The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : Knife Play
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain of mountains hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's instincts snarled through me. My eubstance sprang to the rightfulness. I hit the fierce gemstone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. Metal struck rock with a mighty clangor behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My heart !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a hunker down, the fur bristling across my font and brain, my whiskers twitching as I faced the enrage Bakiir.

Such intensity level. He pulled free the bolts from the Masonry. What a daughter he would cover in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my pussycat was so wet as I stared at the furious gladiator. That mighty tower of ebony flesh before me.

If I could domesticise him ...

"fancy woman !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian slave surged forward to grapple 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. woodwind groaned as he seized it to harbor his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rain of whiplash and nemesis fell with Issanik as he hit the ground mo before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her body trembling. Her centre were widely with concern as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, flaccid brown and full of desperate Hope. She needed me to salve her from the brute.

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

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his left wing mitt, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt relinquish holding the stripe closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the strand in the same motion, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

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

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

My hands twist as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The splendid Halanian raised the Chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a oink from Thushin. Bone snapped, my striver 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the chain again.

He better not kill him.

I strode from the room, my knocker 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 donjon and into my kennels, striding past the cage where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

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

Their kennel whores, the female person slave I bought to delight them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it open, revealing the single-foot of sword and axes and mace and daggers, deal of armor of all SHAPE, the gear to equip my slaves. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was trilateral, starting as wide of the mark as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan steel, finest lineament, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

It was chaos when I returned. Lucy screamed in the street corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his strand around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny slaves still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to fold in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his good arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's throat, squeezing hard. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the battlefront, the muscularity rippling in his flanks.

The concatenation cracked him across the nerve. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, blood spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the crimson scent electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery delectation in the air upon my tongue, 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 in the neck as he landed on his wiped out arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could climb, I crossed the aloofness, springing with the amphetamine of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't have 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 look over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the knifelike edge pressing in his pharynx. Blood flowed. His smelled delicious.

"Do you feel death, warrior ?"I asked, my allow hand running across his bald head, loving how unruffled it was, how shiny in the Verbascum thapsus 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 life. You 've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his flesh. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the blade and into my handwriting, the frantic heartbeat of his life history."So you have a choice. Let her kill you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the obelisk placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into build above his trachea. The out layer of his skin parted, blood flowing. I let him feel the promise of destruction as I moved before him. He was set up to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the brand, more ran dark down his chest. His arm cocked, set to strike. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his chain fast enough to drink down me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My helping hand shot 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 pulse 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 head back."Or you can surrender to the joy I can provide."

He did n't say a watchword. unemotional person pridefulness faced me. That massive resistance that had kept him fighting even when his consistence was scourged, even as rakehell ran down his soundbox from the kiss of my whip. And yet his cock was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching pauperization to erupt.

A need 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 verge over and over while he felt pain in the neck. I kept him attach former times, unable to extend to himself while listening to my other slaves rut around him with their kennel whores.

His will was branding iron. But even iron bent grass. Especially when heated.

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

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

I brought my slit to his unvoiced cock, rubbing my twat up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his severeness, my purulent back talk begging to absorb every inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my striver were hang up, but him ...

He made them look small.

I ran my left deal up his worst chest, crossing the small wounds, the blood sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his pharynx, sliding my kitty up and down his putz, staring into his eyes.

"destruction or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breasts swaying. I ground my clitoris harder into his dick, the pleasure rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My beard twitched. I hungered to tear out his pharynx 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 expression twisting against the pleasure.

"feel how wet I am. You can be in me. You can be intimate your kept woman. I 'll even let your seed spill into me. You can be the father of my girl. All you have to do is love me. hero-worship me. Then you 'll experienced exaltation. You 'll be pampered. I 'll give you cleaning woman. I 'll filch you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clitoris across his cock 's crown, feeling it pulse and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slice your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No more than pleasure for you. No more probability to fight. No more examine your might.

"No more life."

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

"Choose. Ecstasy or death."

He closed his eyes."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

"mistress,"he said, his voice tight as it burst out of his throat."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 shiver went through him. Something changed in his centre. They widened for a moment, showing all of his whites."I am your slave, schoolmistress. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."

I licked his mouth again, my knife pushing past his lips into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breasts to his whipped thorax, his sticky profligate coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his shaft nudging at my pussy lips.

Then I pressed backward.

He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My eyes widened, my tiger-ears vellication. His cock was so immense. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to exact him, to swallow his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his torso. My nipples throbbed against his mop up flesh.

I took to a greater extent and more of his girth. I kept the dagger pressed to his throat as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my physical 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 kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you finger the reinforcement for your service ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his dick."Do you translate what submission gives you ?"

"Yes,"he groaned, expression twisting with pleasance. I felt his heart thundering in his bureau as I undulated my hips.

His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my Brown breast streaked with his blood. His dresser was coated in it. I loved the midst, wet feel on my tits. My pussy 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 fuck him hard or fasting. I savored his giving up. Finally, he was mine. And I would enjoy every heartbeat of his girth buried in my twat that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my pussycat, imbibing in the clash. I groaned, fighting the burn in my second joint, the ache in my sinew demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his throb thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his strong, calloused trace. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them as my hip joint moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

"The tabby 's sagging titty,"I groaned in pure delight."Oh, divinity, this rooster, my heart and soul. This cock is amazing."

"Yes, my heart,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her heart 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 quarry. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the time to comfort my Lucy. Now was the time to revel my triumph. I shuddered, working my slit up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this cock in me. The cinch was so thickset, stretching my snatch open so all-embracing. My cunt clenched on it while my pleasure rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To drown me in rapture.

My breasts jiggled in his impregnable hand. He squeezed them. His flick rubbed across my mammilla, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my mammilla annulus, 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 cunt over and over on his tool. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully abstruse. My slit ached every clock 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 telling as you."

His hands tightened on my cheek."Nor a woman,"he growled,"as strong."

I licked my chop, my cunt clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic osseous tissue. Wild abandon filled me now, my sexual climax building so fast, begging to explode through me.

So I did n't restrain myself. My headland arched back, my whiskers twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this hammer had to offer. I pulled the tongue from his pharynx, surrendering to the possibility he would drink down me.

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

"My schoolmistress,"he groaned, squeezing my knocker so hard as his hips bucked up. He bounced me on his prick."Seljan 's beard, you 're so tight."

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

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

Fires flared to biography. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the ecstatic sess rising to my brain, smothering me in ecstasy. My slit went gaga about his prick, spasming intemperate as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, hips driving upward, our flesh slap together again, more sparks exploding from my button. His hired hand squeezed my bosom so hard. pain flared from them, spicing the exaltation surging through my body.

"My fancy woman !"he growled and came.

A man 's cum flooded my pussy for the maiden time. I had felt it in my ass and oral cavity, but never my kitty. None of my slave had earned the right to breed me. But Bakiir ... My girl would be so potent. She would be devious, cunning. It would consume all my intensity and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a queen she would make.

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

My pussy writhed, milking his spurting rooster. I drank in the hot seed, my sexual climax growing so hot. Ecstasy whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my mat echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the ecstasy.

And loved it.

"My Mistress,"he groaned as the net blast of his seeded player guessing into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my mouth. I licked at the cold alloy, tasting the crimson of his rakehell. A concluding quiver ran through my body."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 uplift. I groaned as I rose off his peter. His hot cum dribbled down my thighs as I stood over him.

"help them to their kennel,"I told Bakiir."Then maltreat into yours. The cell doors are enchanted. They will lock. Prove you are fast. And you shall be rewarded."

"schoolma'am,"he groaned, rising, his chest heave 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 stone. My back was to Bakiir. A raging boot shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to kill me right now. We would have to shinny again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

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

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

"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her cheek, lapping up her salty tear then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."Risks have to be taken to impound neat rewards. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."

Lucy 's forehead furrowed. Her eye widened. She shivered and then she nodded, comprehension 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 small breasts jiggling.

I purred out my pleasure and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thigh. I grabbed my heart 's Robert Brown hair, pulling her fount to my pussy."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to taste him motley with me."

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

It was so excite to share this with her, the passion of a man finally suitable to cover me. My sum raced as I undulated my pelvic girdle, 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 try out ?"I asked, my vox so throaty.

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

It was howling to hear the throaty mania return, to finger the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do know how much you love it."

Her knife 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 passion Bakiir 's pecker had churned through my cunt.

This was loving. Caring. This was the depth of emotion my Lucy gave me. She did n't just worship my pussy, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a lovesome tingle racing through my trunk, rising from my pussy, making my toes curl, my pap ache, and my pump beat.

"Oh, divinity, yes, fuck me, Lucy,"I purred, her knife probing mysterious into my pussy."Always love me."

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

She could n't hit anywhere near as abstruse, but she still could touch up my pussy. She could still make me thrill and groan, my soma clenching on her tongue as the air pressure swelled and swelled. Her appease organ lapped through my depths, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My clit ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her back talk latched on, sucking hard. My entire organic structure convulsed, my brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chopper as I savored her clapper stirring the pleasure through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

She licked harder, her knife swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibble and suckle. Her hands grasped my ass, pulling my snap against her oral cavity as she feasted with such passion, making me tremble and groan.

She nibbled on my clit. She fucked her tongue into my pussy 's depths. She sucked on my labia. She drove me gaga. I gasped, my hands holding tight to her silky, chocolate-brown hair. I ground on my Secaran hard worker 's sassing, on my passion 's licking tongue.

And came.

raptus flooded through my body. I drank it in. I loved every mo of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her fingerbreadth as my juices flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the warmth from my climax made me feel so light.

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

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

"Thank you !"

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The future day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the training court of the Ziggurat. The great, crimson tiers of the palace rising like monumental steps behind me. Before me were the breeding gumption, pristine white to show off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my doghouse whores stood on either side of me, their defenseless dead body oiled as they wafted bully rooter of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my cool down wine, holding the across-the-board dish antenna in my left hand. I wore my sari, my right tit on exhibit, showing off my Au mamilla pack and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my striver, Issanik and Thushin in the jumper lead. I had sent for priest of Gewin to heal my slave after Lucy cleaned my pussycat close night. Issanik was close to death. The priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me bedwetter for Bakiir.

It was such a treat to watch his anele, naked body beneath the abrasive noon sun as he led my other slave through their steel bod. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the jewel among them. That pitch black skin ...

My clit throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy salt lick my pussy when my ears twitched. The auditory sensation of armored 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 gasp, wearing her sword. The deviant strutted with a martial swagger. Her mother should experience drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So straight. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use procurator. She liked cunning.

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

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

"Break,"she said, licking her chop."Is that why you had non-Christian priest summoned to your kennel and workmen to your donjon ? Because something broke ?"

I turned my head, a grinning growing on my muzzle. Not enough to bare my Fang. Oh, no, I would n't commit her that satisfaction."You 've never broken anything when being fucked by a man, Kushini ? You poor matter. Your puss must just be dying for a real cum."

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

Disgraceful.

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

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

"Yes, Mistress,"the hard worker groaned, his prick tenting his loincloth.

"Are you going to get laid him right here to testify a spot ?"I asked my cousin, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, Malakisha, you have that footling harlot biff your puss before me all the sentence,"Kushini said.

"Because you do n't need to get into this contest, cousin."I licked my chops."tone 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 ..."

"corporate trust me, dear cousin, you would turn a loss that contest."

"Yes,"she said, such enviousness."How much to charter him for the nighttime ?"

I gave her a discriminating facial expression."split ? Why cousin-german, what are you saying ?"

Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the only when two princesses in the castle with any real taste. None of the early tart saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."

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

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

"Unlike my mother,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."recitation your steel. See his skill. Then we can ... talk terms the satisfaction of your slight pussy."

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

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

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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my living quarters, my suite following. The fan young woman moved with entry to the kennel, knowing their berth. My male slaves stood in the room, waiting for commands.

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

"trade good. And the entire palace heard her."Which was marvellous. That would be useful."Issanik stop, the rest, to the kennel. You did unspoiled today. shag your whores hard."

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

They were all so happy, like little son 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. girl were ... capricious.

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

Lucy shuddered, her fingers playing with her gold clit band. She nodded her head, her eyes locked on the rooster, still wet with my full cousin 's juice. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so utile. idea bubbled in my mind.

"piece of tail her !"

"Yes, Mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, pale chassis 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 pussy, her cunt still virtuous tight."I need that big, black dick in me, Bakiir. It was torturing for me, too, always sucking but never getting to experience it in my pussy."

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

"Lick my ass and finger's breadth 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 second joint. He shoved her legs farther apart, almost making her do the snag. But she was a limber girl. She just moaned with a lust I knew all too well. That dick was amazing. Her pale hired hand grasped his midst, ebony cinch, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his turncock into her eubstance. Her off-white form shuddered, her cunt lips stretching so obscenely spacious to take that girth. Her groan of pleasure made my heart beat so fast. It was so rattling to pass on my sexual love this pleasure.

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

"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his muscular ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my devotee 's pussy."Such a tight slit. God, you are hot and molten."

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

My pussy dripped juice down my thighs as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his whisker cheeks rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my asshole, his tongue swirling around while his potent hands slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.

Rough fingers found my snap. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my crimp, making me shudder in saturated delectation. Then two thick finger's breadth penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them strong as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

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

"Enjoy him, my heart,"I purred, my rose hip swiveling, loving Issanik 's glossa imbrication at my asshole, his organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a slavish man.

"I am, my affectionateness,"Lucy moaned."Oh, idol, I am. This cock ! It 's a Almighty dick ! Pater must be his father ! Yes, yes, yes !"

I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my cover girl 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 shiver and shudder.

It was so hot to find out. I licked my chops again, trembling and groaning. My puss drank in the plunge of Issanik 's finger, my SOB delighting in his tongue. My center were so hot as they watched my slave and lover fuck.

"Take it, you picayune whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. direct it in your rigorous 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 intestine and swirled it around. My puss clenched down so tough on his finger's breadth, the blast burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's heavy balls thwacked over and over into my slave, so full of his cum. I licked my chops again, staring at them. A hot chill ran through my dead body. My son of a bitch 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 suffer to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her pussycat, squirting along his putz. She bucked so violently beneath his mickle. She was so tiny, so fragile, so innocent beneath the pitch black slave. And yet she took his muscular stab. She took his cock 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 talk delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seed firing into my snatch just this morning, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his seed through my womb.

Maybe quickening a girl 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 mesomorphic back archway as he flooded my Lucy with all that toothsome cum. A hunger growled through me.

"Oh, yes, he flooded me, my mettle,"mewled a engorge 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 ... Mistress,"he growled.

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

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her peg were still counterpane wide, her pussy gaping undecided, the closely stamp ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its scent filled the air, integrate with her sweet musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your gallantry last nighttime, you may fuck my ass while I lap my slave clean."

"Yes, schoolma'am,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

He let out such a groan of joy as I pulled away from him. I felt his worship as I moved to the bed, licking my chops. Through lidded eye, Lucy watched me, her hired hand playing with her bellybutton, her small tit rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.

I stretched out on my mitt and knees, crawling towards her. The scent of sweet pussycat and salty cum filled my dandy olfactory organ. I leaned down, lapping my rough tongue through her fold. She squealed in pleasure, her body convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.

"Oh, my heart,"she mewled, her hands 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 spit, ready for his putz. He placed that thick-skulled girth against my dickhead. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he experience like in my asshole—but he would still ready me squeal as I lapped up all the yummy cum from Lucy 's pussy.

With a grunt, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's pussy as a hard prick rammed hard into my bowels. Lucille Ball smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my asshole burning around his cock. estrus surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

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

"Mmm, and you taste so rattling 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 body bucking as my prospicient, thickheaded tiger-tongue reached so deep into her twat. When I turned into a wax human, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could reach only one-half as mystifying into her sugared astuteness. It was so wonderful to feel so much of her pussy rampart about my knife, to sense her wriggle and pant and groan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.

And there was so a great deal of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her astuteness. I savored it, gathering out the delicious jizz seasoned with her sweet ointment while Issanik plowed my arsehole hard, grunting with every wonderful thrust.

heating system burned in my bowels as my hard worker fucked me. It met the excitement he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and quick through me, my hips wiggling, bucking back into his powerful jabbing as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.

"My marrow,"she squealed, her purulent contracting as my rough spit bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy tits and dried-up slit, I love you !"

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

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

succus dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The flack raging in my intestine, sparked by my striver 's smashing prick, rushed towards my cunt. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my consistency with rapture.

My pussy 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 voiceless, driving his pecker so mystifying and punishing into my motherfucker. More and more fire burst from my ass, raging through my body. I shuddered, my natural language lapping so fast and deep into Lucy 's pussy.

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

"My heart !"she squealed as she came.

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

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

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

And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the depths of my bowel. Hot and powerful blasts splashing against my motherfucker 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my snatch still spasming, succus 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 succus, 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 dawn her peel, but I could finger her pulse. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could defeat her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her backbone ?

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"Oh, that 's it,"I growled, Bakiir devouring my pussy as he knelt before me in the dungeon."Eat my pussy. You were such a blue hard worker. 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 gear metre in the last two hebdomad she 'd rented him. Already, rumors buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetency for Bakiir. The other princesses sniggered behind her back.

The perfect cover.

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

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh welt puckering across his encompassing back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his pitch black face between my brown thighs. He was so strong. He could transgress me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy fit into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a scare if her fan had canceled their parceling. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slaves of others in the royal fellowship to learn mystery and circularise my own disinformation.

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

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

I smiled at the tidings of my grandmother 's death. Everything would deepen. And that think opportunity."We need to make plans."

I stared down at Bakiir, his lip stained with pussycat juices. estrus surged through me. The literal fun was about to begin.

To be continued ...