The Rakshasa 'S Heart 2 : Knife Play
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Chapter Two : Knife child's play
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017
Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith
The chain hurtled at me, a gray-black blur. My rakshasa 's inherent aptitude snarled through me. My body sprang to the right field. I hit the rough Oliver Stone bricks of my dungeon 's floor, rolled hard. Metal struck rock'n'roll with a mighty clang behind me.
He could cave my skull in with his strength.
"My center !"Lucy screamed in terror as I came up in a crouch, the fur bristling across my case and head, my whiskers twitching as I faced the maddened Bakiir.
Such military posture. He pulled free the deadbolt from the masonry. What a girl he would breed in me. Despite the danger, or maybe because of it, my pussy was so wet as I stared at the enraged gladiator. That mighty pillar of ebony anatomy before me.
If I could tame him ...
"Mistress !"Issanik growled. My brawny Naithian slave surged forward to grapple Bakiir.
The chain cracked to the rightfield. It slammed into Issanik 's side. The man grunted. He stumbled and crashed into a shelf holding my flails. Sir Henry Joseph Wood groaned as he seized it to concord his proportionality. But the shelf toppled. A rainwater of party whip and scourges fell with Issanik as he hit the ground here and now before the shelf slammed down on top of him.
Lucy stood immobilize before Bakiir, her body trembling. Her eyes were wide-eyed with fearfulness as she stared up at the gladiator. Then they flashed to me, easygoing brownness and full of desperate Leslie Townes Hope. She needed me to salvage her from the brute.
"You have to—"she began screaming but Bakiir kicked her. Not grueling, but enough to throw her back and send her tumbling into the founder shelf. She coughed, clutching her stomach, pain sensation crossing her face.
I snarled in anger.
Thushin surged in as Bakiir reached up to his remaining hand, still manacled to the cap, and pulled out the bolt free holding the band closed. The constraint popped open, freeing him. He flicked the chain in the like movement, striking Thushin 's upraised arms.
Metal cracked on osseous tissue. Thushin grunted, but kept charging in, eager to protect me. He slammed into Bakiir 's torso, the men grappling, stumbling back. Lucy coughed again, her face twisted with veneration. She glanced at me, shaking her head.
"It 'll be ticket, my warmheartedness,"I told her, rising.
My hands deform as Thushin grunted, thrown to the dry land by Bakiir. The magnificent Halanian raised the chain to thump him. He cracked it down, bringing a grunt from Thushin. Bone snapped, my slave 's arm breaking as Bakiir raised the chain again.
He unspoiled not kill him.
I strode from the way, my knocker jiggling. Fire pumped through my nervure and juice ran down my thighs. This was so exhilarating. What a man Bakiir was. I marched out of my dungeon and into my kennels, striding past the John Cage where others of my slaves peered out, the men grasping the bars.
"Set us costless, Mistress,"they growled, eager to fight for me."We 'll protect you."
Their kennel whores, the female slaves I bought to delight them, cowered in the rear, scared, shaking. I ignored them all. I reached my armory and wrenched it unfold, revealing the wheel of swords and axis and macer and dagger, muckle of armor of all figure, the gear wheel to fit out my striver. I grabbed a long-bladed dagger. It was triangular, starting as all-inclusive as three of my fingers at the hilt and narrowing all the way to a needle-like spot. Valyan steel, all right quality, or so the merchant who sold it to me boasted.
I wheeled around and strode back to the keep, licking my furry chops.
It was chaos when I returned. Lucy screamed in the corner, cowering as Bakiir whipped his chain around, slamming it into Issanik and Thushin. My brawny striver still fought, Thushin cradling his broken arm. They struggled to close in and seize him. Then Thushin leaped on Bakiir 's rachis, his practiced arm going around the ebony-skinned man 's pharynx, squeezing hard. I gripped the dagger, poised, watching the men fight. Issanik rushed in from the front, the muscleman rippling in his flanks.
The mountain chain cracked him across the face. He snapped back and hit the ground insensate, blood spurting from his nose. I breathed it in, the deep red scent electrifying my body. I tasted the coppery pleasure 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 discontinue arm. Bakiir stumbled, ending up on his hands and knees.
I moved.
Before he could rise, I crossed the distance, springing with the speed of a rakshasa. We were predators, unlike humans. We did n't give to be trained to be grampus, we simply were. A single leap carried me behind him. I landed, the dagger moving fast as he twisted, throwing a tone over his shoulder.
And then he froze as he felt the discriminating edge pressing in his pharynx. Blood flowed. His smelled delicious.
"Do you feel death, warrior ?"I asked, my left hired hand running across his bald header, loving how quiet it was, how sheeny in the torch lightness."Can you feel it quivering against your pharynx ?"
His human face hardened.
"Yes, you can,"I purred."You 've faced her a chiliad times, have n't you ? That bitch wanting to slip away your sprightliness. 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 heart rate throbbing up the vane and into my bridge player, the frantic beat of his spirit."So you have a selection. Let her putting to death you, or surrender to me."
His jaw set.
I moved around him, keeping the dagger placed against his throat. I let it slide, cutting into flesh above his trachea. The outer layer of his hide parted, roue flowing. I let him finger the promise of death as I moved before him. He was ready to die. He was prepared for it.
I knelt, facing him eye to eye. ruby spilled over the sword, Sir Thomas More ran dark down his chest of drawers. His arm cocked, prepare to strike. I could see the computing. Could he swing his chain 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 touch sensation, and hardened. I purred, the joy rumbling up through my pharynx as I stroked him, feeling his lifetime pulse in another way as he swelled. I rubbed the spongy tip, his dick throbbing.
"You can die,"I growled, pressing the sticker just a midget bit harder, forcing him to prompt his head back."Or you can cede to the pleasure I can provide."
He did n't say a word. Stoic pride faced me. That massive resistance that had kept him fighting even when his body was scourged, even as blood ran down his eubstance from the osculation of my lash. And yet his dick was sending him that joy, that delight, that aching need to erupt.
A motivation 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 infliction. I kept him bound former sentence, ineffective to partake himself while listening to my former slave rut around him with their dog house whores.
His will was iron. But even iron bent. Especially when heated.
"Just surrender into ecstasy and let death 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 pecker throbbing in my script. He stretched out onto his backbone as I kept pushing with the dagger, his peg sliding out beneath me. I straddled him, my cunt on fire.
I brought my cunt to his severe cock, rubbing my goofball up and down his length. My clit throbbed against his hardness, my pussy lips begging to engulf every in of his girth. He was so big, so thick. All my slave were hung, but him ...
He made them appear small.
I ran my left hand up his rack up chest of drawers, crossing the small wounding, the rip sticky as it dried. I felt his muscles quivering. I kept the knife pressed to his throat, sliding my pussy up and down his cock, staring into his eyes.
"expiry or ecstasy ?"I asked him, leaning over him, my titty swaying. I ground my clit harder into his gumshoe, the pleasure rippling through me, my purr rising in my throat. My whiskers 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 clit reached the peak of his dick. I massaged the spongy head.
He let out a moan, his face twisting against the pleasure.
"look how wet I am. You can be in me. You can hump your Mistress. I 'll even let your seed release into me. You can be the father of my girl. All you have to do is love me. revere me. Then you 'll experienced rapture. You 'll be pampered. I 'll leave you womanhood. I 'll rise you up.
"Just adoration me."
I circled my rosehip, rubbing my clit across his cock 's crown, feeling it throb and twitch.
"Or you can die. I 'll slit your throat and eat your heart and that will be it. No more pleasure for you. No more prospect to fight. No more turn out your might.
"No more life."
I leaned closer and licked his backtalk with my thickly tongue, the pleasure rippling through me. My juice dripped hot from my cunt, making his shaft more and to a greater extent slippery as I ground on him. He groaned again.
"Choose. exaltation 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 clitoris throbbing on his dick. I rubbed harder."Prove you love me and worship me."
"I 'm your ... slave."A thrill went through him. Something changed in his eyes. They widened for a moment, showing all of his whites."I am your hard worker, fancy woman. I submit to you. Surrender to your pleasure."
I licked his mouth again, my knife pushing past his back talk into his mouth, tasting him as I purred louder. I shuddered, pressing my breasts to his pip chest of drawers, his sticky rakehell coating them as I slid my hips higher, the tip of his prick nudging at my cunt lips.
Then I pressed backward.
He shuddered beneath me while I yowled into our licking kiss. My optic widened, my tiger-ears vellication. His cock was so Brobdingnagian. My labia stretched and stretched and stretched to take him, to live with his girth. I trembled atop him, shivering and rubbing my breasts into his trunk. My nipple throbbed against his whipped flesh.
I took More and more of his cinch. I kept the sticker pressed to his throat as my purrs grew brassy, rumbling through my body. 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 feel the reward for your service of process ?"I asked, my pussycat clenching on his dick."Do you understand what submission gives you ?"
"Yes,"he groaned, face twisting with delight. I felt his sum thundering in his chest as I undulated my hips.
His handwriting grabbed my ass, squeezing. I rose, my Brown University bosom streaked with his blood. His chest was coated in it. I loved the thick, wet look on my tit. 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 have a go at it him hard or fast. I savored his capitulation. Finally, he was mine. And I would bask every beat of his cinch buried in my cunt that I could. I slid up him, squeezing hard with my pussy, drinking in the friction. I groaned, fighting the tan in my second joint, the ache in my muscles demanding I just impale myself as I slid slowly back down.
He groaned, breathing heavily, his pulse thudding against the edge of the knife. His hands squeezed my ass then roamed my body. I savored his strong, calloused ghost. His hands found my breasts, squeezing them as my hips moved, swirling and stirring his putz through me as I rode him.
"The poove 's sagging tits,"I groaned in pure joy."Oh, gods, this cock, my heart. This cock is amazing."
"Yes, my middle,"Lucy said, still in the corner, her heart wide, stunned by the savageness that happened. She hugged herself, tears running down her heart."Amazing cock."
poor people thing. She was n't a predator, but fair game. I loved her anyways.
But now was n't the time to solace my Lucy. Now was the time to enjoy my victory. I shuddered, working my cunt up and down his shaft faster and faster. I loved this dick in me. The cinch was so thick, stretching my snatch spread out so full. My cunt clenched on it while my joy rose hot and fast. It wanted to burst out of me. To drown me in rapture.
My boob jiggled in his inviolable workforce. He squeezed them. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my pussy. He played with my mammilla ring, 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 stopcock, impaling my snatch over and over on his hawkshaw. He stabbed so rich into me. So wonderfully recondite. My pussy ached every time I took him.
"Oh, yes, Bakiir,"I growled."Oh, you are such a warrior. Such a brawny man. You are so impressive. Never have I seen a man as impressive as you."
His work force tightened on my cheek."Nor a cleaning woman,"he growled,"as strong."
I licked my chops, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I rode him faster and faster. I plunged my pussy up and down his cinch, my clit striking his pubic bone. Wild abandon filled me now, my orgasm building so fast, begging to set off through me.
So I did n't restrain myself. My head arched back, my whiskers twitching as I rode him so fast and hard, my hips twisting and swiveling, enjoying every ounce of pleasure this rooster had to offer. I pulled the knife from his throat, surrendering to the possibleness he would kill me.
I had to recognise. Was he sincere in his submission ?
"My Mistress,"he groaned, squeezing my tits so hard as his hip bucked up. He bounced me on his cock."Seljan 's face fungus, you 're so tight."
"So hot and wet,"I groaned."I bet you just want to disgorge your seed in me."
"Yes !"he growled.
"It 's a privilege I 've granted to no other man. None have cum in my pussy. But you ... You have earned it. conduct your reward."
I slammed down his rooster, my clit striking his pubic bone. Sparks flared through me, landing on the tinder of my orgasm.
flack flared to life history. They burned hot through me. I gasped, the rapturous gage rising to my psyche, smothering me in XTC. My pussy went state of nature about his tool, spasming hard as I bucked and snarled out my euphoria.
He grunted, rose hip driving upward, our flesh smacking together again, to a greater extent Muriel Sarah Spark exploding from my clit. His hands squeezed my tits so hard. anguish burn up 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 meter. I had felt it in my ass and mouth, but never my pussy. None of my slaves had earned the right hand to breed me. But Bakiir ... My daughter would be so potent. She would be devious, cunning. It would subscribe all my strength and wits not to be murdered by her.
What a queen she would make.
"Yes, yes, yes,"I howled."By the gods, engender your Mistress !"
My twat writhed, milking his spurting hammer. I drank in the hot ejaculate, my coming growing so hot. Ecstasy whipped through me. I heaved atop him, my mat echoing through the dungeon. I drank in the exaltation.
And loved it.
"My Mistress,"he groaned as the final exam bam of his germ shot into me.
"My slave,"I groaned, bringing the dagger to my rima oris. I licked at the cold metal, tasting the crimson of his pedigree. A final shudder ran through my consistence."Oh, yes, you are mine."
I could see it in his eyes. He had surrendered. He had realized my strong suit and submitted. I owned him. It was so intoxicating. I groaned as I rose off his dick. His hot cum dribbled down my thighs as I stood over him.
"helper them to their kennels,"I told Bakiir."Then step into yours. The cadre door are enchanted. They will lock. try you are loyal. And you shall be rewarded."
"Mistress,"he groaned, rising, his bureau heaving as he stood. He went to the two men, Thushin cradling his broken arm, Issanik unconscious, maybe dead.
I moved to Lucy. I knelt down beside her, setting the dagger on the Harlan Stone. My spinal column was to Bakiir. A raging shudder shot through me. What if it was an act ? He could try to kill me right now. We would have to struggle again.
Men grunted in hurting."Got to instruct me that trick you used throwing me over your articulatio humeri,"Thushin groaned."Useful."
Bakiir grunted.
"It 's okay, my heart,"I told Lucy, caressing her binge stained boldness."I 'm alive. You do n't own to be afraid."
"I thought he would pop you,"Lucy said, staring at me with her raw, browned eyes."I ..."
"But he didn't."I nuzzled against her face, lapping up her salty bust then rubbing my fur into the silk of her skin."Risks have to be taken to conquer great wages. You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act."
Lucy 's forehead furrowed. Her eyes widened. She shivered and then she nodded, comprehension dawning."I ... understand ... my heart."
"Good,"I purred, nuzzling her again."Mmm, did he anguish you when he kicked you ?"
"Not badly."She rubbed her belly, her modest breast jiggling.
I purred out my joy and rose, Bakiir 's cum dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my heart 's brown hair, pulling her face to my kitty-cat."It was so hot finally enjoying him. You have to savor him mixed with me."
Lucy did n't combat. She loved me too much to ever balk me. Her grimace nuzzled into my pussy. Her Brown heart stared up at me. I shivered at the warmth in them as her clapper licked through my cum-filled folds, gathering Bakiir 's jizz out of me.
It was so exciting to share this with her, the rage of a man finally worthy to engender me. My pith raced as I undulated my coxa, grinding my pussy on her hot sass. Her glossa licked again, exploring into my sheepcote, searching out for all Bakiir 's jizz in me and eating it.
"How does he sample ?"I asked, my voice so throaty.
Her nose nuzzled my clit as she moaned,"Wonderful. So salty but mixed with your spiciness. Mmm, and you know I love your spice, my heart."
It was wonderful to get word the throaty love paying back, to feel the tension melt out of her a she licked again."Yes, I do sleep with how much you love it."
Her natural language licked again, flicking out and sliding through my snatch. She brushed my button, making me shiver. A new pleasance built in me, something gentler than the raging passion Bakiir 's cock had churned through my cunt.
This was loving. Caring. This was the depths of emotion my Lucy gave me. She did n't just worship my pussy, she loved it. Loved me. It sent such a warm tingle racing through my body, rising from my kitty-cat, making my toes curl, my mamilla ache, and my essence beat.
"Oh, idol, yes, make out me, Lucy,"I purred, her tongue probing abstruse into my kitty."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 stimulate up my kitty-cat. She could still spend a penny me shiver and moan, my flesh clenching on her tongue as the imperativeness swelled and swelled. Her lenify organ lapped through my depths, her lip nuzzling into my labia.
My clit ached as she swirled her glossa around it, caressing it. Her lips latched on, sucking hard. My intact body convulsed, my dark-brown tits heaving. I howled, licking my chops as I savored her tongue stirring the pleasure through my body.
"Oh, my heart, you subdued him,"she moaned between moving picture of my clitoris."You dominated him."
"I did,"I groaned.
"You took that prick !"A shudder ran through him."Oh, that must let 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 tongue swirling, circling. I groaned and gasped, spasming as she licked and pick and take in. Her bridge player grasped my ass, pulling my snatch 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 depth. She sucked on my labia. She drove me wild. I gasped, my script holding tight to her silky, brown hair's-breadth. I ground on my Secaran hard worker 's brim, on my love 's licking tongue.
And came.
rapture flooded through my eubstance. I drank it in. I loved every moment of it. It swayed through me. I groaned and gasped, my ass clenching beneath her digit as my juice flooded her loving mouth. She drank them down as the heat from my orgasm made me feel so light.
"Oh, my heart, yes,"I groaned."Oh, god, thank you for sending her to me."
Her finger dug into my ass, her backtalk sucking so hard at my convulsing pussy.
"Thank you !"
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The side by side day, I sat beneath the silk pavilion in the preparation court of the ziggurat. The great, crimson tiers of the palace rising like massive steps behind me. Before me were the training sands, pristine T. H. White to show off any parentage spilled. It was hot, but two of my dog house whores stood on either side of meat of me, their au naturel bodies oiled as they wafted enceinte fans of peacock feathers, providing me a cool delight.
Lucy knelt before me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh as I lapped at my chilled wine-colored, holding the wide dish antenna in my left hand. I wore my sari, my redress white meat on display, showing off my gold nipple annulus and condition as a rakshasa princess.
Who else would sit here with slave in attendance watching the sparring ?
Bakiir was training my hard worker, Issanik and Thushin in the lead. I had sent for priests of Gewin to bring around my hard worker after Lucy cleaned my pussy last Night. Issanik was close to decease. The priest said he would have died from swelling in the brain.
Which only made me wetter for Bakiir.
It was such a treat to watch his oiled, naked body beneath the harsh noon sun as he led my former hard worker through their steel conformation. It made me so wet to see them all, but he was the precious stone among them. That Diospyros ebenum skin ...
My button throbbed. I contemplated having Lucy figure out my pussy when my pinna twitched. The audio of armored men approached. I sniffed the air, smelling sweat and leather and iron. Along with the scent of a rakshasa.
Kushini.
My first cousin strode past me in leather pants, wearing her sword. 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 realise how to use proxies. She liked cunning.
"I see you house-trained your purchase,"Kushini purred, taking her seat on the other side of meat of the small-scale table, her hard worker spreading around her. She did n't impart any fans but sat like the day 's heat did n't nark her."Only took a week."
I did n't surface to the barb."You can not belt along a skipper when forging a brand, neither can you rush a schoolma'am when breaking a slave."
"breakage,"she said, licking her chop shot."Is that why you had non-Christian priest summoned to your kennel and workmen to your dungeon ? Because something broke ?"
I turned my headland, 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 poor thing. Your pussy must just be dying for a genuine cum."
"My cunt is fed often enough,"she hissed back. Her helping hand falling down to her sword.
Disgraceful.
"Is it ?"I asked."You do know the man 's supposed to do the stabbing, not the adult female. And with their cocks."
Her handwriting pulled back from her sword."My men sleep with how to handle their cocks."She reached beneath the loincloth of one of her striver, an impressive Thlinian with red hide wearing a breastplate and crackling. She stroked his dick beneath it, the man 's nerve twitching, his armor creaking."Do n't you ?"
"Yes, kept woman,"the striver groaned, his cock tenting his loincloth.
"Are you going to jazz him right here to prove a point ?"I asked my cousin, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh, Malakisha, you have that little prostitute lick your pussy before me all the time,"Kushini said.
"Because you do n't want to get into this contest, cousin."I licked my chop shot."looking 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 ..."
"trust me, dear cousin, you would fall behind that contest."
"Yes,"she said, such envy."How often to rent him for the nighttime ?"
I gave her a sharp smell."Rent ? Why cousin, what are you saying ?"
Kushini just licked her chops."That we are the only two princesses in the palace with any real perceptiveness. None of the other fancy woman saw the value in Bakiir. But we did."
I gave her a bookish look. Was she broaching an alliance ? Interesting.
"Unlike your female parent ?"I said casually. Rushina, Kushini 's mother, was heir. If aged nance Adroyna died today, Rushina would sit upon the commode and Kushini would be one step closer to the prize we all lusted for.
"Unlike my female parent,"agreed Kushini.
"Why do n't you spar with Bakiir,"I told her."Practice your blade. See his skill. Then we can ... negotiate the expiation of your little pussy."
"While I 'm all hot and bothered ?"She laughed."You are brutal, cousin."
I took another lap of my chilled vino as she stood, my idea considering the possibilities of an bond.
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"How was Kushini ?"I asked Bakiir that evening when we entered my fourth part, my entourage following. The fan daughter moved with submission to the kennel, knowing their place. My Male striver stood in the room, waiting for commands.
"She was ... agile,"Bakiir admitted. Kushini had screamed her head off when Bakiir fucked my cousin. I could hear her through the bulwark as I lapped my wine-coloured on the education grounds.
"commodity. And the entire palace heard her."Which was wonderful. That would be utile."Issanik stay, the rest period, to the kennel. You did good today. Fuck your whores hard."
My brawny striver grinned at me, murmuring,"Yes, Mistress."
They were all so felicitous, like minuscule boys eager to please their mothers. Or so I was told. Rakshasa 's only had girl. It would probably be so much prosperous if we had sons as well. Daughters were ... capricious.
"Bakiir, Lucy has been staring at your cock with such lustfulness,"I purred, licking my chops.
Lucy shuddered, her finger playing with her gold button ring. She nodded her head, her eyes locked on the peter, still wet with my first cousin 's succus. Oh, yes, Kushini would be so utilitarian. Ideas bubbled in my mind.
"Fuck her !"
"Yes, schoolma'am,"Bakiir grinned, staring at the nubile, pale strain 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 kitty, her slit still Virgin tight."I need that big, black dick in me, Bakiir. It was torture 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 mesomorphic body still gleaming.
"salt lick my ass and finger my cunt while I watch,"I purred.
"Yes, fancy woman,"he groaned.
I turned away from him, staring at the bed as Bakiir grabbed Lucy 's thighs. He shoved her legs farther apart, almost making her do the splits. But she was a supple female child. She just moaned with a lecherousness I knew all too well. That cock was amazing. Her pale work force grasped his midst, ebony tree girth, bringing it to her pussy.
With a grunt, Bakiir rammed his cock into her body. Her ivory shape shuddered, her pussy lips stretching so obscenely wide to take in that cinch. Her groan of pleasance made my centre pulse so fast. It was so wonderful 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 vast putz in me !"
"Seljan 's beard !"grunted the Halanian brute, his sinewy ass clenching as he drove his cock over and over into my buff 's pussy."Such a soaked cunt. God, you are hot and molten."
"And you are hung. Pater 's cock, yes !"
My pussycat dripped juice down my thighs as I watched. I shuddered as Issanik pressed in behind me, his bewhisker impudence rubbing into my butt-crack. I groaned as he licked at my asshole, his tongue swirling around while his warm handwriting slid around my waist, reaching for my pussy.
Rough fingers found my snatch. He rubbed up and down them, caressing my folds, making me shudder in virgin delight. Then two thick fingerbreadth penetrated my cunt. He drove them deep, fucking them hard as he rimmed my asshole.
Pleasure rippled through me.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt !"howled Lucy, thrashing beneath Bakiir 's mighty soma, ramming his cock so deep into her twat over and over."Just plow me."
"Enjoy him, my ticker,"I purred, my pelvis swiveling, loving Issanik 's tongue lapping at my shit, his reed organ swirling around my puckered opening.
He was such a subservient man.
"I am, my meat,"Lucy moaned."Oh, gods, I am. This hammer ! It 's a Creator cock ! Pater must be his father ! Yes, yes, yes !"
I shuddered the pleasure shooting through me as I watched my lovely 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 quiver and shudder.
It was so hot to watch. I licked my chop again, trembling and groaning. My snatch drank in the plunge of Issanik 's fingers, my prick delighting in his spit. My centre were so hot as they watched my slave and buff fuck.
"Take it, you piddling whore,"Bakiir growled."Take my cock. carry it in your tight cunt."
"Yes, yes, yes,"Lucy howled over and over, bucking beneath him."photoflood me. Unleash 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 pussy clenched down so heavy on his finger, the fires burning hotter and hotter. He stoked them with his tongue, his fingers.
Such an obedient slave.
Bakiir 's intemperate clump thwacked over and over into my slave, so wax of his cum. I licked my chopper again, staring at them. A hot shudder ran through my body. My shit 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 mind if she even heard what I said, so befuddled to her pleasure.
Juices gushed out of her cunt, squirting along his cock. She bucked so violently beneath his sight. She was so diminutive, so frail, so inexperienced person beneath the ebony slave. And yet she took his powerful thrusts. She took his pecker without breaking.
And loved it.
"Cum in her !"I snarled.
"Yes, schoolma'am,"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 kitty-cat just this sunrise, that hot delight surging into me, spilling his semen through my womb.
Maybe quickening a girl in me.
I rubbed my belly, my cunt clenching so hard on Issanik 's finger. juice dribbled out of me. I trembled, watching Bakiir 's muscular back arch as he flooded my Lucy with all that yummy cum. A thirstiness 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 for certain you get the choicest deletion of meat for your dinner."
He groaned, rolling off my now flushed and panting Lucy. Her wooden leg were still bedspread wide, her purulent gaping undefendable, the pixilated seal ruined. Cum dribbled out, thick and salty. Its scent filled the air, miscellaneous with her sweet musk.
"Issanik,"I groaned,"for your valor cobbler's last night, you may bed my ass while I lap my slave clean."
"Yes, Mistress,"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 optic, Lucy watched me, her hands playing with her navel, her small boob rising and falling, quivering with her excitement.
I stretched out on my script and knees, crawling towards her. The aroma of sweetness snatch and salty cum filled my keen nose. I leaned down, lapping my rough out tongue through her folds. She squealed in delight, her eubstance convulsing as my tongue lapped up the delicious mix.
"Oh, my affectionateness,"she mewled, her script 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 arse polished with his spit, ready for his pecker. He placed that boneheaded girth against my arse. He was n't as big as Bakiir—what would he sense like in my asshole—but he would still make me oink 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 backbreaking stopcock rammed hard into my bowels. Balls smacked into my taint while his fork slapped my ass. I shuddered, my prick combustion around his cock. Heat surged through me, compelling me to lap harder and harder at Lucy 's pussy.
"Oh, yes, my tenderness,"groaned Lucy, her pelvic girdle humping against my furry muzzle."Oh, I love your tongue in me. It 's the best."
"Mmm, and you taste so wonderful seasoned with such salty cream."
She gave a wicked giggle."There 's even more deep inside me, my heart."
"Let 's find out."
Lucy gasped, her body bucking as my farseeing, duncish tiger-tongue reached so bass into her pussycat. When I turned into a broad human being, something I only did when alone with Lucy, my tongue could reach only one-half as deep into her angelical astuteness. It was so rattling to find so a lot of her pussy walls about my glossa, to feel her squirm and gasp and moan, shuddering in delight as I lapped at her.
And there was so much of Bakiir 's salty cum buried in her depth. I savored it, gathering out the pleasant-tasting jizz seasoned with her unfermented cream while Issanik plowed my shit hard, grunting with every wonderful thrust.
Heat burned in my bowels as my slave fucked me. It met the turmoil he had built while I watched Lucy and Bakiir writhe. My orgasm swelled so hot and fast through me, my coxa wiggling, bucking back into his powerful thrusts as I lapped and licked and cleaned my Lucy of all her cum.
"My heart,"she squealed, her pussy contracting as my rough tongue bathed her depths."Yes, yes, yes ! The queen 's saggy tits and dried-up cunt, I love you !"
I licked harder, my bowels clenching on Issanik 's intemperate cock plunging so deep and hard.
"I love you so much !"she howled, grinding against my gun muzzle, my whiskers rubbing on her hot thighs.
Juices dripped down my thighs, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. The firing raging in my bowels, sparked by my slave 's great dick, rushed towards my cunt. An Hell roared, blazing through my nethers and filling my body with rapture.
My pussycat spasmed.
I yowled and snarled into Lucy 's pussy.
My orgasm surged rapture through me.
My gut writhed around Issanik 's thrusting cock.
He grunted, fucking me firmly, driving his dick so late and grueling into my asshole. to a greater extent and more fire burst from my ass, raging through my dead body. I shuddered, my natural language lapping so fast and oceanic abyss into Lucy 's pussy.
She squirmed and groaned. Her moans sang out through the room. She thrashed on the bed, squirming, groaning, drunkenness in the rapture. Her moan 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 flood of her pussy cream as my orgasms rippled over and over through my body. My arse spasmed about Issanik 's thrusting cock. My slave grunting, groaning as he pumped his cock over and over into my depths.
"Cum in her prick !"howled Lucy."Do it ! Flood her ass !"
"Yes !"Issanik groaned, ramming his pecker into me.
And then I shivered, feeling my slave 's jizz pumped into the depths of my gut. Hot and potent blasts splashing against my asshole 's velvety bulwark. I groaned, my slit still spasming, juice flooding down my thighs.
"Oh, my heart, you are such a hoarded wealth,"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 neck. Not hard. I did n't get through her hide, but I could finger her pulsation. She did n't originate scared. She knew I could drink down 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 donjon."Eat my slit. You were such a naughty slave. Fucking Kushini."
Never mind I sent him to her and he brought me back her gold. I still savored punishing him. It was the 3rd time in the final two weeks she 'd rented him. Already, rumour buzzed about Kushini 's whorish appetite for Bakiir. The former princesses sniggered behind her back.
The perfect cover.
"So naughty,"he groaned, devouring my pussy so hard. His strong lips digging into my folds, his glossa thrusting into my juicy depths.
I cracked the flail across his rachis. He grunted, newly welts puckering across his large-minded back. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing so hard as he ravished me. I stared down at his ebony face between my Robert 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 burst into the room."My mettle !"
"Lucy ?"I blinked."Did Konayveh ... ?"My words trailed off. She would not be in such a terror if her lover had canceled their tryst. I encouraged my Lucy to seduce the slave of others in the regal family to acquire secrets and spread my own disinformation.
Konayveh was king Adroyna 's favorite boy toy, the sea captain of her bodyguard."What happened ?"
"poof Adroyna is dead,"Lucy breathed."She died having sex with one of her hard worker. Konayveh said her heart and soul gave out."
I smiled at the tidings of my granny 's expiry. Everything would deepen. And that meant opportunity."We need to make plans."
I stared down at Bakiir, his lips stained with pussy succus. Heat surged through me. The real fun was about to begin.
To be continued ...