Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to just rip out her throat right now, too. Not with his cock bound by the ring. My hand trailed across his ebony flesh, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Kushini tensed then let out a purring moan as Henyak’s trident crashed into Bakiir’s shield, wooden splinters flying. “Malakisha!” she howled. “NEVER!” he howled, pulling so hard on the chains. “Mmm, I can give you pleasure.” She rubbed the palm of her hand into the tip of his dark dick, her pale ass wiggling. She knew only a little more pressure from my bite and I would rip out her throat. I breathed, my sense of smell enhanced in my Rakshasa form. The walls were unrelieved stone. “Interested in blood yourself?” Kushini gave me a side-long glance. Loved her. I love you so much!”
My ears twitched at her words. I strode forward. Fast, quick thrusts, driving Bakiir back. He filled me with his girth. I rubbed our noses together, wanting to purr, but unable to with human vocal chords.
