into her tight cunt. To pump away at her pale flesh."

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

offer !

"He did,"I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of lecherousness, a raceway of all female person, needing Male to run our appetites for pain and cock and cum. Needing them to reproduce."He made something marvellous in us."

CRACK !

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

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

"You know I do, bitch !"His eyes glared at me."Tiger-headed whore ! You want to fuck me. You want to feel my shaft in your snatch !"

CRACK !

"creep to me and I 'll have a go at it you !"he snarled.

CRACK !

He bucked at the scourger smacking into his welted chest of drawers.

"You are about to ignite in her oral fissure,"I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his turncock. The pleasure burned so hot through me, the detrition sending pleasure rippling through me.

"Yes !"he growled."I 'll glut her mouth with my cum—"painful sensation burned across his face. He stared down in madness at Lucy, who 'd stopped sucking."You gods-damned whore !"

She 'd bit his turncock. Hard. Her hips wiggled faster. The crop fell from her hands to steep them between her thighs. She rubbed at her snatch while Bakiir fought against the pain, shuddering in his chains.

Lucy came.

Her juice gushed from her pussy, splashing the pit level and flooding the dungeon with her sweet musk. I shuddered, savoring the pain burning in Bakiir 's fount, the delight reaching through my affection 's body.

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

"NO !"

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

I drank in his defiance. My pussy went wild about Thushin 's hammer. He groaned, wanting so badly to flood my cunt with his cum, but he could n't. Not with his putz bound by the ring. That made my sexual climax even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the pleasure injection through me.

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

I would love breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her small breasts jiggling as she felt my hairsbreadth kiss her silky, off-white thigh as I nuzzled closer and closer to her sweet puss. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chop. My pussy was on fire.

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

My thick lingua rasped across her shaved flesh, gathering her sweet succus. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her minuscule breasts heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her fingers squeezing her nipples while I flicked her clit piercing.

She shuddered again. Her moans were so unfermented as she writhed on my satin sheets. Cool air wafted in through my open windows, twilight settling over the city of Ankush. brazier standing around the room burned sandalwood to keep the stink of the homo from profaning my bowers.

My heart 's succus melted on my clapper. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her build, my whisker rubbing on her thigh. delectation shuddered down to my pussy as my sensitive whiskers, so long and delicate, caressed her silky material body. My ears twitched, drinking in her moans.

"Oh, my philia !"she gasped."Oh, you spoil me ! The nance 's sere cunt, yes !"

"Mmm, exhibitor me in your sweet succus, my heart,"I purred between hot, hungry poke."Shower me in your delight."

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

I lapped with raging hunger, my tongue lashing up and down her kitty-cat. I licked and lapped and teased her. I made her aching and groan. I made her chill in unadulterated delight. She humped so intemperate against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her pocket-sized breasts jiggling as she squeaked out her joy, her comely expression burning with reddened passion.

I loved it. My pussy was so hot as my tongue rasped across her pussycat. Then I pressed it in her, licking through her silklike depths. A rakshasa 's natural language was duncish than a humans, like a tiger, rough and teasing. It made her groan and gasp, her moans echoing through the room.

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

I purred as I spoiled her. I would cave in her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my home would see me as rickety. You did not lie with hard worker. You did not love anything. humanity loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.

We feasted upon them. How could you ever screw your prey ?

But then I met Lucy. The first prison term I saw her crying in the slave penitentiary, draped in rags, her consistence whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her boob and face, something kindled in my spunk. She was destined for the bordello. Or to be sold as a kennel hard worker to pleasure gladiator and fighters. But her heart met mine. Those soft, brownness doe-eyes. The import I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That innocence drowning in filth. naturalness I could mold, shape, turn into a barbarous predator.

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

So I licked her harder. I loved my sweet Lucy. My marrow. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her handwriting squeezed those firm, modest tits. Her moans echoed through the room as she quivered and shook on the bed. Her brown hair swept across her face.

"Yes, yes, yes ! My heart !"Lucy gasped."By the world-beater 's dried-up titmouse, yes !"

Her juice squirted out of her twat. A geyser of passion. My whiskers 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 difficult on me, smearing that hot cunt on my hungry backtalk, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her passion as it raged through her trunk. I savored every drop of it. My whiskers rubbed into her thighs as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my cunt growing so hot and juicy, eager to take her.

My hips wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my waist 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 puss. I licked through every cranny.

And she kept cunning.

"Malakisha !"she howled."I love you ! I love you so a good deal !"

My ears twitched at her words. My kitty-cat clenched. My centre raced. I licked my chops, gathering up her mellifluous musk. I stared up her flushed consistence, such joy combustion in her brown oculus, that naughty smile on her lips.

"Oh, let me honor you, my heart,"she moaned, writhing."Mmm, plunge that dildo into my slit. nooky me backbreaking ! Pound me ! Take your pleasure in me !"

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

I probed into her bellybutton.

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

Then I licked higher. I loved the spirit of her skin. The heat beneath her. My round breasts rubbed on her pale tegument. I was n't as dark as Bakiir, only a rich brown compared to his deep sable, but it still was a delicious sight. My nipples ached as they caressed her flesh, my nipple ring twisting on my right nub.

I licked between her breasts. I paused, swirling my lingua around her good hill. Her firm tit quivered. Then she squealed as my approximative tongue swirled over her pink nipple. Everything about her was so wan and soft.

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

"I love you,"I growled, my voice thick with primal thirst. I nipped her mamilla with my sharply fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our breasts pressed together as my open jaw seized her pharynx. My teeth pricked at her neck, dimpling her skin. I felt her heartbeat Egyptian pound through her pharynx. It did n't increase. No care sweetened her scent.

She knew only a little more pressure from my bite and I would rip out her throat. I could drink down her, and no one would care. She was my slave. I could feast on every bit of her, use her to flow every one of my hungers.

"My heart,"she moaned."roll in the hay me ! Satiate yourself."

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

Her thighs locked around my hips as my dildo plunged into her pussycat. Now her heart raced flying as joy surged through her. She hugged me, rubbing my backbone while moaning her pleasure, her throat vibrating in the adhesive friction of my jaws.

The base of my dildo pressed on my clit. I plunged in hard, fast, thrusting into her profundity, stirring her snatch to a hot foam 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 ! ravish me !"

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

I loved her so much.

I drove my hip joint hard, my clit aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my cunt and through my torso. My ears twitched as her fingers traced my spine, sending tingles racing through my dead body. Driving my hip joint to fuck her harder, faster.

Our physique slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her honey and Passion of Christ. Her voice was so perfumed. Our spicy and Henry Sweet musks filled the air with beauty. I breathed in her aroma, our cunts, 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 ! screwing me, my tenderness ! Oh, the queen 's wrinkly ass, yes ! deal me ! Plow my cunt ! Cum !"

My delight swelled with every thrusting. The substructure of the dildo caressed my throbbing clitoris. My pussy clenched. juice dribbled down my thigh while my jaws twitched. One bite, and I would taste her blood. I would banquet on her.

I wanted to. My coxa plunged faster. My teeth tightened. No fear from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So trusting. So make out. I could never hurt 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 snarl burst from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the rapture flooded through my consistency. Her hands held me. Her thighs gripped me. Her moans sang through the air as we shared our passion. Our love.

My jaws released her throat. I nuzzled my muzzle against her lips, licking her face. She kissed me, working her lips against my Fang. I shivered, letting my alteration go, letting my human face appear. Fur and whisker retracted. My ears shrank, my wavy, black whisker growing, spilling about my face as my sass became soft like hers.

And then were we kissing with no fangs, no fur, no barriers. Our torso pressed tight, holding each former as our orgasm peaked. Only with her did I break my homo boldness. Her hands moved, touching my smooth cheeks, middle moist and dewy.

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

I rubbed our olfactory organ together, wanting to whiz, but ineffective to with human vocal chords.

We held each other for a patch, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the smell of each other. And then she said,"It 's been two days. Do you think he 'll ever give ?"

"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 charwoman 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 touch his cock."She shivered beneath me."Thushin has that redheaded whore of his pressed up against the kennel measure, her bosom shoved into Bakiir 's prison cell as he fucks her from behind."

I laughed. Thushin loved his redheaded woodpecker. I bought the girl for him as a reward. She lived in his cell, make to be used whenever he wanted.

"But ..."Lucy 's face fell."Bakiir has lasted two days. None of the others has."

"He 's so inviolable. He 'll hold for days longer. And when he does break dance, 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 backbreaking. 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 fuck that old, toothless pouf 's shrivelled snatch. He yearns for hot, tight quim."

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

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

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy have her fan ?

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"Your pecker looks so hard,"I purred as Bakiir stood in his irons, arms outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her pale digit 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 move me. deserving every dupondius I paid for him.

He spat to the incline. Then groaned as Lucy engulfed his putz with her mouth.

My party whip hissed through the air and ...

CRACK !

A haemorrhage line appeared on his back. I shuddered at the scent of coppery blood spilling in the air. My hip wiggled. He growled through the hurting and pleasure, Lucy sucking so hard on his cock as I drew back the whip.

"Beg !"

fracture !

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

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

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

chap !

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

"adoration me !"

quip !

"Serve me !"

CRACK !

"And then you can cum. You can pour forth your seeded player in Lucy 's sass and erupt !"

He howled in pure fad, blood dripping from his wrist, the manacles biting into his physique. The links of the chain ground together as he strained. A dribble of rubble fell from the ceiling as I cracked the party whip across his back.

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

A crack groan resounded through the dungeon.

His right chain ripped innocent the bolt anchoring it to the ceiling. With a bellowing of rage, he whipped the lumbering length of metallic element at my head.

To be continued ...