The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Four : The Rakshasa 's sum
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the zikkurat, my men at my spinal column, armed, armour. demise was in the air. The future promised blood and violence. My pap were hard as my purple sari whisked against my second joint. succus dribbled down my legs. My heart, my dear Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown whisker bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled emotional, too. eagre. She was set to find me usurp the Queendom, to extol my posture before my sisters and cousins, my aunts and nieces. I would claim the bloody throne and take a leak it mine.

I just had to kill Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so lots blood. I licked my chops, my vibrissa twitching in anticipation.

hard worker gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the shadow. They knew improve than to be around the royals when they"flexed claws."Family politics were so savage in the Ziggurat. It honed you into strength, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced lifetime, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was gladiolus I had her support and dear. My heart marched at my slope. My men trooped at my cover. Bakiir strode in their steer. He would cut up my way to the commode. I would miss men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

But they all could die so long as I gained the prize.

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the corner. She did n't wear a sari but her leather pant. She left both her mamilla bared, her right nipple pierced by the same gold ring that I had. Her hips swayed, her blade swing at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

"So you had the courage after all, Malakisha,"she purred.

I inclined my headspring, not bothering to even receipt the insult."Shall we pay call to your dear mother."

Kushini licked her chops. She was excited, both teat hard, her whiskers quivering."I am so eager to see her tonight. I am such a duteous daughter."

My purr rose in my throat as I turned, nodding to my ebony slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking orders at Kushini 's striver. They obeyed. The men broke into a trot, rushing past Kushini, Lucy, and me as they pounded through the corridors. We followed after, the men 's gear mechanism jingling as they raced up the step to the pinnacle of the ziggurat where Rushina waited in the throne elbow room, surrounded by those whorish women she thought would protect her.

"Soon, you 'll be queen,"I purred to Kushini. For all of a few heartbeats.

Her manus played with the hilt of her blade. For a moment, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... direct manner ? No. Not even Kushini was so crass as to try that. And if she thought I was defenseless, she was mistaken.

I would shoot down her throat out, blade or no sword.

My sari whisked as we hurried up the stairs after our men. My ears were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale phone of combat. A woman let out a admonition cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's escort. She thought buying female slaves and training them to fight would give her a great safety since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no thing how skilled, could match my striver. They were big, brawny men. Size and pass on made far Thomas More of a difference in combat than manual dexterity and practice. Especially with how hone my men were at combat, equally as adept as Rushina 's whore-guards.

Blood scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my cousin. We gained the top of the stairs, bursting out on the antechamber before the throne room. Crimson slicked the flooring. Swords rang on sword. Women were on the undercoat, bleeding, groaning, limbs severed as our hard worker pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the women, laying into them with his mighty sweeps of his sword. He reached the doors, throwing them open up onto the throne elbow room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

roue soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the entrance hall, Lucy 's bare feet padding on the gummy blood. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt defenseless. The honest-to-goodness rakshasa stood with imperial beard grace as she faced the butchery, watching her female person guards being butchered.

There were many of the adulteress. They pressed in on my men.

Henyak went down, a blade through his gut. He fell onto his hands and stifle, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a hard swing on his neck. The blade cut deep, his read/write head held on only by his spur. lineage spurted as my slave crashed drained to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic bravery as Bakiir slew her safety device. My slaves hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a woman in the abdomen, spilling her bowels like blue ropes across the ground. Blood streamed from a cut down his back, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the wake of our men. The dwindling female person guard fell back to their fancy woman, collapsing into a shrinking tintinnabulation about her. Bakiir growled his orders, swinging his sword over his head, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's slave, bleeding from a his second joint, his center rolled back into his promontory. A stab of gratification dead reckoning through Lucy 's fragrance as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"Daughter,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so strong now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her sentry go right here on the bloody floor, to roll in the Al Gore as she writhed in passion.

"And affectionately Malakisha."

"Noble aunt,"I nodded, giving the heir due deference for her poise.

Bakiir 's blade stabbed into the catgut of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in painfulness, parentage bubbling from her sass. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to strike down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger head, exposing her pharynx. Accepted that she had lost.

I tensed. Here came the betrayal.

Kushini moved faster than I expected. The rakshasa sprang forward, snarling out in madness. Her brand Panax quinquefolius as it slid from her scabbard. The phone reached Bakiir 's capitulum. He turned to defend himself.

Kushini 's brand slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the aloofness so fast. My favourite slave, the solitary man I had found worthy enough to breed my daughter, died, his essence destroyed by Kushini 's expert thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly gimp digit. His eyes found mine. I saw it in his eyes. Shock. nonstarter. He had wanted to delight me.

I would escape him. But his death was worth this sacrifice.

Issanik cursed, his blade taking one of Kushini 's striver in the neck before a spear wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the charge with Bakiir, had taken the sorry of the wounds dispatching Rushina 's whore-guards. Now Kushini 's men hit them from behind, running them through, butchering all the slave I had spent geezerhood cultivating.

My center hammered in my pharynx. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playing on her lips. She gave me a elusive nod of her oral sex then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my schoolma'am !"

Her words were gaudy, piercing, reaching through the corridors.

Kushini yanked her bloody blade from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, arms spread limp, blood pooling across his soot black flesh. I watched Kushini gradation over his consistence, approaching her female parent. My men were all utter now. Two-thirds of Kushini 's also. But that still gave her five men, their weapons all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

"fountainhead, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, pride in her voice. Any female parent would be so thrilled to see a daughter grown strong.

And then something I had n't expected happened. Kushini knelt before her female parent and said,"Malakisha wanted to kill you, mother. But I heard about the plot in meter to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock was clear. Her promontory cocked, looking around, trying to estimate out her daughter 's game."What a ... loyal daughter you are, Kushini. kill your cousin for her treason."

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A chill ran through her. She rose and turned to face me, Bakiir 's roue dripping from her sword. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen woman. She tensed on the clump of her feet. I faced my cousin, my spirit pound. Fear twisted through my tum. My spike pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to prod me in the dorsum after I killed my female parent,"Kushini said, advancing on the egg of her bare feet, slicked by line of descent."You thought you could use me to pop my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my Death, I would face it with all the gracility and self-respect of my post in the world."Though I 'm offend. Too scared to claim the pot for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the commode,"she purred."mother will need me to protect her. I 'll whisper in her ear. She 'll do whatever I say while she draws the bravo. Not me."

I inclined my foreland."well played."

Armor jingled. iron heel thumped. Louder.

"But, I am afraid, I knew of your treachery,"I continued.

"Because your little whore told you."Kushini let out a growling laugh."Everyone in the zikurat knows you love her, Malakisha. That you are so weak you love a homo female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so smart, so cunning, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that lilliputian adulteress with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

The words stung. I did n't give care."So what if you know she 's my heart and soul,"I said."She 's the grounds I 'll be queen."

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The charge steps thundered louder.

"Do n't you hear your dying coming, cousin ?"I asked.

Men burst into the pot room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal precaution of dead Queen Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all strong, and all mine.

"I made arrangements,"I said as they rushed charged past me at her men."Lucy won me their hearts."

It was such a marvellous moment to see Kushini raise her steel to parry Konayveh 's brutish golf stroke. The other royal stag safety crashed into her men. The fight was brutal, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing strong, now flinched back. She had come to the actualisation she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whip was too much for her poise to withstand.

She cracked, proving her weak. Unworthy to concord the throne.

I licked my chops, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's powerful stab while her men died behind her. The five were outnumbered. They killed three of Konayveh 's men before the concluding fell bushed.

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a pocket of her saree, a phial of something white.

Of cum.

My ears pricked in shock. She downed it as Konayveh 's six men advanced on her with weapons.

The air rushed through the room. Wind howled. My new soldiers were struck with legerdemain. Their tomentum whipped about their heads, loose cloth whisking about their bodies as they died. Their nous were twisted so hard around by the howling gusts, their skin ripped. They dropped in rupture pieces around Rushina.

No wonder she was so settle down. She had magic to diminish back upon. Why had I never learned she was a mage ? When had she learned this gift ? Magic was abhorred in the Queendom. It was why we wore our piercings.

Snarling, I charged yesteryear Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs blade ringing. I leaped over the stagnant. I would have to get my own Fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too close to the throne to drop off it all now. My saree swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The wind howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my vesture. My tit piercing flared hot. The legerdemain melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline eyes widened as I landed before the crapper. She 'd forgotten what all daughters of the Ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed amber gang made its wearer immune to magic.

This adult female was too weak to be our queen if she forgot something so basic as that.

I seized her wrists as she tried to slap me. My head snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my Fang. My teeth bit in hard. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, salty preference of her animation. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her figure, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, origin sheeting down her raw breasts.

lacing my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the pair circling each other. Lucy watched from the rampart, her helping hand clenching her dagger. Her side twisted with promise. She felt my victory near. I watched the fighting. Konayveh would win me the throne.

It was far costlier than I expected. Damn Rushina for being a mage. I would only have Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would pick out so often craftiness to protect myself. I licked my chops, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

artillery rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat rushed out of my cunt as his sword took my first cousin in the belly. She snarled in pain, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's pharynx with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in jolt, in fear, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, roue spurting from his neck. He clutched a helping hand to his ruined pharynx, took a step towards Lucy, and collapsed. His blood mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only feet from my slain champion.

"No,"groaned Kushini. She fell onto her back, her steel fallen from her traveling bag. She clutched her belly, blood streaming through her fingers.

I moved to her, standing over my full cousin."Did you have intercourse your female parent had magic ?"

Kushini snorted, blood line flecking her Fang. Her biography pumped out of her, center glossy with agony."No wonderment she was so calm with those fornicatress protecting her."

I straddled my cousin 's torso, staring down into her eyes."Do you want it quick, or do you want the hurting to sweep out, to receive Bob Hope that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

She let out a purring laugh that turned into a maze of painfulness."You outmaneuvered me. You used that footling slut of yours well."

"She 's my affection,"I told her.

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her middle flicking to the right for a moment."I wish you well with that, cousin. You won."She lifted her pharynx."Quick."

I tore out my cousin 's throat. I killed my challenger for the commode. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my gag as Lucy padded up behind me, her feet slapping through the sticky puddle. I lifted my gun muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my flesh. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my side. As I turned to face up her, her tongue missed my organ. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscle. I groaned, hissing in pain, my mitt lashing out at her out of instinct. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the dagger left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked body smeared in the blood, her face straining with ... anger. With furor. With hatred.

Hatred ?

She glared at me as I rose, the painfulness throbbing through my dorsum, reaching for my heart.

I wrenched the tongue innocent of my side. Blood poured hot down my skin, soaking into my saree. I stumbled to her. To my ticker. confusedness rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her brass.

"My marrow ..."I croaked, letting my transformation end, my man side appearing as the fur retracted."What—"

"My nerve,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to love you, to bear your foul touch !"

Her news cut deeper than the knife.

"I ..."I could n't mouth. I could n't comprehend."No, no, you loved—"

"I never loved you !"Her phonation was shrill."How could I love the beast who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and beats me. Who forces me to do degrading Acts of the Apostles for her pleasure ! This was my chance for exemption. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to get hold of enceinte reinforcement ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my words."'You can not be afraid. You have to seize your chance and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would sustain been free !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the ancestry pouring down my side, agony trouncing in my nitty-gritty."That man !"

"The man who cared for me ? Who was supply ship with me ? Who never hurt me ?"

"You enjoyed being—"

Her jest was so derisive."I never loved a second of being with you. I just learned to guess. I faked it, and it kept the worst of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her throat."I die free of you, Malakisha !"

Anger surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. Teeth became fangs. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those times she spoke those three beautiful words were a lie ? rip matted my fur as I landed on her body. My teeth snapped about her pharynx. I felt the beatnik of her heart.

No reverence. She was never afraid of me. But she never loved me.

She lied.

She was false.

She hated me.

I ripped out my gist 's throat. I had never tasted more bitter blood. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody gun muzzle. A binge fell from the fur around my middle, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her dead body twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the stopping point time.

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I stumbled through the harbour, bleeding, in annoyance. parentage coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. Nothing mattered. I was world-beater, and I did n't want to sit the stool. Why ? What was the level ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the striver playpen, seeing the forcefulness in her eyes as she sat with the early scared hard worker women, this young thing, a Virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

I had fallen in making love with her. She had stolen my heart.

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her true feelings ? The hatred ? The scorn ? She had faked it all these years. She had used me. Lied to me.

I should n't aggrieve for that cunt. I should n't hate myself for ripping out her throat. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a look over my shoulder. The zikkurat was a dark material body looming over the city, a rising pyramid built on bloodline and pain. Lucy 's death was one more driblet to surcharge into the stones. My belly curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my boldness, and my fangs became slow teeth. My human face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that lieu. To be haunted by all her trick. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see monitor of the fictive beloved I shared with her. situation I had once thought of fondly, places I thought we shared such joy, were tainted.

Destroyed.

I should detest her.

Why could n't I just detest her ?

A party whip cracked.

My question snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vessel. I smelled the clean salt of the sea, heard the dock creaking as the Wave rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter Strait.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the hurting. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck. An old man stood with a whip in manus, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arm bound to the mast, so ebony tree and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

"Who in Vedr 's gaping slit are you, lass ?"grunted the old man.

"You the chieftain ?"I asked, marching forward, raising my chin, matching his gaze.

"Aye."

I 'd forgotten I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his bureau. I snatched the whip from his hands as he crashed onto the pack of cards. His nerve widened in shock as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's Patrick Victor Martindale White beard,"grunted the bound man."Who in the God'epithet are you, fair sex ?"

I almost said my gens, but Malakisha had no spirit. I chose a new one at random."Thyrna. What 's the name of this scow ?"

His eyebrows narrowed."Why ? What are you doing."

"I 'd like to hump the gens of my new boat,"I said, fighting the wince of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of headwaiter 's breast."Well !"I barked, putting all my geezerhood of dominance into my snatch up voice."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden hungriness ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. master. I liked the auditory sensation of that. A new starting signal. A new life history. I cut him free."Prepare my ship to sail."

"The crew wo n't just fall out you because you ..."His lyric trailed off as I fixed a gaze on him.

"Leave the crew to me."

I turned my book binding on the Ziggurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't require a pith. She did n't want love. She was n't the foolish idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the palace, stabbed in the back by her gist. A pirate skipper did n't need a heart.

She just needed obeisance. Lucy 's face flashed through my thoughts, twisted with anger, with hatred.

painfulness. That was how new life were born. Whether through the mother 's painfulness in childbirth or the torture of life remolding you, new beginning always came out of agony. I would n't let the rent come as strode the deck of my new ship.

I needed to be strong. To be hard. I had an integral crew to dominate. And I doubt any of them would be as strong as my Bakiir. Pity he was dead. What a pirate he would take made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his seed never quickened in me.

My hands tightened on the whip and dagger as the crew began appearing, eyes flicking to their dead police captain and then to me. I grinned, eager for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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