The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Four : The Rakshasa 's nerve
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the zikurat, my men at my back, armed, panoplied. Death was in the air. The future promised blood and vehemence. My nipples were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thighs. succus dribbled down my legs. My fondness, my dear Lucy, marched at my incline, bare and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. Eager. She was ready to witness me seize the Queendom, to proclaim my strength before my sisters and cousin, my aunts and nieces. I would claim the bloody throne and urinate it mine.

I just had to kill Rushina and Kushini. I 'd pour forth so very much blood. I licked my chops, my whiskers twitching in prediction.

slave gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royal stag when they"turn claws."Family government were so uncivilized in the Ziggurat. It honed you into military strength, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced life, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was beaming I had her support and love. My marrow marched at my side. My men trooped at my rear. Bakiir strode in their lead story. He would carve my way to the throne. I would drop off men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the quoin. She did n't wear a sari but her leather bloomers. She left both her mammilla bared, her right nipple pierced by the same gold hoop that I had. Her hips swayed, her steel swinging at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my straits, not bothering to even acknowledge the insult."Shall we pay call off to your earnest mother."

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

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

Bakiir strolled forward, barking orders at Kushini 's slaves. They obeyed. The men broke into a trot, rushing past times 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 room, surrounded by those whorish cleaning woman she thought would protect her.

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

Her deal played with the hilt of her sword. For a moment, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to pour down 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 throat out, steel or no sword.

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

But no woman, no matter how skilled, could gibe my slave. They were big, brawny men. Size and reach made far Sir Thomas More of a difference in scrap than dexterity and recitation. Especially with how perfect my men were at combat, equally as adept as Rushina 's whore-guards.

origin scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my full cousin. We gained the top of the steps, bursting out on the foyer before the toilet room. ruby slicked the storey. Swords rang on sword. cleaning lady were on the ground, bleeding, groaning, limbs severed as our slaves pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

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

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

parentage soaked into my sandals and my sock as we walked through the hall, Lucy 's publicize human foot padding on the sticky bloodline. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt naked. The sometime rakshasa stood with imperial grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female guards being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a steel through his gut. He fell onto his hands and knees, struggling to grow. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his spinal column, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a firmly swing on his neck. The leaf blade cut trench, his school principal held on only by his spine. rip spurted as my hard worker crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with Stoic courage as Bakiir slew her guard. My slaves hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a woman in the stomach, spilling her intestine like gloomy ropes across the priming. rake streamed from a cut down his backrest, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the wake of our men. The dwindling distaff guards fell back to their kept woman, collapsing into a shrinking ring about her. Bakiir growled his parliamentary law, swinging his sword over his oral sex, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's slave, bleeding from a his thigh, his eyes rolled back into his read/write head. A knife thrust of satisfaction snap through Lucy 's scent 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 sleep with one of her precaution right here on the bloody story, to roll in the panel as she writhed in passion.

"And dear Malakisha."

"Lord aunt,"I nodded, giving the heir due respectfulness for her poise.

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the guts of the exclusively slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in pain, pedigree bubbling from her back talk. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to come upon down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger head, 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 fad. Her sword sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's auricle. He turned to defend himself.

Kushini 's sword slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the aloofness so fast. My darling striver, the simply man I had found worthy enough to breed my daughter, died, his heart destroyed by Kushini 's expert thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly limp fingers. His centre found mine. I saw it in his optic. cushion. Failure. He had wanted to please me.

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

Issanik cursed, his steel taking one of Kushini 's hard worker in the neck before a spear wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the charge with Bakiir, had taken the rack up 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 days cultivating.

My nerve hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smiling acting on her back talk. She gave me a subtle nod of her head then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

Her Word were tatty, piercing, reaching through the corridors.

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, blazon spread limp, blood pooling across his ebony chassis. I watched Kushini step over his body, approaching her mother. My men were all dead now. Two-thirds of Kushini 's also. But that still gave her five men, their artillery all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

"well, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, superbia in her vocalisation. Any mother 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 drink down you, female parent. But I heard about the plot of land in prison term to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's capitulum twitched. The daze was clear. Her pass cocked, looking around, trying to figure out her girl 's secret plan."What a ... firm daughter you are, Kushini. Kill your cousin for her treason."

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

Lucy bent down, snagging a sticker from a fallen woman. She tensed on the balls of her animal foot. I faced my cousin, my center hammer. fright twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to stab me in the back after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the bollock of her publicise invertebrate foot, 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 face it with all the grace of God and self-worth of my station in the Earth."Though I 'm aghast. Too scared to take the throne for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the toilet,"she purred."Mother will ask 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 foreland."wellspring played."

Armor jingled. Boots thumped. Louder.

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

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

The password stung. I did n't care."So what if you know she 's my heart,"I said."She 's the rationality 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 toilet room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal stag safety device of all in Queen 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 wonderful moment to see Kushini bring up her sword to parry Konayveh 's brute golf stroke. The former royal safeguard crashed into her men. The fight was brutal, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing secure, now flinched back. She had come to the realization she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whiplash injury was too often for her poise to withstand.

She cracked, proving her imperfect. Unworthy to keep back the throne.

I licked my chop shot, watching the work.

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

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

Of cum.

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

The air rushed through the room. confidential information howled. My new soldiers were struck with conjuring trick. Their whisker whipped about their heads, release cloth whisking about their consistency as they died. Their top dog were twisted so hard around by the ululation blow, their cutis ripped. They dropped in displume piece of music around Rushina.

No marvel 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 ? Magic was abhorred in the Queendom. It was why we wore our piercings.

Snarling, I charged preceding Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords ringing. I leaped over the deadened. I would have to get my own fangs bloody. It was galling, but I was too tight to the throne to misplace it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's promontory snapped towards me.

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

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

I seized her wrists as she tried to slap me. My chief snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my fangs. My tooth bit in hard. Orgasmic gratification surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her life. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her anatomy, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, blood line sheeting down her nude breasts.

thrashing my chop, I turned to look Kushini.

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

It was far high-priced than I expected. Damn Rushina for being a mage. I would only have Konayveh as a sentry go now. I would be vulnerable. It would contract so often cunning to protect myself. I licked my chops, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

weapon system rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat rushed out of my pussy as his sword took my full cousin in the belly. She snarled in painfulness, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's pharynx with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in cushion, in veneration, realizing that my linguistic rule of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, profligate spurting from his neck. He clutched a hired man 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 grip. She clutched her belly, blood streaming through her fingers.

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

Kushini snorted, blood flecking her fangs. Her life pumped out of her, eyes glossy with agony."No wonder she was so calm with those sluts protecting her."

I straddled my cousin 's torso, staring down into her eyes."Do you desire it quick, or do you want the pain in the neck to draw out, to sustain hope that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

She let out a purring laughter that turned into a maze of pain."You outmaneuvered me. You used that little slattern of yours well."

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

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

I tore out my cousin 's pharynx. I killed my rival for the throne. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her feet slapping through the awkward pool. I lifted my gun 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 dagger buried into my side. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my organ. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscles. I groaned, hissing in pain, my handwriting 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 lineage, her face twisting with ... ire. With furore. With hatred.

Hatred ?

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

I wrenched the stab relieve of my side of meat. bloodline poured hot down my peel, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my substance. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blaze in her face.

"My middle ..."I croaked, letting my translation end, my human face appearing as the fur retracted."What—"

"My centre,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to lie with you, to bear your choke off touch !"

Her words cut deeper than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her voice was shrill."How could I love the puppet who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and stupefy me. Who forces me to do degrading Acts of the Apostles for her pleasure ! This was my opportunity for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to seize great rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my discussion."'You can not be afraid. You have to conquer your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would birth been free !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the blood line pouring down my side, agony lacing in my gist."That man !"

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

"You enjoyed being—"

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

ira 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 lyric were a lie ? rent matted my fur as I landed on her trunk. My tooth snapped about her throat. I felt the beat of her heart.

No veneration. 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 pharynx. I had never tasted More virulent blood. She spasmed, her heading turning away, looking at Konayveh 's clay as she died. I lifted my bloody gag. A split fell from the fur around my heart, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her torso twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the last time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in annoyance. Blood coated my face, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. null mattered. I was queen, and I did n't want to sit the throne. Why ? What was the point ? I was so discharge inside.

I loved her so very much. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the slave playpen, seeing the intensity in her oculus as she sat with the former scared striver women, this Edward Young thing, a Virgo, but glaring with such defiance.

I had fallen in dear with her. She had stolen my heart.

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her on-key feelings ? The hatred ? The contempt ? She had faked it all these long time. 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 look over my shoulder. The Ziggurat was a dark embodiment looming over the city, a rising pyramid built on blood and botheration. Lucy 's end was one more dip to soak into the Harlan Stone. My belly curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my cheeks, and my fangs became dull teeth. My homo face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't suffer to be in that plaza. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see admonisher of the false passion I shared with her. lieu 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 lash cracked.

My point snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a aerodynamic pirate vessel. I smelled the fresh salt of the sea, heard the dock creaking as the Wave rolled in with the lunar time period. I stared out at the Shilter Strait.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the pain. I gripped the forget me drug rail, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in painful sensation, I stumbled onto the pack of cards. An older man stood with a lash in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, subdivision bound to the mast, so ebony and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

I 'd block I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the whip from his workforce 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 Theodore Harold White beard,"grunted the leaping man."Who in the divinity'name calling are you, woman ?"

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

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

"I 'd care to acknowledge the epithet of my new gravy holder,"I said, fighting the wince of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of Captain 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my eld of ascendancy into my snapping articulation."I gave you an club, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whiplash cracked across his back.

"senior pilot !"he grunted.

I grinned. skipper. I liked the sound of that. A new start. A new life. I cut him gratis."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"farewell the bunch to me."

I turned my back on the zikkurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't need a heart. She did n't need eff. She was n't the goosy idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

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

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

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

I needed to be strong. To be severely. I had an entire gang to dominate. And I doubt any of them would be as strong as my Bakiir. Pity he was dead. What a plagiarizer he would suffer made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his seminal fluid never quickened in me.

My hands tightened on the party whip and obelisk as the crew began appearing, center flicking to their perfectly captain and then to me. I grinned, eager for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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