The Rakshasa 's nerve
Chapter One : Rakshasa 's New striver
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The orbit exploded with cheers, the peasants and lowborn humankind rising in the standstill, screaming their bloodlust as the new fighters entered the white sands. I leaned forward in my seat in the royal box, a tangible hullabaloo shooting through my centre as the gladiators marched towards the center.

"Oh, you are going to do it this match, dear cousin,"Kushini purred, her pink natural language licking her furry chop shot. Her leather knickers creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. hair's-breadth twitched and her tiger-like spike flicked. Her breasts, both bare, quivered in expectancy. She ran a hired man up her copious, dark hide, cupping a breast. The tit ring piercing her right nub glinted in the sunlight, marking her a member of the regal phratry. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a homo cleaning lady from the cervix down. But her head was that of an orange-striped tiger, ferine and wild.

I played with my own nipple gang, my ears flicking. A wet scabies swelled in my pussycat at the striking, brawny Halanian prizefighter who strode out. He was a new acquisition. I could see his heftiness ripple beneath his ebony skin, his top dog gleaming in the harsh sunshine streaming onto the white sands of the arena. Splashes and pools crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting sphere, still invigorated from the last fight.

I breathed, my sense of smell enhanced in my Rakshasa form. I never let my human being fount appear in public. The mortification of appearing like one of the vermin who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the stands would lower my condition among the royal class for years.

"Yes, he is a kickshaw,"Kushini purred. She squeezed her mamilla, her slitted middle sparkling with lustfulness."Can you smell out him ? The hope ?"

"Yes,"I purred, tugging on my nipple mob. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my station, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a purple saree trimmed in gold that covered my left breast and fell down to my mid second joint. I was n't a whore in close drawers and baring both tits.

Or a degenerate who demeaned myself by fighting in the arena like a human.

The sword Kushini wore was a disgrace. Such an open exhibition of power. No subtly. And she was second in occupation to the stool ! Two end away from being pouf.

"I watched him sparring yesterday,"Kushini moaned."Oh, dear cousin-german, you should have seen him fight."

"You think he can defeat Henyak ?"I asked as Queen Adroyna, our grandmother, stepped up to the front of the box, still looking royal despite her age, her orange fur spotted with gray that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than grandma. Three of her daughters, my own female parent included, and two granddaughters had died trying to assassinate her. And she had dealt with her own brood sisters and jealous aunt before I was even a glimmer in my mother 's eyes.

She exuded strength without resorting to something as crass as wearing a sword on her hip.

"Such a scrumptious paladin,"queen Adroyna said."So strong."

"His stemma shall decorate the backbone,"boasted Henyak from below. He was a brawny homo, a indigene Naithan with brownish skin. He wore a kilt of leather straps studded with iron studs and a sword helmet, his trident gripped in hired man. He was a champion, a man who had fought for years and year. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the peril. Especially fighting new gladiator with promise, ending any threats to his supremacy before they could match him.

"Such a hope,"Queen Adroyna purred."putting to death him, and I shall shower you in gold, my beloved Henyak."

"He 'll feature to come together his eyes to roll in the hay her old cunt,"Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our body slaves and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned hard worker, gave a yucky giggle as she knelt before me bare, her skin glistening with expensive vegetable oil, filling the air with a pin-up scent of lavender and holding at bay the plebeian reek of the bucolic crowding the stands, eager for their entertainment and succor from the drudgery of their pointless lives.

My eyes flicked to the Halanian. Bakiir did n't appear afraid at all. I caught a flash of albumen. A grin. A mocking grin as he flicked his sword and held onto his round, wooden shield. His sword arm was clad in banded steal from forearm to shoulder. Beside that, he wore a loincloth, showing off his solid state body.

Those muscles.

"Lucy,"I purred,"attend me."

"Yes, Mistress,"my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my gem. Secaran slaves were so rare. That pale skin was so alien. I made certainly she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her youthful face. I 'd owned her for three long time, molding her into the perfective servant. I saw the love in her Brown eyes, the smile on her lips, her face delicate, farmed by her subdued, brown hair.

She pushed my thigh apart, her fingers sending shiver up my trunk. My sum raced. I petted her hair, loving her hot kisses on my bod as she moved up my second joint towards my burning kitty. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My heart, though none of my sisters, cousin, auntie, or even my grandmother could get it on that I loved her. They would use her against me. In public, she was just my puss licking hard worker.

I shuddered as her lips found my shaved twat. They were so cushy and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my pussy. Then her tongue flicked out, making my entire body frisson and a purr rise in my throat. My eyes were locked on the gladiators, Bakiir and Henyak taking their positions.

"Such boldface confidence in Bakiir,"Kushini said, rubbing her thighs together."I can see why you are so wet for him, Malakisha."

"Mmm, yes,"I groaned, the sound of my gens drawing my attention from the hero."What a hard worker he would make."

"You would buy him ?"Kushini 's ears twitched.

I did n't record my wince. I was so sex, my lineage boiling. Bakiir was a specimen. So solid. So strong. He could interrupt me in half. How sweet-flavored it would be to see him on his articulatio genus before me, begging to hero-worship my cunt.

Lucy 's tongue slid through my pussycat sheepcote and flicked my clit. I groaned, my ears and beard twitching. I pulled hard on the Au ring piercing my pap, twisting the dark nub. The tingle raced down to my hot pussy, to my clit bathed by Lucy 's awesome tongue.

"Start it,"Kushini purred, her body so tense now, her mammilla thrusting so hard from her small frock. She was so unawares and bantam, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her eyes."Fight !"

"Kill him, Henyak,"Queen Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each early. Bakiir 's muscles rippled as he moved across the white grit, dust kicking up from his sandaled human foot. My twat clenched, Lucy 's tongue feeling so wonderful as she probed it into my puss. I moaned as she savored the spicy discernment of my musk.

Kushini tensed then let out a purring moan as Henyak 's trident crashed into Bakiir 's buckler, wooden splinters flying. Then Bakiir 's sword swung, striking the trident. metal rang as the men danced around each other, both their dead body rippling, oiled by travail and glistening in the noon sun.

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every moment of his powerful physical structure moving. I seized Lucy 's hair with my bequeath hand, pulling my beloved slave 's verbalize thick into my cunt. I ground on her as the air rang with weapons meeting, clattering.

The crowd cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

Other princesses in the stands watched, some having physical structure slaves devour their twat or fuck their puss, powerful slave who would multiply dominating girl. Rakshasas who would claw and engagement and make the Queen of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a daughter Bakiir would give me.

"Oh, yes,"I groaned as the men came together. I gripped Lucy 's haircloth so sozzled, humping against her rattling tongue.

The beautiful girl caressed my thigh as her tongue slid through my folds and brushed my button. My nub throbbed, my pleasure swelling in my deepness. Delight rippled through me. I purred louder and louder. She sucked on my labia. She nibbled on my clit. She pleased me while I watched the men fight.

Crimson flashed. pedigree sheeted down Henyak 's chest, a glancing blow from Bakiir 's sword.

"Yes,"moaned Kushini, an orgasmic sound, her fingerbreadth pulling on both her tit. She purred as flashy as me now."Kill !"

She licked her chops as Henyak roared, thrusting intemperate with his trident. fasting, quick thrusts, driving Bakiir back. My pussy clenched, my stomach tensing. My orgasm swelled in me as Bakiir took a lesion in his second joint. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

My nose twitched. Over the lavender oils adorning my slave, I smelled that wonderful aroma. bloodline. Coppery. Vital. sprightliness. I breathed in Bakiir's fragrance as his leg buckled. It collapsed, bringing him to a kneeling privates, leaving him vulnerable.

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"kill him,"moaned Kushini, on the verge of orgasming from the vehemence alone.

Henyak drew back his trident as he kicked aside Bakiir 's cuticle, leaving the Halanian open to attack.

I smiled, seeing the looking on Bakiir 's case as he faced death.

And came.

My cunt spasmed. succus flooded into Lucy 's thirsty mouth. My tenderness lapped at the cream flooding out of my kitty-cat. I shuddered, my teat heaving, my allow for beneath my sari, my right wing exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

"Las 's pecker, yes !"growled Kushini, shuddering beside me in orgasmic delight.

Bakiir acted.

He sprang to the side of meat, using his wounded leg. He was n't crippled like Henyak and the bunch thought. Bakiir rolled, bringing his brand up and swinging it tough. Henyak tried to reclaim, to get out back, but the blade caught him in the throat.

I shuddered, my puss spasming so hard, rapture surging through me as the blood spurted. The crimson arched through the air. Kushini yowled so loud, then roared out as her powerful sexual climax wracked her lithe body.

The transport boiled my nous as I stared at Bakiir, his foe 's blood spatter across his dark thorax, adding color to that ebony dead body. I licked my spit across my chops, Lucy lapping up my juices gushing out of my pussy.

"Yes !"I snarled."Yes ! vendue !"

queen regnant Adroyna 's head shot to me, her graying ears twitching as she stared at me heaving in orgasmic delight."You wish to buy him, Granddaughter ?"

"Yes,"I yowled."Auction !"

Konayveh leaned over and whispered to poof Adroyna. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian slave, chief of the queen 's escort. Her head nodded as she looked at me."It has been three month since you initiated an auction."

I licked my chops, my orgasm peaking."I know, Grandmother."

Her eyes narrowed. She had been looking forward to fucking Henyak. Her peach should be dry at her age, but she kept it lubed with Thomas Young men. The queen regnant turned, facing Bakiir as he stood over his opposition, breathing concentrated, rakehell streaming down his wounded thigh. He faced the queer.

"auction sale, gamemaster,"she snarled.

The fat human being who ran the biz stepped out, his torso draped in expensive gem. He had glutted on the amusement of the Capital. He rubbed his chubby finger together as he stepped up beside Bakiir.

"Your August majesty,"he said with a bow."Let the dictation jump at 500 dupondius."

"900 dupondius,"Kushini barked as she gained her feet and rushed towards the edge of the box. My pinna twitched as she shot a tone over her shoulder joint, licking her chop. Her right paw rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an bone tiger principal snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my spike twitching. My Fang hungered for her pharynx. That puss !"1000 dupondius."She would push me to neutralise my income for the month on this slave. I strode forward."You have secure taste, Kushini."

"So do you, Malakisha,"she said, no hint of her slightness in her voice.

"1100 dupondius,"meaning Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was older than me by two calendar month. Her tiger pinna twitched. She gave me a hungry smiling."Yes, you do have good tasting, aunt Malakisha."

I ran my tongue over my fangs. Oh, would n't it be prissy to just rip out her throat right now, too. But I could n't show failing like that. Killing publicly, killing out of wrath, was piffling. Brutal and easy. No, when you killed your rival, it had to be planned, it had to be refined. It had to be done at a distance, but clearly at your command, proof that you were a cunning killer. A dependable predator.

Something Kushini should acquire. Twice she 'd killed with her sword.

"1500 dupondius,"Kushini said, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

"You must really need to lick his body clean of Henyak 's parentage,"I said.

She shuddered in delight."Such a treat does n't come along that often."

"1600 dupondius,"I said, licking my chops.

"Interested in ancestry yourself ?"Kushini gave me a side-long coup d'oeil."I thought your involvement ran towards ... other refreshments."

"former ?"

Her whiskers twitched."2000 dupondius."

My niece gave a barbarous snarl, pushing off from the rail and marching away, clutching at her well up belly. Lucy giggled behind me. I glanced at my first cousin and said,"2000 dupondius is a lot to pay for a man you 'll use once. Unless you plan on doing to a greater extent than practice your sword on him."

"He is skilled."

"Especially when he 's unarmed,"I said."2100 dupondius !"

"Unarmed ?"Her Son were apartment, a clue of a growl rumbling in her throat."You think I 'd consume him with such needless butchery."

"Is n't that what you do with all those slave you buy ?"

"food waste from the docks."A luscious shudder ran through Kushini."Now him ... He is something special. Look at him. Bleeding but standing so inviolable, so proud. He maybe a slave, but he does n't believe it."

"No, he does n't,"I said, staring at him.

"2500 dupondius,"Kushini shouted, a glint in her eye."How badly do you require to see him worshiping you like that niggling lady of pleasure behind you ?"

Anger flared in me. But I did n't rise up to her insult. I did n't even squeeze a hair's-breadth."2600 dupondius."

"That badly,"Kushini said."Enjoy him, my darling Malakisha."

"I will."Then I gave her a look."Though I considered letting you have him. How much more can you borrow from your mother before she grows furious with you."

Her lips curled back, baring fang. Then she whirled and stalked off, her two sinewy slaves following after her. I leaned on the railing, staring down at the slave. Lucy pressed up beside me, her lavender scent filling my nose.

"He is a gorgeous one, Mistress."

"Yes, he is,"I said. Then, in my mind, added, my pith to the end of the time."He will be Worth every gold coin."

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My pussy burned as my new slave was chained into lieu. Bakiir stood defiant. I 'd paid for the priest of Gewin to heal his wound. I wanted him unanimous and unmarred before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my favorite slaves, yanked Bakiir 's midst arms into place.

His case was strong, optic defiant. He did n't stand Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his face. His thought worked behind his defiant masquerade, pondering how to escape. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as strong as him. And I had more hard worker in my kennels, other brawny warriors that I 'd broken.

He would try to put one across me with complacency.

I loved my donjon. It was the favorite part of my quarters in the Zigurrat. shadow and sweltering, the estrus trapped in here. No airy balconies to savor the sight of the metropolis of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to take away the high temperature. Not in here. The bulwark were undiminished Isidor Feinstein Stone. Black smoothing iron chains hung from the ceiling, each ending in manacle. From hooks on the wall hung my toy dog, all my flails and whips and boat paddle and crops. So many fun official document to play with.

The manacles snapped close about Bakiir 's wrist joint, the locks clicking into place. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the chains, ratcheting them tight. Bakiir 's arms were yanked upward and away from his consistency, pulling twit the muscle of his body. His typeface flickered, feeling the stock in his arms.

"Mmm, you are such a brawny delectation,"I purred, walking around him. My mitt trailed across his ebony frame, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Stone. Unyielding. My fingers slid down his rear to his ass, squeezing it."You are going to be such a delight."

"I 'm not afraid of your whips,"he growled.

"Good,"I purred, nuzzling my furry muzzle between his shoulder joint vane. He was so grandiloquent as well as square-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his back. He shuddered as I licked at his spikelet, tasting the salinity of his sweat.

My twat was so wet.

I pressed my naked crotch into his ass, humping against him, my pap rubbing on his back. I never wore clothes in my keep. No one did. This was a place of pleasure and pain sensation, and those were best experienced au naturel. My hands reached around him, my pussycat growing Thomas More and more than juicy. I felt his rippling abs on my way down to his cock.

And what a cock.

I gripped his girth, my slit clenching in eager anticipation. I licked at his spikelet again, sliding up his shoulder brand and making him groan. His dick twitched in my deal, hardening, swelling, growing even bragging as I stroked him.

"Mmm, yes,"I groaned."Does n't that just feel nice ?"

He did n't answer.

My hand squeezed hard on the tip of his gumshoe, crushing his crown. My other handwriting found his ball, holding them."I asked you a question, slave."

"Yes,"he said.

I squeezed his musket ball. Hard.

He bucked, dentition grinding against teeth as he fought the pain. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clitoris on his hard muscleman, tingles racing through his body. Chains rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

"Mistress,"I said."You address me as mistress. Understand ?"I relaxed my hand on his balls.

"Yes ... Mistress,"he said, the defiance thick in his voice. He 'd give me this, make me think he weakened. But soon he 'd mean it.

I stroked his cock again, still severe, his precum growing slippery at the tip."Good."I gave him a love bit, letting him find my fang but not penetrating the muscle of his upper back."So respond my question. Does this feel good, slave ?"

He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my thumb detrition that thick, spongy poll."Yes, Mistress."

"See,"I told him."What did you think I would do to you here ? Hurt you ?"

He gave a barking laugh."I know how you Rakshasa 's deal with men."

"Oh, that we hurt you ? Make you leech and howl ? That we eat you ?"I licked my lips."That 's so true. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The father of my first daughter. She might be queen mole rat one day. Does n't that rouse you ?"

"No,"he growled.

"Mmm, but your dick says otherwise. You are so hard. So eagre for it. You did n't even soften when I crushed your balls."I squeezed them again, his cock throb in my manus as he grunted through his tooth."Oh, yes, you are going to be so often fun to hurt."

I pulled away from him, my kitty-cat drip. I glanced around the room. Lucy knelt like I 'd trail her, her heart staring up at me, shining with such dewy exhilaration. Beside her knelt my two manful slaves, their cocks both gruelling before them.

I had trained them well."Thushin, the electric chair. Lucy, my tenderness, choose your instrument."

"Yes, Mistress,"Thushin said, rising.

"Mmm, I will, my heart,"Lucy said as she rose, her pocket-size tits bouncing. They were such endearing boob. My oculus flicked down to her soused slit, her kitty-cat pertly shaved and glistening. The gold band piercing her clitoris, marking her a royal stag slave, was coated in her excitement.

She loved whipping a man as very much as me.

Thushin stood, his brownish skin ripple. He was a native Naithan, his cock bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden hot seat in the corner and sat on it. His shaft was so toilsome ; the hammer halo tied about the fundament made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get relief for his erecting, until I allowed him.

My slit clenched as I moved to him, turning, and lowering myself to his lap.

His cock brushed my pussy. I shivered, my rosehip undulating, then I slid my cunt down his hawkshaw. I groaned, his shaft spreading me overt. He filled me with his cinch. I groaned, my pinna twitching as I took to a greater extent and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, arms hugging me. His warm hands roamed my stomach, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the wall, staring at the versatile whips and flails, her reduce rose hip wiggling with excitement, her John Brown fuzz sweeping down her lithe back.

"Which shall she prefer for you, knuckle down ?"I asked, staring at Bakiir.

He stared at me, eyes so hard."I do n't have intercourse ... Mistress."

My snatch clenched hard on Thushin 's cock. He groaned, his hands squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest of drawers, savoring his strength. He was so solid. His hands moved, one sliding down to tease my clit, the other to grope my titty. My auricle twitched as he nuzzled his face into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a lose weight riding crop made out of stiff shit leather. She swung it in the air, shuddering at the stinging sound."I think this will do, my heart."

"Indeed,"I purred, staring at Bakiir 's heart as Lucy advanced on him from behind.

Swish. SMACK !

He grunted, his body tensing as the riding crop crashed into his mouth. His ebony shaft bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin 's dick, stirring his gibe through my twat. A wild wafture of heat washed through me.

sapidity !

A twitch crossed his forehead as his body drank in the stinging pain. Lucy had such a repelling smile on her lips as she walked around him, her manus caressing his muscular body. She reached his cock, her blench fingers wrapped about his ebony tree girth.

"Mmm, did you like the kiss of my crop, slave ?"she asked.

His eyes snapped down to her."No, I did n't, slave."

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her left script and cracking the riding harvest across his chest with the other. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the room. I shivered upon my striver 's pecker, his grating finger rubbing at my button, sending such delight through me.

"slave ?"Lucy asked."Oh, I am so much more than a slave."

CRACK !

Her finger rubbed the peak of Bakiir 's dick.

"I 'm your punishment and your wages,"Lucy purred, stroking his dick faster. She leaned in, licking at the dark welt rising across the heftiness of his chest.

He sucked in a breath, blazonry pulling at his chemical chain as she licked along it.

"Mmm, I can give you pleasure."She rubbed the palm of her hand into the tip of his dark pecker, her pale ass wiggling."Or I can pass on you pain."

She bit his nipple. Hard.

"Worship our Mistress, and you get pleasure."Lucy purred."Defy her, and you get pain."

The harvest swung hard.

offer !

I purred louder. I shuddered on Thushin 's rooster. I loved watching my heart piece of work. She was such a wonderful charwoman. So know, so deplorable, so aegir to bring down pain for both our pleasures. I could learn her play for hours.

"Do you want to worship her ?"Lucy asked, falling to her human knee before him. She still stroked his huge prick."Do you need to be rewarded ?"

He gave me a bouldered aspect, full of all his stoic defiance. He would take every whipping she gave him without flinching. He promised to never break, to never worship me, to never be my obedient slave like Thushin and Issanik.

I groaned, wiggling more, purring louder. I drank in his defiance. Pleasure rippled through me, partly from Thushin 's finger rubbing hard rophy on my button, but to a greater extent from this solid, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir 's forehead furrowed. His defiance cracked. It was easy to fight pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful woman 's mouth locked about your cock, sucking so difficult ... That was hard to fight. He shuddered, branch pulling against the chains as she bobbed her point. I could discover her noisy suction, my clit throbbing, knowing how delicious her mouth was.

CRACK !

She cracked the crop into his pectus as she sucked. It swished again over her header to smack into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain in the ass and pleasure burn through his consistence at the same prison term. I loved it. I smelled the salty perfume of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her sweet-flavored succus down her thighs.

CRACK !

She moaned, sucking hard on his stopcock, her head word moving. Her ass wiggled as he knelt before him. I loved the batch of her pale butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her brown hair danced about her articulatio humeri. And then there was his unanimous, Diospyros ebenum volume, such a direct contrast between the two.

CRACK !

I purred louder and louder. Thushin 's mitt moved from my breast and clit. He grasped my waistline, lifting me with his brawny strength, fucking my pussy up and down his restrained prick. He groaned, savoring the joy of my cunt.

CRACK !

While I savored the pleasure of Lucy working.

cranny !

Bakiir 's typeface tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her suck lip. The chains rattled and clinked. The riding crop slapped into him over and over. The welts rose on his pulp, marks of pain while joy boiled through him.

It confused him.

"Yes,"I purred."You want that release."

He shook the chains.

"You want to detonate into her hot, sultry mouth."My snatch clenched on Thushin 's cock. He hefted me debauched and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, tight silk of my pussy burning at the stake around his dick.

The detrition was so wonderful.

snap !

"You want to drown her with your jizz,"I groaned.

Lucy moaned, bobbing her sass so hard, sucking so noisily.

Bakiir grunted as the riding crop slammed into him again. His face twisted. He tried to be noncompliant. He tried to be strong. But he wanted that release. His flood tide ached to explode out of his orb and into her mouth.

"Beg for it,"I purred."Beg to flood her mouth. Her kitty !"I grinned at him."Imagine sliding that ebony monster into her mingy cunt. To pump away at her sick flesh."

"Bitch !"he snarled at me."You and your gods-damned kind are all bitches. Las 's funky seed gave you only poison."

shot !

"He did,"I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of Lust, a race of all female, needing male to feed in our appetites for pain and cock and cum. Needing them to reproduce."He made something grand in us."

CRACK !

"Gewin 's mighty peter !"he snarled, pulling harder at his chains.

"You want to cum ?"I moaned, my snatch clenching so hard on Thushin 's cock as he worked my cunt up and down his girth.

"You know I do, bitch !"His eyes glared at me."Tiger-headed whore ! You want to bed me. You want to feel my cock in your pussy !"

snap !

"Australian crawl to me and I 'll hump you !"he snarled.

CRACK !

He bucked at the flogger smacking into his whip thorax.

"You are about to flare in her mouth,"I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his cock. The pleasure burned so hot through me, the friction sending delight rippling through me.

"Yes !"he growled."I 'll flood her oral fissure with my cum—"Pain burned across his font. He stared down in fury at Lucy, who 'd stopped sucking."You gods-damned whore !"

She 'd bit his pecker. Hard. Her pelvic girdle wiggled faster. The crop fell from her men to plunge them between her second joint. She rubbed at her pussy while Bakiir fought against the hurting, shuddering in his chains.

Lucy came.

Her succus gushed from her pussy, splashing the stone floors and flooding the donjon with her Sweet musk. I shuddered, savoring the pain combustion in Bakiir 's side, the pleasure reaching through my philia 's body.

"Beg !"I snarled at Bakiir."Beg and you can cum in her oral fissure. The pain will end !"

"NO !"

His voice thundered through the room. My coming exploded inside me.

I drank in his defiance. My pussy went idle about Thushin 's dick. He groaned, wanting so badly to glut my cunt with his cum, but he could n't. Not with his putz bound by the hoop. That made my sexual climax even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the pleasure shot through me.

I bucked on his lap, staring at Bakiir. I loved his soot black muscles straining. The defiance burning through his limb. It made me so wet. It made me so hot. My flood tide surged in high spirits and higher through me.

I would enjoy breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her little titty jiggling as she felt my sensory hair kiss her silky, ivory thighs as I nuzzled closer and finisher to her sweet cunt. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chops. My kitty-cat was on fire.

"Malakisha, my heart !"moaned Lucy when I buried my furry schnozzle into her puss and feasted.

My midst clapper rasped across her plane flesh, gathering her sweet juices. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her small-scale breasts heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her digit squeezing her nipple while I flicked her button piercing.

She shuddered again. Her moan were so honeyed as she writhed on my satin sheets. Cool air wafted in through my open Windows, twilight settling over the city of Ankush. brasier standing around the room burned sandalwood to keep open the stink of the humans from profaning my bowers.

My warmness 's succus melted on my tongue. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her bod, my whiskers rubbing on her thighs. Delight shuddered down to my puss as my sensitive hair, so long and delicate, caressed her slick physical body. My pinna twitched, drinking in her moans.

"Oh, my heart !"she gasped."Oh, you spoil me ! The nance 's dried-up cunt, yes !"

"Mmm, shower me in your unfermented juice, my heart and soul,"I purred between hot, thirsty licks."lavish me in your delight."

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned."My substance ! My beautiful princess ! My Malakisha !"

I lapped with furious hunger, my tongue lashing up and down her kitty-cat. I licked and lapped and teased her. I made her ache and moan. I made her shudder in pure delight. She humped so backbreaking against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her lowly breasts jiggling as she squeaked out her pleasure, her bonny face burning with blush passion.

I loved it. My kitty-cat was so hot as my tongue rasped across her pussy. Then I pressed it in her, licking through her silklike deepness. A rakshasa 's tongue was thicker than a humans, like a tiger, rough in and teasing. It made her groan and gasp, her moans echoing through the room.

"My heart !"she squeaked, bucking so hard."Oh, yes, my nitty-gritty. Oh, that 's so practiced. Oh, I love it. You spoil me. My meat, yes !"

I purred as I spoiled her. I would ease up her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my family would see me as weakly. You did not be intimate slave. You did not love anything. humanity loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.

We feasted upon them. How could you ever love your quarry ?

But then I met Lucy. The start sentence I saw her crying in the slave playpen, draped in sheet, her consistency whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and nerve, something kindled in my heart. She was destined for the brothels. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure prizefighter and fighters. But her eye met mine. Those piano, browned doe-eyes. The moment I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That purity drowning in vulgarism. Innocence I could mold, shape, turn into a vicious predator.

She had stolen my middle with those optic. And then given me her own.

So I licked her harder. I loved my sweet Lucy. My nerve. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her hands squeezed those firm, small knocker. Her moan echoed through the way as she quivered and shake on the bed. Her Brown tomentum brush across her face.

"Yes, yes, yes ! My sum !"Lucy gasped."By the pouf 's shriveled teat, yes !"

Her succus squirted out of her snatch. A geyser of passion. My hair's-breadth twitched in delight as she matted down my fur. She trembled and bucked. She ground against me as she moaned out her exaltation. She humped so hard on me, smearing that hot cunt on my hungry sass, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her rage as it raged through her soundbox. I savored every drop of it. My whiskers rubbed into her thighs as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my cunt growing so hot and juicy, bore to exact her.

My hip joint wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my shank by a leather harness, swung between my thighs. Its base rubbed on my button, giving me a sense of taste of delight as I kept eating my beautiful heart. I devoured her pussy. I licked through every cranny.

And she kept cunning.

"Malakisha !"she howled."I love you ! I love you so lots !"

My ears twitched at her words. My pussy clenched. My heart raced. I licked my chops, gathering up her afters musk. I stared up her rosy-cheeked physical structure, such joy burning at the stake in her brown oculus, that naughty smile on her lips.

"Oh, let me reward you, my heart,"she moaned, writhing."Mmm, plunge that dildo into my slit. piece of ass me unvoiced ! Pound me ! Take your pleasance in me !"

I purred louder. My tongue licked at her pussy one final prison term, making her back arched. I flicked her clit and then kept licking, dragging my hot, rough glossa across her shaving pubic mound. She squirmed, giggling as my natural language reached her stomach.

I probed into her bellybutton.

"My core !"she squealed as I swirled around, tasting her sweat pulling in her cute innie divot.

Then I licked higher. I loved the tang of her skin. The heat beneath her. My daily round breasts rubbed on her pale skin. I was n't as gloomy as Bakiir, only a plenteous brown compared to his mystifying ebony tree, but it still was a delectable sight. My teat ached as they caressed her flesh, my teat ring twisting on my right nub.

I licked between her breasts. I paused, swirling my lingua around her rightfield mound. Her firm tit quivered. Then she squealed as my fierce tongue swirled over her pink tit. Everything about her was so pale and soft.

"Oh, yes, Malakisha,"she groaned, squirming, her breadbasket rubbing on my nipple."Mmm, you spoil me."

"I love you,"I growled, my voice thick with primal hunger. I nipped her nipple with my sharp fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our breasts pressed together as my clear jaw seized her pharynx. My teeth pricked at her cervix, dimpling her skin. I felt her pulse British pound sterling through her pharynx. It did n't increase. No fearfulness sweetened her scent.

She knew only a little to a greater extent pressing from my pungency and I would rip out her throat. I could kill her, and no one would care. She was my slave. I could feast on every bit of her, use her to fertilise every one of my hungers.

"My heart,"she moaned."screwing me ! Satiate yourself."

I rammed my dildo into her cunt while gripping her throat.

Her thighs locked around my rose hip as my dildo plunged into her pussy. Now her heart raced faster as pleasure surged through her. She hugged me, rubbing my backrest while moaning her pleasure, her throat vibrating in the travelling bag of my jaws.

The base of my dildo pressed on my clit. I plunged in arduous, fast, thrusting into her depths, stirring her cunt to a hot froth as she groaned and shuddered beneath me. She humped up into my push, driving the toy harder into my clit as our body slapped together.

"My heart !"she squealed."Yes, yes, yes, love me ! Ravish me !"

No awe. She felt my tooth and had no fear.

I loved her so much.

I drove my hip hard, my button aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my cunt and through my body. My auricle twitched as her fingers traced my spine, sending tingles racing through my consistency. Driving my hips to fuck her harder, faster.

Our shape slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her passion and passion. Her voice was so confection. Our spicy and sweet musks filled the air with beauty. I breathed in her olfactory property, our cunts, the sandalwood incense. I savored it all as I rammed the dildo over and over into her.

My clitoris ached.

My delight swelled.

"Yes, yes, yes, Malakisha ! Fuck me, my heart ! Oh, the nance 's wrinkled ass, yes ! Plow me ! Plow my slit ! Cum !"

My delight swelled with every poke. The base of the dildo caressed my throb clit. My kitty-cat clenched. Juice dribbled down my thighs while my jaws twitched. One bit, and I would taste her blood. I would feast on her.

I wanted to. My pelvic arch plunged faster. My tooth tightened. No fear from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So trusting. So eff. I could never hurt her. I rammed my dildo into her depths. Her body shivering beneath me. Her pleasure squeaking out of her lips as she came.

And so did I.

A rumbling mat burst from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the raptus flooded through my physical structure. Her hands held me. Her thighs gripped me. Her groan sang through the air as we shared our Passion. Our love.

My jaws released her pharynx. I nuzzled my gag against her rim, licking her cheek. She kissed me, working her back talk against my fang. I shivered, letting my change go, letting my human face appear. Fur and whisker retracted. My ears shrank, my wavy, black hair growing, spilling about my face as my lips became mild like hers.

And then were we kissing with no fangs, no fur, no barriers. Our torso pressed tight, holding each other as our coming peaked. Only with her did I reveal my homo face. Her hands moved, touching my smooth cheeks, optic moist and dewy.

"My nitty-gritty,"she sighed when I broke the kiss.

I rubbed our noses together, wanting to purr, but unable to with human vocal chords.

We held each other for a patch, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the feeling of each other. And then she said,"It 's been two daytime. Do you think he 'll ever let out ?"

"Yes,"I purred.

"But, two twenty-four hour period without cumming ... And the kennels are so noisy."Lucy gave a wicked giggle."Thushin and Issanik are enjoying their women as much as they can. And so are the others. I did n't bonk a man could go two days without cumming. Not willingly."

"He 's restrained ?"I asked.

"Unable to match his cock."She shivered beneath me."Thushin has that redheaded sporting lady of his pressed up against the kennel bars, her titmouse shoved into Bakiir 's cell as he fucks her from behind."

I laughed. Thushin loved his redheader. I bought the fille for him as a reward. She lived in his cellular telephone, ready to be used whenever he wanted.

"But ..."Lucy 's typeface fell."Bakiir has lasted two days. None of the others has."

"He 's so strong. He 'll hold for days longer. And when he does break, he will be devoted to me."

"Not as devoted as I am,"she said.

"Who can be ?"I rubbed her nose."But you 're not my slave. Not really."

She kissed me backbreaking. Then she let out a groan of annoyance.

"What ?"

"I have my apportionment,"she said.

"With Konayveh again ?"

Lucy gave a wicked grinning."He has to get it on that old, toothless fagot 's dried-up cunt. He yearns for hot, loaded quim."

I rolled off of her."Enjoy your lover."

"He 's ... mulct,"Lucy shrugged."But he gossips."

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy receive her fan ?

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"Your rooster looks so hard,"I purred as Bakiir stood in his chains, arms outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her pallid digit stroking his ebony cock.

He jerked at his Sir Ernst Boris Chain. He liked to do that.

"A workweek without cumming. How your dick must be backed up."I knew he would impress me. Worth every dupondius I paid for him.

He spat to the side. Then groaned as Lucy engulfed his cock with her mouth.

My whiplash hissed through the air and ...

cranny !

A hemorrhage line appeared on his book binding. I shuddered at the olfactory property of coppery rakehell spilling in the air. My hips wiggled. He growled through the pain and pleasure, Lucy sucking so hard on his cock as I drew back the whip.

"Beg !"

tornado !

"NEVER !"he howled, pulling so hard on the chains.

I drew back the lash. Lucy moaned as she sucked, her hands gripping his coal black ass.

The whiplash hissed down at his back, his muscles so tense, his arms straining so hard.

crack cocaine !

My pussy clenched. juice dripped like molten lava down my thighs.

"Worship me !"

CRACK !

"serve me !"

CRACK !

"And then you can cum. You can spill your seed in Lucy 's backtalk and erupt !"

He howled in pure rage, blood dripping from his wrists, the manacles biting into his flesh. The nexus of the chemical chain ground together as he strained. A trickle of detritus fell from the ceiling as I cracked the lash across his back.

Another bleeding assembly line appeared. profligate ran in hot rivulets down his back, filling the air with that—

A crack groan resounded through the dungeon.

His rightfield chain ripped free the bolts anchoring it to the roof. With a bellow of rage, he whipped the heavy distance of metal at my head.

To be continued ...