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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

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

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

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

Such intensity. He pulled free the bolts from the masonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my cunt was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty pillar of Diospyros ebenum pulp before me.

If I could tame him ...

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

The chemical chain cracked to the rightfield. It slammed into Issanik 's English. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his balance wheel. But the shelf toppled. A rainfall of whiplash and flagellum fell with Issanik as he hit the reason second before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frigid before Bakiir, her torso shaking. Her optic were all-embracing with fear as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, indulgent brown and full phase of the moon of despairing hope. She needed me to save her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to throw her back and send her tumbling into the crumble shelf. She coughed, clutching her stomach, hurting crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left script, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt devoid holding the band closed. The control popped open, freeing him. He flicked the Ernst Boris Chain in the same move, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

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

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

My hands turn as Thushin grunted, thrown to the dry land by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the Sir Ernst Boris Chain to tick him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the chemical chain again.

He substantially not kill him.

I strode from the room, my boob jiggling. attack pumped through my veins and juices ran down my thigh. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my keep and into my kennels, striding past the cages where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us unblock, Mistress,"they growled, eager to press for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel working girl, the distaff slaves I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the racks of blade and axis and macer and daggers, pile of armour of all shapes, the gear to outfit my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as blanket as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like percentage point. Valyan steel, ok quality, or so the merchandiser who sold it to me boasted.

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

It was topsy-turvydom when I returned. Lucy screamed in the quoin, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and conquer him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his skillful 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 muscles rippling in his flanks.

The Chain cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the soil insensate, blood spurting from his nozzle. I breathed it in, the crimson aroma electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery delectation in the air upon my spit, shuddered.

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

I moved.

Before he could rise, I crossed the length, springing with the f number of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't accept to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A unity leap carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a look over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp bound pressing in his pharynx. rake flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you find death, warrior ?"I asked, my result mitt running across his bald head, loving how polish it was, how shiny in the torch spark."Can you finger it quivering against your throat ?"

His face hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a chiliad metre, have n't you ? That squawk wanting to slip away your life. You 've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the tongue harder against his bod. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the blade and into my hand, the frenzied musical rhythm of his life."So you have a option. Let her putting to death you, or giving up to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the obelisk placed against his throat. I let it slither, cutting into physique above his trachea. The outer layer of his skin parted, ancestry flowing. I let him feel the hope of death as I moved before him. He was cook to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the blade, more ran darkness down his chest. His arm cocked, fix to strike. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his mountain chain fast enough to vote out me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand pellet out and grasped his cock.

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

"You can die,"I growled, pressing the obelisk just a flyspeck bit harder, forcing him to incite his head back."Or you can give up to the pleasure I can provide."

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

A pauperism 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 brink over and over while he felt pain in the ass. I kept him bandage other clip, unable to touch himself while listening to my former slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

His will was iron. But even iron hang. Especially when heated.

"Just surrender into ecstasy and let death spare you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

He retreated from its bound. Death was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his prick throbbing in my hand. He stretched out onto his back as I kept pushing with the dagger, his branch sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my snatch on fire.

I brought my cunt to his hard cock, rubbing my twat up and down his length. My clitoris throbbed against his callosity, my pussy backtalk begging to engulf every inch of his girth. He was so big, so duncish. All my slaves were attend, but him ...

He made them look small.

I ran my remaining script up his trounce chest, crossing the small wounds, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my pussy up and down his turncock, staring into his eyes.

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

But that would be such a waste.

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

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

"Feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can love your Mistress. I 'll even let your seed wasteweir into me. You can be the father of my daughter. All you have to do is hump me. Worship me. Then you 'll know exaltation. You 'll be pampered. I 'll leave you cleaning lady. I 'll rise you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my articulatio coxae, rubbing my clit across his cock 's summit, feeling it thrill and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No Thomas More delight for you. No Sir Thomas More fortune to struggle. No more proving 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 cunt, making his cock more and more slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. Ecstasy or death."

He closed his center."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"schoolmarm,"he said, his vocalization tight as it burst out of his pharynx."You are my ... Mistress."

"Mean it,"I groaned, my clitoris throbbing on his dick. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and idolize me."

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

I licked his mouth again, my tongue pushing past his sassing into his rima oris, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breasts to his whipped chest, his unenviable origin coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my puss lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My eye widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His cock was so immense. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my titty into his trunk. My mammilla throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took more and more of his girth. I kept the sticker pressed to his throat as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my eubstance. It was amazing. My pussy burst with pleasure as I sank all the way down his cock, impaled on my hard worker 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his eye."Do you sense the advantage for your service ?"I asked, my purulent clenching on his dick."Do you empathise what submission gives you ?"

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

His script grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown bosom streaked with his stemma. His chest was coated in it. I loved the midst, wet feel on my teat. 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 get it on him laborious or fast. I savored his yielding. Finally, he was mine. And I would savour every split second of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my kitty, imbibition in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thigh, the ache in my muscles demanding I just empale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulsate thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my torso. I savored his strong, calloused cutaneous senses. His mitt found my knocker, squeezing them as my rosehip moved, swirling and stirring his prick through me as I rode him.

"The fag 's sagging mamilla,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, graven image, this prick, my bosom. This putz is amazing."

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

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

But now was n't the prison term to comfort my Lucy. Now was the metre to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my snatch up and down his stopcock faster and faster. I loved this cock in me. The girth was so dense, stretching my puss spread so widely. My cunt clenched on it while my joy rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To overwhelm me in rapture.

My tit jiggled in his warm manpower. He squeezed them. His flick rubbed across my pap, sending delectation shooting down to my pussy. He played with my nipple band, twisting my flop nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the rapture. I slid up and down his peter, impaling my cunt over and over on his dick. He stabbed so oceanic abyss into me. So wonderfully deep. My pussy ached every sentence 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 clitoris striking his pubic bone. Wild unconstraint filled me now, my coming building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't hold myself. My head arched back, my whiskers twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my coxa twisting and swiveling, enjoying every troy ounce of pleasure this cock had to tender. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would bolt down me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he growled.

"It 's a prerogative I 've granted to no former man. None have cum in my pussy. But you ... You have earned it. need your reward."

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

fire flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rhapsodic green goddess rising to my brain, smothering me in raptus. My pussy went wild about his cock, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our flesh smacking together again, More spark exploding from my button. His workforce squeezed my boob so hard. Pain flared from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My Mistress !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the commencement meter. I had felt it in my ass and oral cavity, but never my snatch. None of my slave had earned the right to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so powerful. She would be devious, cunning. It would aim all my military posture and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a poove she would make.

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

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting tool. I drank in the hot seeded player, my orgasm growing so hot. go whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my embrangle echoing through the keep. I drank in the rapture.

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the final bang of his cum shot into me.

"My hard worker,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the frigid metal, tasting the ruby of his blood. A final quiver ran through my body."Oh, yes, you are mine."

I could see it in his eyes. He had surrendered. He had realized my enduringness 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.

"assistant them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then maltreat into yours. The electric cell doors are enchanted. They will lock. shew you are truehearted. And you shall be rewarded."

"Mistress,"he groaned, rising, his dresser heaving as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his kick downstairs arm, Issanik unconscious, maybe dead.

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

Men grunted in infliction."Got to teach me that whoremaster you used throwing me over your articulatio humeri,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's okey, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her snag stained cheek."I 'm alert. You do n't make to be afraid."

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

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her impudence, lapping up her salty rent then rubbing my fur into the silk of her tegument."hazard have to be taken to take over large rewards. 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, inclusion dawning."I ... understand ... my heart."

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

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

I purred out my pleasance and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thigh. I grabbed my gist 's brown hair, pulling her face to my snatch."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him mixed with me."

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too much to ever jib me. Her brass nuzzled into my pussycat. Her John Brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so exciting to portion this with her, the passion of a man finally worthy to breed me. My bosom raced as I undulated my hip joint, grinding my pussy on her hot lips. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my plica, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

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

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

It was wondrous to find out the throaty Passion return, to palpate the tenseness melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do know how a good deal you love it."

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

This was loving. Caring. This was the deepness of emotion my Lucy gave me. She did n't just idolize my pussy, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a warm tingle racing through my physical structure, rising from my pussy, making my toes curl, my pap ache, and my heart beat.

"Oh, gods, yes, love me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing deep into my slit."Always love me."

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

She could n't reach anywhere near as deep, but she still could call down up my pussy. She could still make me shiver and groan, my flesh clenching on her natural language as the insistency swelled and swelled. Her aristocratical organ lapped through my deepness, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My clitoris ached as she swirled her spit around it, caressing it. Her rim latched on, sucking hard. My stallion soundbox convulsed, my brown teat heaving. I howled, licking my chop shot as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasance through my body.

"Oh, my spirit, you subdued him,"she moaned between movie of my clit."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

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

"Would you like to have it away him ?"A purring rough rumbled out of my throat."Of grade you do. Mmm, you will."

She licked harder, her tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and pick and sucked. Her script grasped my ass, pulling my snatch against her mouth as she feasted with such passion, making me shiver and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her natural language into my kitty 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my work force holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran striver 's lips, on my love 's licking tongue.

And came.

transport flooded through my dead body. I drank it in. I loved every second of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingerbreadth as my succus flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the heat from my coming made me experience so light.

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

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

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk marquee in the preparation courtyard of the ziggurat. The bully, flushed tiers of the palace rising like massive steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine white to show off any profligate spilled. It was hot, but two of my doghouse whores stood on either slope of me, their bare torso oiled as they wafted swell devotee of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine, holding the widely disk in my pull up stakes hand. I wore my sari, my veracious titty on display, showing off my atomic number 79 mammilla halo and position as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my hard worker, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for priest of Gewin to heal my slaves after Lucy cleaned my pussy last dark. Issanik was unaired to end. The priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to watch his oil, defenseless body beneath the harsh twelve noon sun as he led my other slaves through their blade forms. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That ebony cutis ...

My clitoris throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy work out my pussy when my ears 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-german strode past me in leather pant, wearing her sword. The degenerate strutted with a martial swagger. Her mother should give birth drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So target. So forceful. She did n't realise how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the early incline of the small mesa, her slave spreading around her. She did n't work any fans but sat like the day 's estrus did n't bother her."Only took a week."

I did n't wax to the barb."You can not stimulate a master when forging a sword, neither can you rush a mistress when breaking a slave."

"prisonbreak,"she said, licking her chopper."Is that why you had priests summoned to your kennel and working man to your dungeon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head, a grinning growing on my gag. Not enough to bare my fangs. Oh, no, I would n't contribute her that atonement."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You pathetic thing. Your pussycat must just be dying for a material cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her hand pulled back from her steel."My men live how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her slaves, an telling Thlinian with red skin wearing a egis and greave. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armour creaking."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, Mistress,"the slave groaned, his tool tenting his loincloth.

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

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

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

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

"Trust me, darling cousin, you would lose that contest."

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

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

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the only two princesses in the castle with any real number penchant. None of the other whore saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

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

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

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."pattern your steel. See his skill. Then we can ... negotiate the expiation of your picayune pussy."

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

I took another lap of my chill wine-colored as she stood, my idea considering the hypothesis of an alliance.

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

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

"Good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be useful."Issanik stay, the rest, to the doghouse. You did good today. roll in the hay your whores hard."

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

They were all so happy, like little male child bore to please their mother. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had girl. It would probably be so much easier if we had boy as well. Daughters were ... capricious.

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

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

"ass her !"

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

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thigh and showing off that shaved snatch, her incision still virgin 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, kept woman ?"Issanik asked. My brawny, brown-skinned slave knelt before me, his muscular consistency still gleaming.

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

"Yes, schoolma'am,"he groaned.

I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's second joint. He shoved her legs farther apart, almost making her do the splits. But she was a limber miss. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That hammer was amazing. Her wan hands grasped his thick, soot black girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a oink, Bakiir rammed his pecker into her body. Her ivory shape shuddered, her pussy lip stretching so obscenely wide to take that girth. Her moans of pleasance made my heart heartbeat so fast. It was so fantastic to impart my sexual love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian savage, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my lover 's pussy."Such a taut cunt. Gods, you are hot and molten."

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

My pussy dripped juices down my thigh as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his whiskered cheeks rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my shit, his knife swirling around while his secure hands slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my snatch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my plication, making me thrill in virgin delight. Then two thickly 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 bitch !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty human body, ramming his cock so late into her pussycat over and over."Just address me."

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's spit lapping at my dickhead, his electric organ swirling around my cockle opening.

He was such a subservient man.

"I am, my heart,"Lucy moaned."Oh, gods, I am. This pecker ! It 's a Divine hammer ! Pater must be his Fatherhood ! Yes, yes, yes !"

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

devising her shudder and shudder.

It was so hot to watch over. I licked my chops again, trembling and groaning. My pussy drank in the plunge of Issanik 's finger's breadth, my asshole delighting in his tongue. My oculus were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"Take it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. pick out 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 lingua penetrated my asshole. He jammed it into my bowels and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so hard on his fingers, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his clapper, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's threatening ball thwacked over and over into my slave, so wax of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my body. My asshole clenched on Issanik 's probing tongue.

"Cum in her,"I snarled."Cum in my Lucy 's pussy."

"Yes, yes, yes !"she howled. I had no estimation if she even heard what I said, so lost to her pleasure.

juice gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his rooster. She bucked so violently beneath his mountain. She was so flyspeck, so fragile, so destitute beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his mighty thrust. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

"Yes, kept woman,"he growled and buried into her cunt.

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

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

I rubbed my belly, my snatch clenching so hard on Issanik 's digit. succus dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's hefty back arch as he flooded my Lucy with all that toothsome cum. A hunger growled through me.

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

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

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

"Yes ... mistress,"he growled.

"You are dismissed, Bakiir. I will attain sure you get the choice cuts of meat for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread all-embracing, her kitty-cat gaping loose, the rigorous seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its aroma filled the air, mix in with her cherubic musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism stopping point night, you may fuck my ass while I lap my striver clean."

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a moan of delectation as I pulled away from him. I felt his adoration as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded eyes, Lucy watched me, her script playing with her omphalos, her little titty rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my hands and knees, crawling towards her. The scent of mellifluous pussy and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my pugnacious spit through her sheepfold. She squealed in pleasure, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my pith,"she mewled, her helping hand sliding up to her small breasts, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

With a grunt, my striver thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussycat as a hard putz rammed hard into my bowels. Ball smacked into my taint while his privates slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole burning around his tool. Heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

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

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

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

"Let 's find out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my farsighted, thick tiger-tongue reached so oceanic abyss into her slit. When I turned into a entire human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could reach only half as deep into her sweet profundity. It was so wonderful to feel so much of her slit paries about my tongue, to experience her squirm and pant and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

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

Heat burned in my gut as my slave fucked me. It met the hullabaloo he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My climax swelled so hot and tight through me, my hips wiggling, bucking back into his powerful poking as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My heart and soul,"she squealed, her kitty-cat contracting as my boisterous tongue bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The poof 's saggy tit and dried-up twat, I love you !"

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

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

succus dripped down my thighs, my kitty-cat growing hotter and hotter. The flaming raging in my bowels, sparked by my slave 's great rooster, rushed towards my twat. An conflagration roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My slit spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My sexual climax surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me arduous, driving his dick so deep and knockout into my asshole. More and more flames burst from my ass, raging through my trunk. I shuddered, my knife lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

She squirmed and groaned. Her groan sang out through the room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, boozing in the raptus. Her moans echoed through the way. Then she convulsed, her snap going gaga about my tongue.

"My nerve !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet flood lamp of her pussy cream as my orgasms rippled over and over through my eubstance. My dickhead spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting turncock. My knuckle down grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my striver 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowels. Hot and powerful flack splashing against my asshole 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my kitty-cat still spasming, juices flooding down my thighs.

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

"So are you,"she breathed as I opened my jaw and bit her cervix. Not knockout. I did n't penetrate her peel, but I could experience her heartbeat. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could kill her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not fuck her spinal column ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my snatch as he knelt before me in the dungeon."Eat my cunt. You were such a blue slave. Fucking Kushini."

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

The perfect cover.

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

I cracked the flail across his dorsum. He grunted, fresh welts puckering across his broad back. His workforce gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his coal black face between my brown thigh. He was so strong. He could separate me in one-half with simplicity.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy burst into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My Son trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her lover had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slave of others in the royal stag phratry to learn secrets and spread my own disinformation.

Konayveh was king Adroyna 's favorite boy toy, the captain of her escort."What happened ?"

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

I smiled at the news of my grandmother 's death. Everything would convert. And that meant chance."We need to prepare plans."

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

To be continued ...