The Rakshasa’s Heart
Chapter Three: The Rakshasa’s Whip
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

Queen Adroyna was dead. My grandmother. The longest-lived queen in Naith’s history. She had fended off assassination plots from aunts, from cousins, from sisters, and from her own daughters. She had drenched the Ziggurat in the blood of rakshasas to gain and maintain her clawed grasp on the queendom.

And now she was dead. Of natural causes.

Just thinking about it sent a horny wave of desire through me. A need to feel cum pumping into my womb, to bear that strong daughter of Bakiir. What a human he was. A warrior. A fighter. A killer. What a daughter he would give me. What a queen she would make.

What a threat to my very life. She would make me keep my claws sharp. My pussy grew even hotter.

I seized Bakiir’s shaved head, pulling his ebony face between my brown thighs. I groaned as he nuzzled and licked, as his tongues slid through my hot folds. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling and swaying, my nipples throbbing as I stared at Lucy.

What wondrous news she brought me. Everything would change. The entire balance in the palace would be thrown into chaos. And that meant opportunity. Plotting, intriguing, advancing. Carving out more power.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, my pussy already on fire from his first round of pussy licking. I cracked the flogger on his back, loving the stinging crack, his stoic grunt muffled by my cunt. “We have such plans to make.”

“Yes, my heart,” Lucy moaned, her hands rubbing her naked body, her fingers sliding down to her shaved pussy. She found her gold clit piercing, her mark as a royal slave, and tugged on it, twisting her little nub. She shuddered. “So many plans.”

CRACK!

The thudding smack, the grunt, the pleasure of Bakiir’s tongue sliding through my pussy lips shook me. My orgasm swelled so fast in my core. My juices smeared across his dark cheeks. His hands gripped my ass, so strong and rough, manly hands. Warrior hands. Yes, he would breed such a daughter in me.

My hips undulated faster and faster. I ground my clit against his lips, sparks shooting through me. My tongue licked my muzzle, brushing my whiskers, feeling my sharp fangs. I growled and yowled, the pleasure rippling through me as I came closer and closer to my explosion.

His lips found my clit. He sucked.

I came.

My pussy spasmed. Rapture burned through me. I gasped and convulsed. I shuddered on him, my entire body heaving as the pleasure of his licking surged through me. My eyes fluttered. His tongue was so amazing. So deliciously wicked. He stirred me to a froth. He made me ache and groan.

I gripped the flogger hard, cracking it down on his back as the rapture growled through me.

“Yes!” I snarled. “The queen’s aged tits, yes!”

Juices flooded out of me and into his hungry mouth. Lucy moaned nearby, tugging on that gold piercing. Her brown eyes fluttered as she let out such wanton moans. Her pale body glistened, adorned in sweet oils, her nipples so pink.

My pleasure boiled through my mind. But I needed more. I cracked my flogger one final time, eliciting one final grunt from my slave. He squeezed my ass hard, pulling me tight against his lips as he devoured my cunt.

Then I pulled away from him, my body still trembling. I crawled on to the bed, glancing at my heart. Lucy smiled as I knelt on my bed, wiggling my hips. She jumped and landed beside me, her petite body moving with her lithe, youthful grace. She stretched out before me, spreading her thighs, the sweet musk of her pussy filling my nose, mixing with the rose of her oils.

“Fuck me, Bakiir,” I snarled. “Ram that cock into your mistress’s cunt! Breed such a daughter in me!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, so full of all that strength I had tamed and mastered.

I buried my muzzle between Lucy’s legs. I loved how she squirmed and giggled, my whiskers tickling her inner thighs. Then my muzzle reached her pussy. My ears twitched as I lapped my wide, rough tongue across her cunt. Her squirms turned into trembles, her giggles transmuting into moans of pure delight.

“My heart,” moaned Lucy as my tongue battered her clit piecing. Her hands slid up her oiled body to her glistening tits, squeezing those small mounds. “Oh, you spoil me.”

“Mmm, I love to spoil my heart,” I purred as Bakiir’s strong hands seized my hips. “Especially when being fucked.”

“Yes, you eat my pussy out with such ardor,” Lucy groaned. “Oh, my heart, yes!”

I feasted on her pussy as Bakiir’s thick cock nudged at the folds of my hot cunt. He stirred his ebony shaft up and down my slit. And then he rammed into me with a might grunt, a warcry as he did battle with my pussy. He stabbed so deep, his spear impaling into my pussy. I groaned, savoring his prowess. He stretched my flesh apart, the friction burning hot, tingling through my body and making me purr louder.

The joy rumbled out of my throat as I licked and lapped at my lover’s pussy. My sweet slave. My heart. I devoured her pussy. My tongue lathered up and slit, caressing her pussy folds, diving into her depths for a moment. I gathered her cream, savoring it, while Bakiir thrust over and over.

“Fuck my heart,” moaned Lucy, her hips twitching. Her hands squeezed her breasts harder, jiggling her small mounds as much as she could. “Just pound her! Breed her!”

“I will,” growled Bakiir, pounding me so hard, savoring his reward. “Seljan’s beard, what a cunt!”
“A rakshasa’s cunt!” I growled. “Better than any human’s!”

“Yes, Mistress.” He thrust harder, his balls smacking into my clit. I shuddered, my triangular tiger-ears twitching.

I drove my tongue deep into Lucy’s pussy, swirling around as my slave pounded me. My round breasts swung beneath me, my hips bucking. I clenched around his dark girth. The friction burned so hot through me, driving me closer and closer to exploding on his dick.

He impaled so deep into me. His spear so thick and long. I growled and snarled as I feasted on my heart’s sweet pussy. I made her tremble and gasp. Her fingers seized her pink nipples, stretching them, pulling on them, making such wonderful moans of delight as she groaned and gasped.

“Gods,” grunted Bakiir, burying his cock harder and harder into my burning depths. “By the gods, Mistress!”

“Cum in her!” howled Lucy, bucking so hard, trembling on the bed, my tongue lapping at her pussy, driving her wild.

I loved the sweet taste of her cunt while having my pussy so thoroughly fucked. Bakiir’s huge cock buried over and over into me. Every thrust sent a wave of euphoria through me. My purring grew louder and louder, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I drank in the friction, so eager for another rapturous explosion.

His hands tightened on my hips. His heavy balls thudded so hard into my clit. He growled. He grunted. My mighty slave rammed his huge cock into the depths of my fertile pussy. And exploded in me.

Hot cum spurted into my depths.

His fecund seed fell upon my fertile soil.

I came.

I snarled into Lucy’s pussy. I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, swirling it around, the rough texture assaulting her inner walls. She gasped and shuddered as my own snatch went wild about Bakiir’s dick. I massaged his cock, milking out the cum while the tsunami of rapture swept through my body and reached my mind.

“My heart!” squealed Lucy, cumming on my tongue.

Her pussy spasmed about my tongue, her juices flooding my hungry mouth, as ecstasy consumed me. My cunt milked Bakiir’s dick, eager for every drop of his jizz. He grunted behind me, shuddering as he emptied his balls into my depths.

“Oh, yes, Malakisha,” howled my lover. “Oh, thank you!” She bucked, spasming, feeling the same euphoria as me.

I shuddered, drinking it in, savoring Bakiir’s cock in me. He began to soften now. Spent. I shivered, lifting my muzzle, fur soaked with Lucy’s sweet juices, my every breath full of her scent. I looked over my shoulder at my brawny warrior.

“Retire to your cell,” I snarled.

“Mistress,” he panted, his ebony body glistening with sweat.

I shuddered as he withdrew his cock from my depths, clamping my pussy tight to hold his cum in. He stepped off the bed and sauntered with that dangerous grace of a warrior to the kennel. I shivered, rolling over onto my back, Lucy already scampering around on the bed, so full of energy.

“So Rushina will be queen now,” Lucy said, settling between my thighs. She leaned down, her soft, brown hair brushing my thighs as she nuzzled into my cum-filled pussy.

“Yes,” I purred as she took a long, slow lick through my folds, gathering Bakiir’s cum leaking out. “Unless she bungles it.”

“Well, she did produce Kushini,” she giggled. “So, clearly she can bungle things.”

I let out a pleased laugh as she licked her tongue through my folds again. I shuddered, feeling her tongue gather Bakiir’s cum out of my depths, hearing her moans of delight as she savored it. I ran my right hand through her hair, stroking her, savoring her, loving her.

“What will you do?” Lucy asked.

“Well, it’s time for our new ‘friendship’ with Kushini to pay dividends,” I purred. “She’s heir now, and she’ll have more power. Power she’ll be willing to give to such a useful cousin as me.”

Lucy licked again. “It’s a shame you can’t be queen.”

I shivered, sucking in a breath. Her tongue twirled around my clit. “Yes, yes, a shame. But gaining Kushini’s favor is a start.”

“Why do that?” Lucy looked up at me, her eyes hard. “Take the queendom now. Rushina isn’t secure in her rule.”

“I’m further down the succession line.”

“Not if you’re bold.” She grinned at me. “Risks have to be taken to seize great rewards. You cannot be afraid.