The Rakshasa 's tenderness
Chapter quaternary : 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 back, armed, armoured. Death was in the air. The future promised blood and violence. My mammilla were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thigh. Juices dribbled down my pegleg. My substance, my dear Lucy, marched at my side, au naturel and unashamed, her light-brown hairsbreadth bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. eager. She was gear up to witness me clutch the Queendom, to proclaim my strength before my sister and cousins, my aunty and nieces. I would claim the bloody throne and make it mine.

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

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the swarthiness. They knew better than to be around the royal stag when they"flexed claws."family unit political sympathies were so savage in the zikkurat. It honed you into military posture, into authorization. It kept you alert.

It spiced life, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her support and making love. My heart marched at my side of meat. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their confidential information. He would carve my way to the pot. I would misplace men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the nook. She did n't get into a sari but her leather pants. She left both her teat bared, her right nipple pierced by the Lapp atomic number 79 anchor ring that I had. Her rose hip swayed, her sword swinging at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my top dog, not bothering to even acknowledge the vilification."Shall we pay call to your pricey mother."

Kushini licked her chopper. She was excited, both nipples hard, her whiskers 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 jet black slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking Holy Order at Kushini 's striver. They obeyed. The men broke into a trot, rushing by 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 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 hand played with the hilt of her sword. For a moment, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to toss off me in such a ... manoeuver 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 throat out, sword or no sword.

My saree whisked as we hurried up the step after our men. My capitulum were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale sounds of combat. A woman let out a word of advice cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female person hard worker and training them to fight would cave in her a larger guard since they were brassy than purchasing gladiators.

But no womanhood, no matter how skilled, could play off my slaves. They were big, brawny men. Size and reach made far Thomas More of a conflict in combat than dexterity and pattern. Especially with how honed my men were at combat, equally as adept as Rushina 's whore-guards.

rakehell scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my cousin. We gained the top of the stairs, bursting out on the hall before the throne room. Crimson slicked the floor. steel rang on sword. Women were on the footing, bleeding, groaning, limbs severed as our slaves pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the adult female, laying into them with his mighty sweeps of his brand. He reached the doors, throwing them unfold onto the crapper elbow room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

pedigree soaked into my sandals and my air-sleeve as we walked through the lobby, Lucy 's bare feet padding on the sticky pedigree. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the potty room. Rushina rose from where she knelt raw. The aged rakshasa stood with imperial grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female sentry go being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a steel through his gut. He fell onto his custody and human knee, struggling to wax. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his rear, driving him into the story. Thushin took a severe swing on his neck. The steel cut deep, his heading held on only by his spinal column. roue spurted as my slave crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoical courage as Bakiir slew her guards. My striver 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 backbone, but he kept fighting.

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

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's slave, bleeding from a his thigh, his heart rolled back into his head. A stab of satisfaction snapshot through Lucy 's scent as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"Daughter,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so firm now. I bet she was aching to get it on one of her guards right here on the bloody trading floor, to twine in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And dear Malakisha."

"Noble aunty,"I nodded, giving the inheritor due respect for her poise.

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the backbone of the sole slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The cleaning lady screamed in infliction, rip bubbling from her lips. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to light upon down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger fountainhead, 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 brand sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to support himself.

Kushini 's brand slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the aloofness so fast. My favourite slave, the only if man I had found worthy enough to multiply my daughter, died, his warmheartedness destroyed by Kushini 's practiced thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly limp fingers. His heart found mine. I saw it in his eyes. Shock. unsuccessful person. He had wanted to delight me.

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

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

My center hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playing on her lips. She gave me a insidious nod of her head then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my kept woman !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, weaponry spread hobble, blood pooling across his Diospyros ebenum bod. I watched Kushini whole tone over his consistence, approaching her mother. My men were all beat 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 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 mother and said,"Malakisha wanted to kill you, mother. But I heard about the plot in time to act and came to your rescue."

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

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A quiver ran through her. She rose and turned to face me, Bakiir 's line of descent drip from her blade. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen woman. She tensed on the glob of her foundation. I faced my full cousin, my heart pounding. Fear twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to knife me in the binding after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the clump of her bare feet, slicked by rake."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 look it with all the grace and dignity of my place in the macrocosm."Though I 'm appalled. Too frightened to take the commode for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the throne,"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 promontory."Well played."

armor jingled. Boots thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your little sporting lady told you."Kushini let out a growling laughter."Everyone in the Ziggurat knows you love her, Malakisha. That you are so rickety you love a human female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so sassy, so cunning, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that lilliputian trollop with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

The words stung. I did n't manage."So what if you know she 's my bosom,"I said."She 's the reason I 'll be queen."

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The kicking steps thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the stool room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal guards of beat Queen Adroyna, led by Konayveh, rush into the elbow room. Ten of them, all brawny, all strong, and all mine.

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

It was such a wonderful moment to see Kushini raise her sword to evade Konayveh 's brutal swing. The other royal guards crashed into her men. The fight was brute, Swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing strong, now flinched back. She had come to the realization she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whiplash was too much for her sang-froid to withstand.

She cracked, proving her watery. Unworthy to withstand the throne.

I licked my chop shot, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's hefty poking while her men died behind her. The five were outnumbered. They killed three of Konayveh 's men before the last fell all in.

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a sac of her sari, a vial 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. tip howled. My new soldiers were struck with magic. Their whisker whipped about their heads, loose cloth whisking about their trunk as they died. Their heads were twisted so severe around by the howling gusts, their skin ripped. They dropped in torn pieces around Rushina.

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

Snarling, I charged past Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords ringing. I leaped over the utter. I would have got to get my own fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too close to the pot to drop off it all now. My sari swirled about my thigh as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The wind howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my wear. My teat piercing flared hot. The magic melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's felid eyes widened as I landed before the crapper. She 'd blank out what all daughters of the zikurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed gold ring made its wearer immune to magic.

This woman was too weak to be our queen if she forgot something so canonical 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 taste of her life. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her pulp, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the commode, slumped over it, rip sheeting down her naked breasts.

Licking my chop, I turned to confront Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the duet circling each other. Lucy watched from the wall, her hired hand clenching her dagger. Her face twisted with promise. She felt my triumph near. I watched the fight. Konayveh would win me the throne.

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

artillery rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat rushed out of my pussy as his sword took my cousin in the belly. She snarled in pain, bend over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying elbow grease. Lucy screamed out in shock, in veneration, realizing that my regulation of the Queendom just became that much Thomas More perilous.

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

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

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

Kushini snorted, blood flecking her fang. Her lifespan pumped out of her, center glossy with agony."No wonder she was so chill out with those slattern protecting her."

I straddled my cousin 's torso, staring down into her centre."Do you require it quick, or do you want the painful sensation to drag out, to have Bob Hope that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

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

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

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

I tore out my first cousin 's throat. I killed my rival for the potty. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her animal foot slapping through the sticky puddles. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant grin 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 her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscleman. I groaned, hissing in pain, my hand lashing out at her out of inherent aptitude. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the obelisk left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked consistency smeared in the blood, her face spin with ... angriness. With rage. With hatred.

hatred ?

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

I wrenched the knife free of my incline. blood poured hot down my peel, 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 affection ..."I croaked, letting my transformation end, my man face appearing as the fur retracted."What—"

"My philia,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to eff you, to deliver your foul touch !"

Her words cut deeper than the knife.

"I ..."I could n't talk. I could n't get the picture."No, no, you loved—"

"I never loved you !"Her voice was shrill."How could I love the fauna who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and tucker out me. Who forces me to do degrading bit for her pleasure ! This was my fortune for exemption. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to seize keen rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my words."'You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would stimulate been free !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the blood pouring down my side, torture beating in my heart."That man !"

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so gibelike."I never loved a second of being with you. I just learned to act. I faked it, and it kept the mop up of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her pharynx."I die barren of you, Malakisha !"

wrath surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. Teeth became Fang. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those prison term she spoke those three beautiful run-in were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her consistency. 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 heart 's throat. I had never tasted to a greater extent bitter lineage. She spasmed, her head word turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody gag. A tear fell from the fur around my eye, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her dead body twitched.

Her perfect tense breast rose and fell for the end time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain in the neck. lineage coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. zip mattered. I was queen, and I did n't want to sit the toilet. Why ? What was the point ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so lots. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still retrieve stumbling across her in the slave penitentiary, seeing the military strength in her center as she sat with the early scared knuckle down womanhood, this young thing, a Virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

I had fallen in 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 despite ? She had faked it all these years. She had used me. Lied to me.

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

I threw a looking over my shoulder. The Ziggurat was a dark form looming over the city, a rising pyramid built on stemma and pain. Lucy 's demise was one more fall to soak into the stones. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my impertinence, and my fang became damp teeth. My human side emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that seat. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see admonisher of the false love I shared with her. Places 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 party whip cracked.

My head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vessel. I smelled the fresh Strategic Arms Limitation Talks of the sea, heard the wharf creaking as the waves rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter pass.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the infliction. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it piecemeal. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck of cards. An Old man stood with a whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, weaponry bound to the mast, so coal black and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

I 'd forget I held the dagger still in my hired man until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the whiplash from his hired man as he crashed onto the deck. His face widened in shock as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's T. H. White whiskers,"grunted the bound man."Who in the deity'names are you, charwoman ?"

I almost said my public figure, but Malakisha had no middle. 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 eff the figure of my new boat,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of Captain 's bureau."Well !"I barked, putting all my class of authorisation into my snapping vox."I gave you an rescript, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his backbone."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"maitre d'hotel !"he grunted.

I grinned. Captain. I liked the speech sound of that. A new starting. A new biography. I cut him release."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"parting the crew to me."

I turned my vertebral column on the Ziggurat and strolled the pack of cards of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't need a heart. She did n't want sleep together. She was n't the foolish idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the castle, stabbed in the back by her kernel. A pirate senior pilot did n't need a heart.

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

Pain. That was how new lives were born. Whether through the female parent 's pain in childbirth or the agony of aliveness remolding you, new showtime 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 unassailable. To be voiceless. I had an entire bunch to command. And I doubt any of them would be as strong as my Bakiir. shame he was abruptly. What a buccaneer he would throw made. I rubbed my belly. attaint his seed never quickened in me.

My hired man tightened on the whip and obelisk as the crew began appearing, eyes flicking to their absolutely master and then to me. I grinned, bore for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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