The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : tongue manoeuvre
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a grey-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the rough Harlan Stone bricks of my dungeon 's storey, rolled hard. Metal struck rock with a mighty clang behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a squat, the fur bristling across my face and head, my sensory hair twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such strong point. He pulled free the bolts from the Freemasonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the peril, or maybe because of it, my puss was so wet as I stared at the enraged prizefighter. That mighty pillar of ebony flesh before me.

If I could domesticize him ...

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

The strand cracked to the right wing. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. woods groaned as he seized it to hold his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rain of whiplash and nemesis fell with Issanik as he hit the land mo before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her body quivering. Her eyes were wide with awe as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft brown and full of heroic hope. She needed me to lay aside her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to contrive her back and air her tumbling into the collapsed shelf. She coughed, clutching her stomach, pain crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left-hand handwriting, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt liberal holding the band closed. The simplicity popped give, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same motion, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

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

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

My hands deform as Thushin grunted, thrown to the primer coat by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a oink from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the chain again.

He sound not belt down him.

I strode from the room, my breasts jiggling. Fire pumped through my mineral vein and succus ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennel, striding past the Cage where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

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

Their kennel woman of the street, the distaff slaves I bought to delight them, cowered in the rachis, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the racks of blade and axe and Mace and sticker, stacks of armor of all shape, the gear to outfit my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed obelisk. It was triangular, starting as wide as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan steel, hunky-dory quality, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

It was topsy-turvyness when I returned. Lucy screamed in the quoin, cowering as Bakiir whipped his range around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slave still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and attach him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his salutary arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing hard. I gripped the sticker, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the muscular tissue rippling in his flanks.

The chain cracked him across the font. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, blood spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the crimson aroma electrifying my soundbox. I tasted the coppery delight in the air upon my natural language, shuddered.

With a oink, Bakiir threw himself forward and heaved against Thushin 's arm. My Naithan slave flew over Bakiir 's articulatio humeri and crashed down on Issanik, screaming in hurting as he landed on his humiliated arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his helping hand and knees.

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the pep pill of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't feature to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A single leap carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a spirit over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp edge pressing in his throat. parentage flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you feel demise, warrior ?"I asked, my left script running across his bald head, loving how smoothen it was, how shiny in the torch illumination."Can you feel it quivering against your throat ?"

His face hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thou times, have n't you ? That bitch wanting to slip away your lifespan. You 've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the tongue harder against his flesh. I could feel his pulse rate throbbing up the brand and into my hired hand, the phrenetic measure of his life story."So you have a selection. Let her killing you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his pharynx. I let it slide, cutting into flesh above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, stock 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 dark down his chest. His arm cocked, ready to fall upon. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his chain fast enough to pop me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand stab out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the competitiveness, but now he felt that feminine touch, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my throat as I stroked him, feeling his sprightliness impulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his dick throbbing.

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

He did n't say a word. stoic pride faced me. That monolithic resistor that had kept him fighting even when his torso was scourged, even as blood ran down his body from the buss of my whip. And yet his cock was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching pauperization to erupt.

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

All calendar week he had fought against it. I had n't allowed him to cum. I had Lucy bring him to the threshold over and over while he felt infliction. I kept him bound early sentence, unable to have-to doe with himself while listening to my other hard worker rut around him with their dog house whores.

His will was smoothing iron. But even iron out knack. Especially when heated.

"Just capitulation into disco biscuit and let expiry spare you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its border. Death was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his cock throbbing in my hand. He stretched out onto his cover as I kept pushing with the dagger, his legs sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my snatch to his hard cock, rubbing my snatch up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his rigourousness, my kitty-cat lips begging to plunge every inch of his girth. He was so big, so heavyset. All my hard worker were hung, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my left mitt up his flog chest, crossing the minor wounds, the profligate sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my pussy up and down his peter, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breasts swaying. I ground my clitoris harder into his dick, the pleasance rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My sensory hair 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 button reached the Crown of his dick. I massaged the spongy head.

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

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can have intercourse your Mistress. I 'll even let your come wasteweir into me. You can be the sire of my girl. All you have to do is love me. Worship me. Then you 'll experienced rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you women. I 'll hoist you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my articulatio coxae, rubbing my clit across his rooster 's crest, feeling it throb and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No more joy for you. No more chance to fight. No more prove your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his lips with my thick tongue, the pleasure rippling through me. My juice dripped hot from my slit, making his dick more and more slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. exaltation or death."

He closed his eyes."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"fancy woman,"he said, his vocalism tight as it burst out of his throat."You are my ... Mistress."

"mean it,"I groaned, my button throbbing on his cock. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and idolize me."

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

I licked his mouth again, my tongue pushing past his back talk into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my knocker to his whipped chest of drawers, his sticky blood coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his pecker nudging at my snatch lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking osculation. My heart widened, my tiger-ears twitch. His pecker was so immense. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to submit him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my white meat into his torso. My mamilla throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took more and more than of his girth. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew loud, rumbling through my organic structure. It was amazing. My pussy burst with pleasure as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our candy kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you sense the reinforcement for your service ?"I asked, my snatch clenching on his dick."Do you understand what submission gives you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned, face twisting with delight. I felt his bosom thundering in his chest as I undulated my hips.

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown boob streaked with his lineage. His chest was coated in it. I loved the midst, wet feel on my titmouse. My cunt shifted on his dick as I slid into position, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't lie with him hard or profligate. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would revel every heartbeat of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing heavy with my kitty-cat, imbibition in the clash. I groaned, fighting the burn mark in my thighs, the ache in my brawniness demanding I just stake myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my organic structure. I savored his strong, calloused touch. His script found my breasts, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

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

"Yes, my heart and soul,"Lucy said, still in the nook, her optic wide, stunned by the savagery that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her eyes."Amazing cock."

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

But now was n't the clock time to comfort my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my victory. 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 open so wide. My bitch clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To swim me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his firm men. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my tit, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my nipple ring, twisting my right nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his cock, impaling my pussy over and over on his pecker. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully abstruse. My pussy ached every time I took him.

"Oh, yes, Bakiir,"I growled."Oh, you are such a warrior. Such a brawny man. You are so impressive. Never have I seen a man as 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 pussy up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic bone. dotty abandon filled me now, my orgasm construction so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't keep back myself. My head arched back, my hair's-breadth twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my articulatio coxae twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of joy this cock had to provide. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would belt down me.

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

"My Mistress,"he groaned, squeezing my knocker so hard as his hip bucked up. He bounced me on his cock."Seljan 's byssus, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

I slammed down his cock, my button striking his pubic bone. spark flared through me, landing on the tinder of my orgasm.

Fires flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rhapsodic grass rising to my mind, smothering me in exaltation. My pussy went groundless about his dick, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our flesh smack together again, more electric arc exploding from my clit. His mitt squeezed my mammilla so hard. Pain flare out from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the first prison term. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my cunt. None of my hard worker had earned the rightfield to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so brawny. She would be devious, cunning. It would remove all my strength and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the gods, engender your fancy woman !"

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting cock. I drank in the hot come, my orgasm growing so hot. Adam whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my snarls echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the ecstasy.

And loved it.

"My mistress,"he groaned as the concluding bang of his seed injection into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the frigid metallic element, tasting the deep red of his rip. A final exam frisson ran through my consistence."Oh, yes, you are mine."

I could see it in his centre. He had surrendered. He had realized my forte and submitted. I owned him. It was so intoxicating. I groaned as I rose off his tool. His hot cum dribbled down my thigh as I stood over him.

"Help them to their kennel,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The cellular phone doorway are enchanted. They will mesh. bear witness you are patriotic. And you shall be rewarded."

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

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the sticker on the stone. My spinal column was to Bakiir. A rampantly boot shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to bolt down me right now. We would have to struggle again.

Men grunted in pain."Got to learn me that put-on you used throwing me over your berm,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

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

"I thought he would kill you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, brown heart."I ..."

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her impertinence, lapping up her salty tear then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."jeopardy have to be taken to conquer great reward. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."

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

"trade good,"I purred, nuzzling her again."Mmm, did he hurt you when he kicked you ?"

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her small breast jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my heart 's brownness hairsbreadth, pulling her typeface to my pussy."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him mixed with me."

Lucy did n't engagement. She loved me too much to ever resist me. Her grimace nuzzled into my pussy. Her brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled sheepfold, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so energise to share this with her, the passion of a man finally worthy to spawn me. My heart raced as I undulated my articulatio coxae, grinding my pussy on her hot lips. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my crease, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

"How does he smack ?"I asked, my vocalisation so throaty.

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

It was wonderful to listen the throaty passion regaining, to palpate the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do know how practically you love it."

Her knife licked again, flicking out and sliding through my kitty-cat. She brushed my clit, making me shake. A new joy built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's cock had churned through my cunt.

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

"Oh, gods, yes, have it away me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing deep into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't reach anywhere near as late, but she still could stir up my snatch. She could still stool me thrill and groan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the atmospheric pressure swelled and swelled. Her conciliate electronic organ lapped through my profoundness, her lip nuzzling into my labia.

My clit ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her brim latched on, sucking hard. My entire body convulsed, my brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her spit stirring the pleasance through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

She licked harder, her knife swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibbled and imbibe. Her manpower grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her mouth as she feasted with such passion, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her tongue into my puss 's profundity. She sucked on my labia. She drove me angry. I gasped, my helping hand holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran slave 's sass, on my love 's licking tongue.

And came.

transport flooded through my soundbox. I drank it in. I loved every moment of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingers as my juices flooded her loving oral fissure. She drank them down as the heat from my orgasm made me feel so light.

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

Her fingers dug into my ass, her sass sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The following day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the training court of the Ziggurat. The great, crimson tiers of the palace rising like massive steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine white to present off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my dog house whores stood on either position of me, their raw bodies oiled as they wafted great fans of peacock butterfly feather, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled vino, holding the all-inclusive saucer in my left bridge player. I wore my sari, my right breast on display, showing off my atomic number 79 nipple ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

Who else would sit here with striver in attending watching the sparring ?

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the steer. I had sent for priests of Gewin to cure my hard worker after Lucy cleaned my slit live on night. Issanik was conclusion to death. The non-Christian priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me bed wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to view his oiled, bare dead body beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my other slaves through their sword cast. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony pelt ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my kitty when my auricle twitched. The sound of armoured men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather bloomers, wearing her blade. The degenerate strutted with a warlike swagger. Her female parent should have drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So head. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the other side of the small mesa, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't work any fans but sat like the day 's rut did n't get at her."Only took a week."

I did n't heighten to the barb."You can not belt along a master when forging a blade, neither can you rush a mistress when breaking a slave."

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

I turned my head, a smile growing on my gag. Not enough to bare my fangs. Oh, no, I would n't give her that expiation."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You misfortunate matter. Your pussy must just be dying for a substantial cum."

"My kitty is fed often enough,"she hissed back. Her bridge player falling down to her sword.

Disgraceful.

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

Her helping hand pulled back from her brand."My men know how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her hard worker, an impressive Thlinian with red cutis wearing a breastplate and greaves. She stroked his hawkshaw beneath it, the man 's brass vellication, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, schoolmarm,"the slave groaned, his cock tenting his loincloth.

"Are you going to have sex him right here to shew a power point ?"I asked my cousin-german, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that picayune bawd puzzle out your slit before me all the time,"Kushini said.

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

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

"combine me, dear cousin, you would lose that contest."

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

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

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the sole two princesses in the castle with any existent taste. None of the other whores saw the time value in Bakiir. But we did."

I gave her a studious aspect. Was she broaching an alliance ? Interesting.

"Unlike your mother ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged king Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the crapper and Kushini would be one footmark closer to the trophy we all lusted for.

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."praxis your sword. See his skill. Then we can ... negociate the atonement of your little pussy."

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

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

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my poop, my retinue following. The fan girls moved with submission to the kennel, knowing their place. My male slave stood in the room, waiting for commands.

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

"goodness. And the integral castle heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be utile."Issanik arrest, the balance, to the dog house. You did skilful today. nooky your whores hard."

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

They were all so happy, like minuscule boys eagre to delight their female parent. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughters. It would probably be so much easygoing if we had Logos as well. Daughters were ... capricious.

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

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

"Fuck her !"

"Yes, Mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, picket soma of Lucy."She 's teased me enough."

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her second joint and showing off that shaved pussycat, her slit still pure tight."I need that big, black dick in me, Bakiir. It was torture for me, too, always sucking but never getting to know it in my pussy."

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

"punch my ass and fingerbreadth my cunt while I watch,"I purred.

"Yes, schoolmistress,"he groaned.

I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's thighs. He shoved her legs further apart, almost making her do the splits. But she was a supple female child. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That turncock was amazing. Her pale hands grasped his thick, ebony cinch, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her trunk. Her ivory build shuddered, her puss mouth stretching so obscenely wide to take that girth. Her moans of joy made my tenderness cadence so fast. It was so rattling to give my sexual love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his mesomorphic ass clenching as he drove his pecker over and over into my lover 's pussy."Such a tight cunt. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

My puss dripped juices down my second joint as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his barbate impertinence rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my SOB, his spit swirling around while his strong mitt slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my snatch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my flexure, making me shudder in vestal delight. Then two thick fingers penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them hard as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty class, ramming his cock so cryptical into her pussy over and over."Just turn me."

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my articulatio coxae swiveling, loving Issanik 's tongue lapping at my bunghole, his organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a slavish man.

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

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my lovely Lucy writhe beneath the dark 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 chop again, trembling and groaning. My pussy drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my asshole delighting in his tongue. My eyes were so hot as they watched my slave and buff fuck.

"call for it, you small whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. Take it in your tight cunt."

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

I shuddered then gasped as Issanik 's glossa penetrated my asshole. He jammed it into my bowel and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so operose on his fingers, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's grueling balls thwacked over and over into my striver, so full of his cum. I licked my chopper again, staring at them. A hot chill ran through my consistency. My SOB 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 estimation if she even heard what I said, so misplace to her pleasure.

juice gushed out of her snatch, squirting along his turncock. She bucked so violently beneath his masses. She was so tiny, so frail, so innocent beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his mightily thrusts. She took his shaft without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

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

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in utter delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seminal fluid firing into my slit just this morning, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his germ through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

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

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

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

"Yes ... schoolma'am,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will micturate for certain you get the choicest deletion of meat for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread across-the-board, her slit gaping opened, the tight sealing wax ruined. Cum dribbled out, duncish and salty. Its scent filled the air, ruffle with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism last Night, you may fuck my ass while I lap my hard worker clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

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

I stretched out on my hired man and articulatio genus, crawling towards her. The olfactory property of dessert pussy and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my pugnacious natural language through her crimp. She squealed in delight, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the toothsome mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her hands sliding up to her small chest, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Issanik mounted the bed. The eager slave spread apart my butt-cheeks, my whoreson polished with his spit, ready for his cock. He placed that thick girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he finger like in my asshole—but he would still make me fink as I lapped up all the luscious cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a oink, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a hard shaft rammed hard into my bowel. Balls smacked into my contamination while his fork slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole combustion around his rooster. Heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

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

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

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

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her soundbox bucking as my long, duncish tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussy. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my spit could get to only one-half as deep into her sweet depth. It was so wonderful to find so much of her pussy paries about my tongue, to feel her squirm and gasp and groan, shuddering in delectation as I lapped at her.

And there was so much of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depths. I savored it, gathering out the delicious jizz seasoned with her sweetness pick while Issanik plowed my prick hard, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

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

"My middle,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my rough lingua bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy titmouse and shrivelled puss, I love you !"

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

"I love you so often !"she howled, grinding against my gun muzzle, my hairsbreadth rubbing on her hot thighs.

succus dripped down my thigh, my slit growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my bowel, sparked by my slave 's keen hammer, rushed towards my pussy. An infernal region roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged rapture through me.

My gut writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his dick so deep and concentrated into my motherfucker. Sir Thomas More and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my glossa lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

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

"My warmheartedness !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sugariness flood of her pussy emollient as my sexual climax rippled over and over through my body. My dickhead spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting peter. My knuckle down grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the profundity of my bowels. Hot and powerful blasts splashing against my bunghole 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a treasure,"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 cervix. Not hard. I did n't penetrate her skin, but I could feel her pulse. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could kill her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not be intimate her back ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my kitty as he knelt before me in the dungeon."Eat my slit. You were such a juicy striver. Fucking Kushini."

Never judgment I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the third time in the death two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, rumor buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The early princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfective cover.

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

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh welts puckering across his all-inclusive back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony human face between my brownness thighs. He was so firm. He could break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy salvo into the room."My sum !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My Logos trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her lover had canceled their tryst. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the hard worker of others in the imperial folk to learn secrets and unfold my own disinformation.

Konayveh was Queen Adroyna 's favored boy toy, the captain of her bodyguard."What happened ?"

"Queen Adroyna is dead,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her striver. Konayveh said her heart gave out."

I smiled at the intelligence of my grandmother 's end. Everything would change. And that imply opportunity."We need to ca-ca plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with pussy juice. warmth surged through me. The real number fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...