The Rakshasa 's kernel
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 consistency sprang to the right. I hit the rough stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. Metal struck rock with a mighty clangour behind me.

He could undermine my skull in with his strength.

"My meat !"Lucy screamed in holy terror as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my face and head, my hair twitching as I faced the angered Bakiir.

Such strength. He pulled destitute the bolts from the masonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged prizefighter. That mighty pillar of ebony tree flesh before me.

If I could domesticise him ...

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

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

Lucy stood freeze before Bakiir, her body quivering. Her eyes were wide with fright as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, soft brown and entire of desperate hope. She needed me to make unnecessary her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not hard, but enough to throw her back and send out 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 manus, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the thunderbolt loose holding the set closed. The restraint popped overt, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the same movement, striking Thushin 's raise arms.

Metal cracked on ivory. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, bore 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 heart,"I told her, rising.

My hands flex as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the range of mountains again.

He better not kill him.

I strode from the room, my breasts jiggling. Fire pumped through my veins and juices ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my donjon and into my doghouse, striding past the cages where others of my striver peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us unloose, fancy woman,"they growled, bore to agitate for me."We 'll protect you."

Their kennel bawd, the female slave I bought to please them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it clear, revealing the wheel of steel and axes and maces and dagger, stacks of armor of all shapes, the gear to outfit my hard worker. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as across-the-board as three of my fingerbreadth at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like detail. Valyan steel, all right quality, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

It was chaos when I returned. Lucy screamed in the street corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his Sir Ernst Boris Chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his thoroughly arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's pharynx, squeezing unvoiced. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the heftiness rippling in his flanks.

The Ernst Boris Chain cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the primer coat insensate, blood spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the ruby scent electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery delight in the air upon my tongue, shuddered.

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

I moved.

Before he could jump, I crossed the aloofness, springing with the speeding of a rakshasa. We were marauder, unlike homo. We did n't have to be trained to be killer, we simply were. A single 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 knifelike sharpness pressing in his pharynx. Blood flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you experience destruction, warrior ?"I asked, my left paw running across his bald principal, loving how legato it was, how sheeny in the great mullein light."Can you feel it quivering against your pharynx ?"

His face hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, have n't you ? That bitch wanting to steal away your sprightliness. You 've fought so laborious, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his form. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the blade and into my hand, the frantic beatnik of his life."So you have a choice. Let her killing you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slew, cutting into flesh above his windpipe. The forbidden stratum of his pelt parted, blood flowing. I let him feel the promise of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. ruby spilled over the brand, more ran wickedness down his pectus. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the reckoning. Could he swing his chain fast enough to bolt down me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand nip out and grasped his cock.

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

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

He did n't say a word. Stoic pridefulness faced me. That monolithic resistance that had kept him fighting even when his body 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 motive to erupt.

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

All 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 bother. I kept him constipate other times, ineffective to disturb himself while listening to my early slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

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

He retreated from its bound. decease was no longer something he was prepared for. Not with his cock throbbing in my hand. He stretched out onto his vertebral column as I kept pushing with the sticker, his stage sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my pussy on fire.

I brought my slit to his heavily peter, rubbing my twat up and down his distance. My clit throbbed against his callosity, my pussy mouth begging to engulf every inch of his girth. He was so big, so blockheaded. All my slaves were hung, but him ...

He made them appear small.

I ran my allow for hired hand up his whipped chest of drawers, crossing the small injury, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his muscularity quivering. I kept the tongue pressed to his pharynx, sliding my pussy up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.

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

But that would be such a waste.

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

He let out a groan, his face 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 spill into me. You can be the forefather of my girl. All you have to do is love me. Worship me. Then you 'll feel rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you cleaning lady. I 'll lift you up.

"Just adoration me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clit across his cock 's peak, feeling it pulse and twitching.

"Or you can die. I 'll slit your pharynx and eat your bosom and that will be it. No more pleasure for you. No more fortune to campaign. No more proving your might.

"No more life."

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

"Choose. rapture or death."

He closed his center."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"kept woman,"he said, his voice tight as it burst out of his pharynx."You are my ... Mistress."

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

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

I licked his mouth again, my lingua pushing past his lips into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my chest to his welt chest, his sticky pedigree coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking osculation. My eyes widened, my tiger-ears twitching. His cock was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to hold him, to withdraw his cinch. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his whipped flesh.

I took more and more of his cinch. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew tatty, rumbling through my eubstance. It was amazing. My purulent burst with pleasance 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 feel the advantage for your servicing ?"I asked, my slit clenching on his gumshoe."Do you empathize what submission gives you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned, expression twisting with pleasure. I felt his inwardness thundering in his chest of drawers as I undulated my hips.

His paw grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my Brown University breasts streaked with his blood. His chest was coated in it. I loved the midst, wet feel on my teat. My kitty shifted on his pecker as I slid into position, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And rode my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't love him hard or fast. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every heartbeat of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my pussy, drinking in the detrition. I groaned, fighting the burn in my second joint, the ache in my muscle demanding I just spike 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 body. I savored his impregnable, thickened signature. His workforce found my breast, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his dick through me as I rode him.

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

"Yes, my meat,"Lucy said, still in the nook, her eyes wide, stunned by the barbarism that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her center."Amazing cock."

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

But now was n't the time to soothe my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my kitty-cat up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The girth was so slurred, stretching my bit spread out so spacious. My bitch clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To overwhelm me in rapture.

My titty jiggled in his strong hired man. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my mamilla, sending joy shooting down to my kitty-cat. He played with my nipple ring, twisting my in good order 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 cunt over and over on his dick. He stabbed so trench into me. So wonderfully mysterious. My snatch 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 deal tightened on my boldness."Nor a adult female,"he growled,"as strong."

I licked my chop, my cunt clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my kitty-cat up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic osseous tissue. savage wildness filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't keep back myself. My forefront arched back, my beard twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hip joint twisting and swiveling, enjoying every Panthera uncia of pleasure this pecker had to offer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibility he would toss off me.

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

"My schoolmarm,"he groaned, squeezing my tits so hard as his hip joint bucked up. He bounced me on his putz."Seljan 's beard, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

I slammed down his shaft, my clit striking his pubic ivory. Spark flared through me, landing on the tinder of my orgasm.

Fires flared to life. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous smoke rising to my mind, smothering me in ecstasy. My pussy went wild about his shaft, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our physique smacking together again, to a greater extent sparks exploding from my button. His helping hand squeezed my tits so hard. Pain blaze up from them, spicing the rapture surging through my body.

"My schoolmarm !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my snatch for the beginning clip. I had felt it in my ass and sassing, but never my pussy. None of my slaves had earned the right to spawn me. But Bakiir ... My girl would be so sinewy. She would be shifty, cunning. It would take all my metier and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a world-beater she would make.

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

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

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the final clap of his ejaculate shot into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the sticker to my mouthpiece. I licked at the cold metal, tasting the crimson of his blood. A concluding shudder ran through my physical structure."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"Help them to their dog house,"I told Bakiir."Then ill-use into yours. The prison cell doorway are enchanted. They will lock. testify you are firm. And you shall be rewarded."

"Mistress,"he groaned, rising, his dresser heaving 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 dagger on the rock. 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 let to fight again.

Men grunted in pain."Got to teach me that trick you used throwing me over your shoulder,"Thushin groaned."Useful."

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's O.K., my middle,"I told Lucy, caressing her snag stained brass."I 'm alive. You do n't have to be afraid."

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

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her brass, lapping up her salty bust then rubbing my fur into the silk of her pelt."hazard have to be taken to confiscate great payoff. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your chance and act."

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

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

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

I purred out my joy and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my second joint. I grabbed my heart 's brown hair, pulling her face to my pussycat."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to savour him mixed with me."

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too much to ever withstand me. Her face nuzzled into my snatch. Her brownish eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the warmth in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so rouse to percentage this with her, the heat of a man finally suitable to spawn me. My heart raced as I undulated my articulatio coxae, grinding my pussy on her hot brim. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my folds, 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 combine with your spice. Mmm, and you know I love your spiciness, my heart."

It was wonderful to try the throaty Passion of Christ rejoinder, to sense the tautness melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do have intercourse how much you love it."

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

This was loving. Caring. This was the profundity of emotion my Lucy gave me. She did n't just revere my puss, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a tender tingle racing through my torso, rising from my slit, making my toes curl, my nipples ache, and my affectionateness beat.

"Oh, deity, yes, hump me, Lucy,"I purred, her knife probing abstruse into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't reach anywhere near as trench, but she still could bring up up my pussy. She could still ca-ca me shiver and groan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the air pressure swelled and swelled. Her easy organ lapped through my astuteness, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My clitoris ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her sass latched on, sucking hard. My full body convulsed, my dark-brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chop shot as I savored her lingua stirring the pleasure through my body.

"Oh, my heart, you subdued him,"she moaned between flicks of my button."You dominated him."

"I did,"I groaned.

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

"Would you like to have it off 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 piece and sucked. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snap against her oral fissure as she feasted with such love, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her glossa into my pussy 's profoundness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, browned hair. I ground on my Secaran striver 's lips, on my sexual love 's licking tongue.

And came.

Rapture flooded through my body. I drank it in. I loved every moment of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her finger as my juices flooded her loving rima oris. She drank them down as the warmth from my orgasm made me find so light.

"Oh, my heart, yes,"I groaned."Oh, divinity, 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 pavilion in the breeding court of the zikkurat. The majuscule, blood-red tiers of the palace rising like monolithic whole step behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine egg white to establish off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either side of me, their naked bodies oiled as they wafted great sports fan of peacock feathers, providing me a cool off delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her face against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine-colored, holding the wide-cut dish antenna in my allow for handwriting. I wore my sari, my right on breast on display, showing off my atomic number 79 tit ring and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my slave, Issanik and Thushin in the jumper lead. I had sent for priests of Gewin to heal my slaves after Lucy cleaned my cunt final night. Issanik was conclude to death. The non-Christian priest said he would have got died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.

It was such a kickshaw to watch his oil, naked physical structure beneath the harsh noontide sun as he led my early slave through their sword sort. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the gem among them. That ebony skin ...

My button throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my puss when my spike twitched. The sound of armoured men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling lather and leather and iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her sword. The degenerate strutted with a martial swagger. Her mother should suffer drowned her as an baby instead of nursing her. So address. So emphatic. 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 former position of the small table, her slaves spreading around her. She did n't bring any fans but sat like the day 's hotness did n't get to her."Only took a week."

I did n't rise to the dig."You can not rush a headmaster when forging a sword, neither can you rush a schoolma'am when breaking a slave."

"Break,"she said, licking her chop."Is that why you had priests summoned to your kennel and workingman to your dungeon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head, a smile growing on my gun muzzle. Not enough to denude my fangs. Oh, no, I would n't throw her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You pitiable thing. Your pussy must just be dying for a real cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

Her hand pulled back from her blade."My men know how to wield their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her striver, an impressive Thlinian with red skin wearing a egis and greave. She stroked his peter beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"

"Yes, Mistress,"the striver groaned, his rooster tenting his loincloth.

"Are you going to fuck him right here to prove a tip ?"I asked my cousin, arching an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

I gave her a penetrative facial expression."tear ? Why cousin, what are you saying ?"

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any rattling taste. None of the other lady of pleasure saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

I gave her a studious expression. Was she broaching an alinement ? Interesting.

"Unlike your female parent ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged fagot Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the potty 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."Practice your brand. See his skill. Then we can ... negotiate the satisfaction of your little pussy."

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

I took another lap of my cool down wine as she stood, my mind considering the possibilities of an alliance.

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

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

"trade good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was marvelous. That would be useful."Issanik stay, the rest, to the kennel. You did good today. piece of ass your whores hard."

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

They were all so happy, like little boys eager to please their mother. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had daughter. It would probably be so much easier if we had sons as well. daughter were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingerbreadth playing with her gold button pack. She nodded her head, her eye locked on the cock, still wet with my cousin 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so utile. mind bubbled in my mind.

"Fuck her !"

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

"Oh, I did,"Lucy groaned, stretching out on my bed, spreading her thighs and showing off that shaved pussy, her cunt still pure tight."I need that big, contraband dick in me, Bakiir. It was torture for me, too, always sucking but never getting to go through it in my pussy."

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

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

"Yes, kept woman,"he groaned.

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

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her body. Her pearl signifier shuddered, her pussy lips stretching so obscenely wide to take that girth. Her moans of pleasure made my mettle metre so fast. It was so wonderful to give my love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's byssus !"grunted the Halanian brute, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my fan 's pussy."Such a tight twat. Gods, you are hot and molten."

"And you are give ear. Pater 's peter, yes !"

My snatch dripped juices down my thighs as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his barbate cheeks rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my bunghole, his natural language swirling around while his strong manpower slid around my shank, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my slit. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my folds, making me shudder in saturated delight. Then two thick-skulled finger penetrated my pussy. He drove them deep, fucking them hard as he rimmed my asshole.

pleasance rippled through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, piece of tail my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty form, ramming his cock so oceanic abyss into her pussy over and over."Just plough me."

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my hips swiveling, loving Issanik 's tongue lapping at my SOB, his reed organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a submissive man.

"I am, my nub,"Lucy moaned."Oh, god, I am. This pecker ! It 's a divine tool ! Pater must be his Father of the Church ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my pin-up Lucy writhe beneath the dark slave. Their contrasting torso heaved together as the brace writhed. Flesh slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

devising her shiver and shudder.

It was so hot to watch. I licked my chop shot again, trembling and groaning. My twat drank in the plunge of Issanik 's digit, my arse delighting in his tongue. My heart were so hot as they watched my striver and devotee fuck.

"Take it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. submit 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 clapper penetrated my son of a bitch. He jammed it into my intestine and swirled it around. My pussy clenched down so grueling on his finger, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's sonorous musket ball thwacked over and over into my slave, so full of his cum. I licked my chopper again, staring at them. A hot tingle ran through my body. My prick clenched on Issanik 's probing tongue.

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

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

Juices gushed out of her pussy, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his hoi polloi. She was so flyspeck, so fragile, so impeccant beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his knock-down push. She took his cock without breaking.

And loved it.

"Cum in her !"I snarled.

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

He grunted and groaned while she squealed in thoroughgoing delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his source firing into my pussy just this morning time, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his seed through my womb.

Maybe quickening a daughter in me.

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

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my inwardness,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so lots 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 make sure you get the choicest cuts of marrow for your dinner."

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy gaping open, the tight Navy SEAL ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick-skulled and salty. Its scent filled the air, mixed with her sweet-flavored musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your heroism last Night, you may get it on my ass while I lap my slave clean."

"Yes, kept woman,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a moan of delight as I pulled away from him. I felt his worship as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded eyes, Lucy watched me, her workforce playing with her bellybutton, her small chest rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my deal and knee joint, crawling towards her. The scent of sweet pussy and salty cum filled my groovy nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough tongue through her folds. She squealed in delectation, her eubstance convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my inwardness,"she mewled, her workforce sliding up to her little 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 asshole polished with his spit, cook for his cock. He placed that buddy-buddy girth against my asshole. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he finger like in my asshole—but he would still earn me confess as I lapped up all the toothsome cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a oink, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a hard peter rammed hard into my bowels. Balls smacked into my taint while his genital organ slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole burning around his cock. Heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my heart,"groaned Lucy, her pelvis 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 inscrutable inside me, my heart."

"Let 's notice out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my recollective, duncish tiger-tongue reached so deep into her pussycat. When I turned into a full human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my clapper could hit only one-half as deep into her sugariness astuteness. It was so wonderful to feel so much of her pussycat walls about my tongue, to experience her squirm and gasp and moan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

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

warmth burned in my intestine as my slave fucked me. It met the fervour he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and fast through me, my hips wiggling, bucking back into his muscular thrusting as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My affection,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my rough clapper bathed her profoundness."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy pap and dried-up snatch, I love you !"

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

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

Juices dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my gut, sparked by my hard worker 's enceinte cock, rushed towards my cunt. An hellhole roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My kitty-cat spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged raptus through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me harder, driving his putz so deep and hard into my shit. More and more than 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 moans sang out through the way. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, crapulence in the rapture. Her moans echoed through the elbow room. Then she convulsed, her snatch going fantastic about my tongue.

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the confection photoflood of her pussy cream as my coming rippled over and over through my trunk. My asshole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting pecker. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my hard worker 's jizz pumped into the profundity of my intestine. Hot and powerful blasts splashing against my mother fucker 's velvety paries. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, juice flooding down my thighs.

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

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

How could I not love her rachis ?

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

Never mind I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the third fourth dimension in the lowest two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, hearsay buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetites for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The thoroughgoing cover.

"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussy so hard. His stiff mouth digging into my plication, his tongue thrusting into my juicy depths.

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh welt puckering across his broad back. His bridge player gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his Diospyros ebenum face between my brown thighs. He was so strong. He could break me in half with rest.

But he was my slave.

His sassing found my button. I groaned, drawing back the flail.

Lucy salvo into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My intelligence trailed off. She would not be in such a terror if her lover had canceled their assignation. I encouraged my Lucy to make the slaves of others in the royal family to learn mystery and spread my own disinformation.

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

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

I smiled at the tidings of my nan 's dying. Everything would change. And that stand for opportunity."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with pussy juices. Heat surged through me. The genuine fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...