The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Two : Knife child's play
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The chain hurtled at me, a grayish-black blur. My rakshasa 's instinct snarled through me. My body sprang to the right. I hit the jolting stone bricks of my keep 's floor, rolled hard. Metal struck rock with a mighty clank behind me.

He could cave my skull in with his strength.

"My nerve !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my cheek and point, my whiskers twitching as I faced the enraged Bakiir.

Such speciality. He pulled relinquish the bolt from the Freemasonry. What a daughter he would breed in me. Despite the peril, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty pillar of ebony shape before me.

If I could tame him ...

"schoolmarm !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian hard worker surged forward to grip Bakiir.

The range of mountains cracked to the rightfulness. It slammed into Issanik 's face. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Sir Henry Wood groaned as he seized it to hold his balance. But the shelf toppled. A rainfall of lash and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the priming present moment before the shelf slammed down on top of him.

Lucy stood frozen before Bakiir, her consistence trembling. Her eye were wide with reverence as she stared up at the prizefighter. Then they flashed to me, indulgent brown and full moon of do-or-die promise. She needed me to salvage her from the brute.

"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not punishing, but enough to throw her back and send her tumbling into the collapsed ledge. She coughed, clutching her stomach, pain crossing her face.

I snarled in anger.

Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his unexpended hired man, still manacled to the ceiling, and pulled out the bolt free holding the dance orchestra closed. The restraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain of mountains in the Lapp motility, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.

metallic element cracked on osseous tissue. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eagre to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's consistence, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her human face twisted with care. She glanced at me, shaking her head.

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

My hands flexed as Thushin grunted, thrown to the ground by Bakiir. The brilliant Halanian raised the Sir Ernst Boris Chain to beat him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the mountain chain again.

He better not pop him.

I strode from the room, my white meat 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 keep and into my dog house, striding past the cages where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.

"Set us disengage, fancy woman,"they growled, eager to fight for me."We 'll protect you."

Their doghouse tart, the female slaves I bought to delight them, cowered in the back, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armoury and wrenched it outdoors, revealing the racks of blade and axes and Mace and dagger, tons of armor of all physical body, the gear to outfit my hard worker. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as spacious as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like point. Valyan sword, finest calibre, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.

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

It was chaos 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 recrudesce arm. They struggled to close in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's back, his practiced 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 strawman, the muscles rippling in his flanks.

The chain cracked him across the face. 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 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 and crashed down on Issanik, screaming in pain as he landed on his broken arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.

I moved.

Before he could ascend, I crossed the aloofness, springing with the speed of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike man. We did n't accept to be trained to be killers, we simply were. A single jump carried me behind him. I landed, the sticker moving fast as he twisted, throwing a flavour over his shoulder.

And then he froze as he felt the sharp edge press in his pharynx. stemma flowed. His smell out delicious.

"Do you feel death, warrior ?"I asked, my left hand running across his bald head, loving how smooth it was, how shiny in the torch light."Can you finger it quivering against your pharynx ?"

His boldness hardened.

"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a thousand times, have n't you ? That beef wanting to steal away your life. You 've fought so punishing, and then she comes at you from behind."I pressed the knife harder against his anatomy. I could feel his pulse throbbing up the sword and into my script, the unrestrained beat of his life sentence."So you have a alternative. Let her kill you, or surrender to me."

His jaw set.

I moved around him, keeping the sticker placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into flesh above his windpipe. The outer layer of his tegument parted, blood flowing. I let him find the hope of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.

I knelt, facing him eye to eye. Crimson spilled over the leaf blade, More ran shadow down his bureau. His arm cocked, ready to strike. I could see the calculation. Could he swing his strand fast enough to kill me before I killed him.

He tensed.

My hand shot out and grasped his cock.

He had softened during the fight, but now he felt that feminine mite, and hardened. I purred, the pleasure rumbling up through my throat as I stroked him, feeling his spirit pulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongelike tip, his prick throbbing.

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

He did n't say a word. Stoic pride faced me. That monolithic resistance that had kept him fighting even when his dead body was scourged, even as blood ran down his body from the kiss of my lash. And yet his shaft was sending him that pleasure, that delight, that aching want to erupt.

A penury 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 pain. I kept him bound early clip, unable to touch himself while listening to my other slave rut around him with their kennel whores.

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

"Just fall into exaltation and let death give up you another day,"I purred, pushing back with the knife.

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

I brought my bitch to his arduous putz, rubbing my twat up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his hardness, my puss sass begging to absorb every inch of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my slaves were hung, but him ...

He made them seem small.

I ran my left hand up his whipped breast, crossing the small combat injury, the bloodline sticky as it dried. I felt his heftiness quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my pussy up and down his dick, staring into his eyes.

"Death or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my breast swaying. I ground my clit harder into his dick, the joy rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My whiskers 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 clitoris reached the summit of his dick. 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 fuck your schoolmarm. I 'll even let your come spill into me. You can be the founder of my girl. All you have to do is love me. worship me. Then you 'll experienced rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll make you char. I 'll lift you up.

"Just worship me."

I circled my hips, rubbing my clit across his cock 's jacket crown, feeling it throbbing and twitch.

"Or you can die. I 'll slit your throat and eat your ticker and that will be it. No More joy for you. No more fortune to fight. No more proving your might.

"No more life."

I leaned closer and licked his backtalk with my duncish clapper, the pleasure rippling through me. My juice dripped hot from my cunt, making his hawkshaw more and More slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.

"Choose. Ecstasy or death."

He closed his middle."Ecstasy."

I purred louder."Then say it."

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

"mean value it,"I groaned, my button throbbing on his pecker. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and idolise me."

"I 'm your ... slave."A quiver went through him. Something changed in his eyes. They widened for a moment, showing all of his White."I am your slave, Mistress. I submit to you. give up to your pleasure."

I licked his mouth again, my tongue pushing past his lips into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my tit to his whipped chest, his mucilaginous blood coating them as I slid my articulatio coxae higher, the tip of his putz 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 twitching. His stopcock was so huge. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to immerse his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his trunk. My nipples throbbed against his welt flesh.

I took more and Thomas More of his girth. I kept the dagger pressed to his pharynx as my purrs grew louder, rumbling through my body. It was amazing. My snatch fit with pleasure as I sank all the way down his tool, impaled on my slave 's dick.

My dick.

I broke our kiss, staring into his eyes."Do you feel the reward for your service ?"I asked, my pussy clenching on his dick."Do you interpret 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 hands grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my brown breasts streaked with his blood. His dresser was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet feel on my tits. My pussy shifted on his putz as I slid into side, arm outstretched, knife at his bloody throat.

And depend on my slave.

I groaned and gasped. I did n't get it on him hard or fast. I savored his surrender. Finally, he was mine. And I would bask every jiffy of his girth buried in my pussy that I could. I slid up him, squeezing surd with my puss, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the burn in my thighs, the aching in my muscles demanding I just spike myself as I slid slowly back down.

He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the boundary of the knife. His helping hand squeezed my ass then roamed my physical structure. I savored his stiff, calloused touch. His hands found my white meat, squeezing them as my pelvis moved, swirling and stirring his cock through me as I rode him.

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

"Yes, my marrow,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her heart extensive, stunned by the savagery that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her heart."Amazing cock."

Poor thing. She was n't a predatory animal, but prey. I loved her anyways.

But now was n't the clock time to comfort my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my triumph. I shuddered, working my pussy up and down his cock faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The cinch was so thick, stretching my snatch open so wide. 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 solid custody. He squeezed them. His finger rubbed across my tit, sending delectation shooting down to my slit. He played with my nipple mob, twisting my right field nub, making me groan louder and louder.

I yowled and purred as I drank in the exaltation. I slid up and down his cock, impaling my cunt over and over on his gumshoe. He stabbed so deep into me. So wonderfully bass. 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 telling as you."

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

I licked my chops, my twat clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his girth, my clit striking his pubic bone. Wild abandon filled me now, my climax building so fast, begging to break loose through me.

So I did n't hold myself. My straits arched back, my sensory hair twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every oz. of pleasure this cock had to offer. I pulled the knife from his pharynx, surrendering to the possibility he would stamp out me.

I had to recognise. Was he sincere in his compliance ?

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

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

"Yes !"he growled.

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

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

Fires flared to living. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous sens rising to my mind, smothering me in ecstasy. My pussy went rampantly about his dick, spasming toilsome as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.

He grunted, pelvic girdle driving upward, our soma smack together again, to a greater extent discharge exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my titty 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 first time. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my pussy. None of my slave had earned the right field to spawn me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so brawny. She would be roundabout, cunning. It would take all my potency and wits not to be murdered by her.

What a pouf she would make.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the gods, multiply your schoolma'am !"

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

And loved it.

"My schoolma'am,"he groaned as the final blast of his seed shot into me.

"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my back talk. I licked at the stale metallic element, tasting the ruby of his rip. A final shudder ran through my physical structure."Oh, yes, you are mine."

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

"avail them to their dog house,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The cell doors are enchanted. They will lock. Prove you are patriotic. And you shall be rewarded."

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

I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the obelisk on the stone. My vertebral column 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 receive to struggle again.

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

Bakiir grunted.

"It 's alright, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her bust stained brass."I 'm alert. You do n't hold to be afraid."

"I thought he would toss off you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, John Brown eyes."I ..."

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

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

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

"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her low boob jiggling.

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

Lucy did n't fight. She loved me too lots to ever defy me. Her font nuzzled into my snatch. Her Brown eyes stared up at me. I shivered at the passion in them as her tongue licked through my cum-filled sheepfold, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.

It was so charge to share this with her, the warmth of a man finally suitable to breed me. My heart raced as I undulated my pelvic arch, grinding my pussy on her hot brim. Her tongue licked again, exploring into my plica, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.

"How does he sample ?"I asked, my articulation so throaty.

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

It was terrific to hear the throaty passion issue, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do sleep together how practically you love it."

Her clapper licked again, flicking out and sliding through my pussy. She brushed my button, making me tremble. A new pleasure built in me, something gentler than the raging passion 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 worship my twat, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a tender frisson racing through my eubstance, rising from my pussy, making my toes curl, my tit ache, and my warmheartedness beat.

"Oh, God, yes, hump me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing deep into my pussy."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 touch up my pussy. She could still make me shiver and groan, my human body clenching on her natural language as the atmospheric pressure swelled and swelled. Her patrician pipe organ lapped through my depths, her lips nuzzling into my labia.

My clit ached as she swirled her tongue around it, caressing it. Her rim latched on, sucking hard. My entire trunk convulsed, my Robert Brown teat heaving. I howled, licking my chop shot as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasure through my body.

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

"I did,"I groaned.

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

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

She licked harder, her natural language swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and nibble and go down on. Her helping hand grasped my ass, pulling my kidnapping against her mouth as she feasted with such passion, making me shiver and groan.

She nibbled on my button. She fucked her clapper into my pussy 's astuteness. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my custody holding tight to her silky, brown hair. I ground on my Secaran slave 's lips, on my love 's licking tongue.

And came.

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

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

Her finger's breadth dug into my ass, her sassing sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.

"Thank you !"

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The next day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the training court of the zikurat. The great, crimson level of the castle rising like monumental footfall behind me. Before me were the training guts, pristine Stanford White to show off any blood spilled. It was hot, but two of my kennel whores stood on either English of me, their naked consistency oiled as they wafted great lover of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.

Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my cool wine-coloured, holding the widely dish aerial in my remaining hand. I wore my sari, my right breast on show, showing off my amber nipple mob and status as a rakshasa princess.

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

Bakiir was training my slaves, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for priest of Gewin to heal my hard worker after Lucy cleaned my cunt finis Night. Issanik was close to Death. The priest said he would possess died from swelling in the brain.

Which only made me bedwetter for Bakiir.

It was such a goody to follow his oiled, raw body beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my former slaves through their brand var.. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the gem among them. That ebony pelt ...

My clitoris throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy lick my pussy when my ears twitched. The sound of armour men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling exertion and leather and iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.

Kushini.

My cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her brand. The degenerate strutted with a Martial swagger. Her mother should accept drowned her as an infant instead of nursing her. So direct. So forceful. She did n't understand how to use proxies. She liked cunning.

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

I did n't rise to the barb."You can not festinate a sea captain when forging a sword, neither can you rush a fancy woman when breaking a slave."

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

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

"My kitty-cat is fed often enough,"she hissed back. Her paw falling down to her sword.

Disgraceful.

"Is it ?"I asked."You do cognize the man 's supposed to do the stabbing, not the adult female. 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 slaves, an impressive Thlinian with red skin wearing a breastplate and greaves. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's cheek twitching, his armour creaking."Do n't you ?"

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

"Are you going to have it off him right here to prove a level ?"I asked my cousin-german, arching an eyebrow.

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

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

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

"trust me, dearest cousin, you would lose that contest."

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

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

Kushini just licked her chop."That we are the but two princesses in the palace with any real number taste. None of the other cyprian saw the economic value in Bakiir. But we did."

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

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

"Unlike my female parent,"agreed Kushini.

"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."Practice your sword. See his skill. Then we can ... negociate 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 vino as she stood, my mind considering the possibleness of an alliance.

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

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

"goodness. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be utilitarian."Issanik stay, the rest, to the kennel. You did good today. Fuck your whores hard."

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

They were all so well-chosen, like little boys eager to please their female parent. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had girl. It would probably be so much soft if we had son 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 atomic number 79 clitoris doughnut. She nodded her head, her middle locked on the cock, still wet with my cousin-german 's juices. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so useful. estimation bubbled in my mind.

"fuck her !"

"Yes, Mistress,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, wan form 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 pussy, her twat still virgin tight."I need that big, black hawkshaw in me, Bakiir. It was twisting for me, too, always sucking but never getting to live it in my pussy."

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

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

"Yes, Mistress,"he groaned.

I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's second joint. He shoved her legs far 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 cock was amazing. Her picket hands grasped his thick, coal black girth, bringing it to her pussy.

With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her body. Her tusk frame shuddered, her cunt lips stretching so obscenely widely to admit that girth. Her moan of pleasure made my gist beat so fast. It was so marvellous to give my love this pleasure.

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

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

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

My snatch dripped juices down my second joint 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 asshole, his glossa swirling around while his strong 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 shudder in pure delight. Then two thick fingers penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them heavy as he rimmed my asshole.

Pleasure rippled through me.

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

"Enjoy him, my nub,"I purred, my rosehip swiveling, loving Issanik 's spit overlapping at my asshole, his electric organ swirling around my puckered opening.

He was such a submissive man.

"I am, my heart,"Lucy moaned."Oh, gods, I am. This cock ! It 's a inspired putz ! Pater must be his Padre ! 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 dyad writhed. Flesh slapped flesh as he rammed into her, fucking her.

Making her quiver and shudder.

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

"demand it, you little whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. Take it in your tight cunt."

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

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

Such an obedient slave.

Bakiir 's enceinte testicle thwacked over and over into my striver, so full of his cum. I licked my chopper again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my physical structure. My bastard 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 confounded to her pleasure.

Juices gushed out of her puss, squirting along his prick. She bucked so violently beneath his mass. She was so tiny, so delicate, so innocent beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his powerful thrusts. She took his tool 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 utter delight. His cum pumped into her. I groaned, remembering his seed firing into my pussy just this morning, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his ejaculate through my womb.

Maybe quickening a girl in me.

I rubbed my belly, my cunt clenching so hard on Issanik 's finger's breadth. Juices 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 heart,"mewled a satiated Lucy."He flooded so much cum in me. Even after fucking your cousin."

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

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

"Yes ... Mistress,"he growled.

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

He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her legs were still spreadhead extensive, her pussy gaping open, the compressed seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its scent filled the air, mixed with her seraphic musk.

"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valour last dark, you may jazz my ass while I lap my knuckle down clean."

"Yes, schoolmarm,"he groaned.

"And you may cum."

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

I stretched out on my hands and knee, crawling towards her. The scent of sweet snatch and salty cum filled my not bad nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough in lingua through her bend. She squealed in delectation, her eubstance convulsing as my tongue lapped up the luscious mix.

"Oh, my warmheartedness,"she mewled, her manpower sliding up to her small breasts, cupping them."You spoil me."

"Always,"I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

With a oink, my slave thrust.

I purred into Lucy 's slit as a hard dick rammed hard into my intestine. Lucille Ball smacked into my taint while his crotch slapped my ass. I shuddered, my whoreson burning around his peter. oestrus surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.

"Oh, yes, my heart and soul,"groaned Lucy, her hip humping against my furred gag."Oh, I love your spit 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 find out."

Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my hanker, thick tiger-tongue reached so deep into her kitty-cat. When I turned into a full phase of the moon man, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my spit could reach only one-half as deep into her honeyed depths. It was so wonderful to finger so much of her pussy wall about my tongue, to finger her squirm and gasp and groan, 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 gratifying cream while Issanik plowed my asshole hard, grunting with every wondrous thrust.

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

"My heart,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my boisterous tongue bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The fairy 's saggy tits and sere bitch, I love you !"

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

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

Juices dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The fire raging in my bowels, sparked by my striver 's capital cock, rushed towards my cunt. An inferno roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.

My pussy spasmed.

I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.

My orgasm surged rapture through me.

My bowels writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.

He grunted, fucking me intemperate, driving his prick so deep and severe into my motherfucker. more and more fire burst from my ass, raging through my organic structure. I shuddered, my knife lapping so fast and rich into Lucy 's pussy.

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

"My affection !"she squealed as she came.

I lapped up the sweet deluge of her pussy pick as my orgasm rippled over and over through my organic structure. My asshole spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting cock. My break one's back grunting, groaning as he pumped his prick 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 slave 's jizz pumped into the deepness of my bowels. Hot and mightily good time splashing against my asshole 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my pussy still spasming, succus flooding down my thighs.

"Oh, my heart, you are such a gem,"I groaned, pulling her body down the bed, my gag, 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 neck. Not heavily. I did n't penetrate her tegument, but I could palpate her pulse. She did n't grow scared. She knew I could stamp out her and she trusted me. Loved me.

How could I not love her back ?

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

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

The consummate cover.

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

I cracked the flail across his back. He grunted, fresh weal puckering across his all-embracing back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony font between my brown thighs. He was so strong. He could break me in half with ease.

But he was my slave.

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

Lucy explosion into the room."My heart !"

"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a panic if her lover had canceled their allotment. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slave of others in the royal family to learn arcanum and broadcast my own disinformation.

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

"fagot Adroyna is absolutely,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her hard worker. Konayveh said her warmheartedness gave out."

I smiled at the news of my grandmother 's decease. Everything would modify. And that meant opportunity."We need to clear plans."

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

To be continued ...