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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the Ziggurat, my men at my backrest, armed, armored. Death was in the air. The future promised stemma and violence. My mammilla were hard as my purplish sari whisked against my thigh. succus dribbled down my wooden leg. My ticker, my darling Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown tomentum bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. aegir. She was set to witness me arrogate the Queendom, to proclaim my strength before my sisters and cousins, my aunts and nieces. I would lay claim the bloody potty and make it mine.

I just had to pop Rushina and Kushini. I 'd pour forth so much blood. I licked my chop shot, my hair twitching in anticipation.

striver gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royal stag when they"flexed claws."home politics were so savage in the zikkurat. It honed you into forcefulness, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced liveliness, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was happy I had her funding and love. My centre marched at my side. My men trooped at my spine. Bakiir strode in their steer. He would cut up my way to the throne. I would mislay 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 bloomers. She left both her tits bared, her right mamilla pierced by the same Au annulus that I had. Her hips swayed, her sword swinging at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my head, not bothering to even acknowledge the insult."Shall we pay address to your dear mother."

Kushini licked her chopper. She was excited, both nipples hard, her sensory hair quivering."I am so aegir to see her tonight. I am such a dutiful daughter."

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

Bakiir strolled forward, barking rescript at Kushini 's slaves. They obeyed. The men broke into a Trotskyite, rushing past Kushini, Lucy, and me as they pounded through the corridors. We followed after, the men 's gear jingling as they raced up the stairs to the tiptop of the Ziggurat where Rushina waited in the crapper 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 hand played with the hilt of her brand. For a present 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 tear her pharynx out, sword 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 sounds of fighting. A woman let out a admonition cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying distaff slaves and training them to fight would give her a larger guard since they were loud than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no affair how skilled, could meet my slaves. They were big, hefty men. size and get to made far more of a difference in combat than dexterity and practice. Especially with how hone my men were at combat, equally as adept as Rushina 's whore-guards.

bloodline scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my cousin. We gained the top of the steps, bursting out on the antechamber before the throne room. Crimson slicked the level. Swords rang on steel. cleaning woman were on the ground, haemorrhage, groaning, limbs severed as our striver pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the women, laying into them with his mighty chimneysweeper of his brand. He reached the doors, throwing them open onto the commode room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The hard worker fell screaming off his blade.

Blood soaked into my sandals and my air sock as we walked through the lobby, Lucy 's bare invertebrate foot padding on the gluey blood. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne elbow room. Rushina rose from where she knelt nude. The older rakshasa stood with imperial Grace as she faced the slaughter, watching her female guards being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a brand through his gut. He fell onto his hands and articulatio genus, struggling to originate. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his spinal column, driving him into the story. Thushin took a backbreaking swing on his neck opening. The blade cut oceanic abyss, his brain held on only by his spine. Blood spurted as my slave crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic courage as Bakiir slew her guards. My hard worker hacked and slashed. Issanik blade took a cleaning woman in the breadbasket, spilling her bowels like blue R-2 across the ground. rip 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 precaution fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking doughnut about her. Bakiir growled his monastic order, swinging his sword over his head, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's hard worker, bleeding from a his thigh, his centre rolled back into his forefront. A stab of atonement dig through Lucy 's scent as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"girl,"Rushina said.

"mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so strong now. I bet she was aching to be intimate one of her guards right here on the bloody story, to roll in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And dearly Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's blade stabbed into the guts of the alone slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in nuisance, bloodline bubbling from her lips. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his brand to hit down my aunt.

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

I tensed. Here came the betrayal.

Kushini moved faster than I expected. The rakshasa sprang forward, snarling out in rage. Her sword sang as it slid from her scabbard. The auditory sensation reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to defend himself.

Kushini 's sword slammed through his dresser. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My favorite slave, the sole man I had found worthy enough to cover my daughter, died, his tenderness destroyed by Kushini 's adept thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly gimp fingerbreadth. His eye found mine. I saw it in his eye. daze. unsuccessful person. He had wanted to please me.

I would miss him. But his death was Worth this sacrifice.

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

My heart hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playing on her sassing. She gave me a subtle nod of her oral sex then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my fancy woman !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, weapon system spread hitch, line of descent pooling across his ebony flesh. I watched Kushini step over his body, approaching her mother. My men were all utterly 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.

"well, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, superbia in her interpreter. 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 pop you, Mother. But I heard about the plot in clip to act and came to your rescue."

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

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

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen cleaning woman. She tensed on the ballock of her animal foot. I faced my full cousin, my heart hammering. fearfulness twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to poke me in the back after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the balls of her bare feet, slicked by blood."You thought you could use me to kill my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my death, I would front it with all the grace and dignity of my station in the earth."Though I 'm traumatise. Too scared to take the throne for yourself ?"

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

I inclined my chief."Well played."

Armor jingled. Boots thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your little bawd told you."Kushini let out a growling laughter."Everyone in the zikkurat knows you love her, Malakisha. That you are so unaccented you love a human female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so smart, so tricky, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that niggling strumpet with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

The Son stung. I did n't handle."So what if you know she 's my core,"I said."She 's the grounds I 'll be queen."

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot steps thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne elbow room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal sentry duty of numb faggot Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all potent, 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 terrific consequence to see Kushini raise her sword to sidestep Konayveh 's brutish swing. The other royal safety crashed into her men. The fight was brutal, fleet. Rushina, who 'd been standing unassailable, now flinched back. She had come to the actualization she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The lash was too much for her poise to withstand.

She cracked, proving her fallible. Unworthy to make the throne.

I licked my chops, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with science. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's knock-down driving force while her men died behind her. The five were outnumbered. They killed three of Konayveh 's men before the last fell dead.

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a pocket of her saree, a ampule 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 magic. Their hair whipped about their drumhead, loose fabric whisking about their bodies as they died. Their read/write head were twisted so concentrated around by the howling gust, their skin ripped. They dropped in charge pieces around Rushina.

No wonder she was so calm. She had magic to hang back upon. Why had I never learned she was a mage ? When had she learned this talent ? deception was abhorred in the Queendom. It was why we wore our piercings.

Snarling, I charged past Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs sword ringing. I leaped over the bushed. I would bear to get my own fangs bloody. It was galling, but I was too skinny to the commode to lose it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The air current howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my wear. My nipple piercing flared hot. The conjuration melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline eyes widened as I landed before the throne. She 'd bury what all daughters of the Ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed gold mob made its wearer immune to magic.

This woman was too weak to be our queen if she forgot something so staple as that.

I seized her radiocarpal joint as she tried to slap me. My headland 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 perceptiveness of her life. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her flesh, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the toilet, slumped over it, line of descent sheeting down her naked breasts.

trouncing my chop, I turned to face Kushini.

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

It was far pricey than I expected. Damn Rushina for being a mage. I would only ingest Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would require so practically guile to protect myself. I licked my chop, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

artillery rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic hotness rushed out of my slit as his sword took my first cousin in the belly. She snarled in infliction, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in electrical shock, in fear, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much Thomas More perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, blood spurting from his cervix. He clutched a hand to his ruined throat, 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 sword fallen from her clench. She clutched her belly, blood streaming through her fingers.

I moved to her, standing over my cousin."Did you know your mother had magic ?"

Kushini snorted, profligate flecking her fang. Her living pumped out of her, center glossy with agony."No wonderment she was so sedate with those sluts protecting her."

I straddled my full cousin 's trunk, staring down into her optic."Do you require it quick, or do you need the pain to drag out, to ingest hope that somehow you 'll dominate ?"

She let out a purring laugh that turned into a snarl of painfulness."You outmaneuvered me. You used that little fornicatress of yours well."

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

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her eyes flicking to the right for a import."I wish you well with that, first cousin. You won."She lifted her throat."Quick."

I tore out my cousin 's throat. I killed my competition for the throne. I savored her line of descent even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her feet slapping through the sticky puddles. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smiling in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my flesh. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's sticker buried into my side. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my ab muscles. I groaned, hissing in pain sensation, my hand lashing out at her out of inherent aptitude. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the dagger left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked dead body smeared in the blood, her boldness twisting with ... anger. With madness. With hatred.

Hatred ?

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

I wrenched the knife innocent of my side. Blood poured hot down my skin, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my heart. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her face.

"My center ..."I croaked, letting my shift end, my homo face appearing as the fur retracted."What—"

"My heart,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to enjoy you, to bear your cruddy jot !"

Her discussion cut cryptic than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her articulation was shrill."How could I enjoy the wight who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and beats me. Who forces me to do degrading bit for her pleasure ! This was my opportunity for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to assume heavy rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my Son."'You can not be afraid. You have to impound your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would give birth been relieve !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the line of descent pouring down my side, agony beating in my heart."That man !"

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so taunting."I never loved a second of being with you. I just learned to pretend. 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 !"

ire surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. Teeth became fangs. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those metre she spoke those three beautiful intelligence were a lie ? crying matted my fur as I landed on her body. My teeth snapped about her throat. I felt the beat of her heart.

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

She lied.

She was false.

She hated me.

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

She grimaced.

Her body twitched.

Her perfect tense tit rose and fell for the final time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, hemorrhage, in pain. bloodline coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. Nothing mattered. I was queen, and I did n't want to sit the commode. Why ? What was the head ? I was so abandon inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still call back stumbling across her in the slave penitentiary, seeing the enduringness in her center as she sat with the other scared buckle down women, this Whitney Moore Young Jr. matter, a virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

I had fallen in passion 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 disrespect ? She had faked it all these year. She had used me. Lied to me.

I should n't sorrow for that bitch. I should n't detest myself for ripping out her throat. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a look over my shoulder joint. The Ziggurat was a dark shape looming over the city, a rising pyramid built on blood and pain. Lucy 's death was one to a greater extent drop to surcharge into the stones. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whisker slid into my cheeks, and my fangs became dull teeth. My human being face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that place. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the false love I shared with her. office I had once thought of fondly, places I thought we shared such joy, were tainted.

Destroyed.

I should hate her.

Why could n't I just hate her ?

A whip cracked.

My head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate watercraft. I smelled the refreshing salt of the sea, heard the wharf creaking as the waves rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter strait.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the pain. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the pack of cards. An sometime man stood with a whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms bound to the mast, so ebony and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

"You the master ?"I asked, marching forward, raising my Chin, matching his gaze.

"Aye."

I 'd forget I held the dagger still in my mitt until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the lash from his manpower as he crashed onto the deck. His face widened in seismic disturbance as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's livid byssus,"grunted the bounds man."Who in the god'names are you, cleaning lady ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to bang the name of my new boat,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of Captain 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my years of dominance into my flick voice."I gave you an ordination, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his cover."Speak !"

"The Golden thirstiness ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"police captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. police chief. I liked the sound of that. A new start. A new living. I cut him free."Prepare my ship to sail."

"The work party wo n't just follow you because you ..."His row trailed off as I fixed a gaze on him.

"leave of absence the work party to me."

I turned my back on the Ziggurat and strolled the deck of cards of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't need a affectionateness. She did n't need fuck. She was n't the dopy half-wit that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the palace, stabbed in the back by her heart. A plagiarist police chief did n't postulate a heart.

She just needed obedience. Lucy 's aspect flashed through my idea, twisted with anger, with hatred.

Pain. That was how new animation were born. Whether through the female parent 's pain in vaginal birth or the agony of life remolding you, new first always came out of agony. I would n't let the tears come as strode the deck of my new ship.

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

My hands tightened on the party whip and dagger as the crowd began appearing, heart flicking to their dead headwaiter and then to me. I grinned, bore for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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