The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One

... inflaming her more. Phillipa's period had just ended. Phillipa was disappointed. She wanted to carry Britney's child. But it wasn't time. Rakshasas went into heat only once or twice in their lives. Britney did not expect that to happen for a few more years. Then she would take Phillipa hard and plant a baby in her belly. Another Rakshasa. A daughter to serve Kyle's heir. “Where are your supplies?” Britney hissed, tearing off her own blouse and shoving her pantaloons down. She set Waterclaw on the floor, its blue light undulating around the room. “Ishtar, return to your servant the items she left in your care,” Phillipa chanted, her jade amulet flashing green between her breasts. A chest swirled into being at Britney's feet. “What a useful spell.” Britney bent down and opened up the chest. The first item she grabbed was the hemp rope. The fibers were rough; they would irritate Phillipa's flesh—her mate wanted this to be as painful as possible. Britney loved her so much. The Rakshasa grabbed the thick butt-plug, tapered to a point, and shoved it up Phillipa's ass without any lube. Phillipa moaned in pain, her juices trickling out of her shaved pussy. Britney couldn't resist taking a swipe with her tongue, savoring Phillipa's tart pussy. Then Britney grabbed the rope. Phillipa knew how to move so Britney could tie her up, wrapping her beautiful body with complicated loops of rope. She had long been a fan of shibari, Japanese rope bondage. Phillipa's breasts were bound, forcing ...

... them into two bulging mound, then Britney wrapped another rope through Phillipa's groin, pulling it tight through the crack of her ass and across her pussy. Her labia engulfed the rope, soaking the fibers. Her mate looked so beautiful tied up. Britney grabbed the nipple weights. They were quite heavy. Phillipa was bound in a kneeling position, her hands tied to her knees, her squeezed tits hanging beneath her. She screamed as Britney attached the first weight, the clamp biting into her nipple, the weight stretching out her tit. “Remember the first time I clamped you,” Britney whispered, attaching the second weight. “You screamed so beautifully.” “I do, Mistress,” Phillipa smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. “That was such a magical night. I loved every second of it, even if I couldn't admit.” Britney's cock thrust hard in front of her. She grabbed Phillipa's face and thrust her cock deep into her mouth. She grabbed the flogger, the tails made of fine links of chain, and brought it down hard on her mate's pale ass. Phillipa's muffled screams vibrated around her cock as Britney brought the flogger down over and over, striping Phillipa's ass in red welts. She thrust harder into her mate's mouth, her breasts bouncing and the flogger snapping. “Your ass is so beautiful welted red!” panted Britney, bringing the flogger down again. The clinking smack was so satisfying. “My beautiful, submissive whore!” Phillipa's tongue worked on her cock, her tear-filled eyes looking up at Britney ...