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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the zikurat, my men at my vertebral column, armed, armour. Death was in the air. The future promised rakehell and violence. My nipples were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thighs. juice dribbled down my branch. My heart, my heartfelt Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown tomentum bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled commove, too. eagre. She was cook to see me conquer the Queendom, to proclaim my durability before my sis and cousins, my aunty and nieces. I would lay claim the bloody throne and gain it mine.

I just had to shoot down Rushina and Kushini. I 'd pour forth so practically blood. I licked my chops, my whiskers twitching in anticipation.

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

It spiced sprightliness, made you appreciate what you had.

I was gladiolus Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her backing and love. My spunk marched at my English. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their spark advance. He would cut up my way to the throne. I would suffer men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the recess. She did n't wear a sari but her leather pants. She left both her tits bared, her right teat pierced by the same gold anchor ring that I had. Her hips 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 headspring, not bothering to even acknowledge the insult."Shall we pay scream to your dear mother."

Kushini licked her chops. She was excited, both nipples hard, her whiskers quivering."I am so eagre to see her tonight. I am such a dutiful daughter."

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

Bakiir strolled forward, barking orders at Kushini 's slave. They obeyed. The men broke into a crib, rushing past tense 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 fair sex she thought would protect her.

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

Her paw played with the hilt of her sword. 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 tear her throat out, brand 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 combat. A cleaning woman let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's escort. She thought buying female person slaves and training them to defend would give her a larger safeguard since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no issue how skilled, could match my slaves. They were big, powerful men. size and hit made far more of a departure in combat than sleight and drill. Especially with how honed my men were at armed combat, equally as adept as Rushina 's whore-guards.

ancestry 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 pot room. deep red slicked the floor. Swords rang on sword. char 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 fair sex, laying into them with his mighty slam of his sword. He reached the doorway, throwing them open onto the crapper room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The hard worker fell screaming off his blade.

Blood soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's nude feet padding on the sticky rakehell. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt nude. The older rakshasa stood with royal grace as she faced the mass murder, watching her female guard duty being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a sword through his gut. He fell onto his hands and stifle, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a quixotic, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a hard swing on his cervix. The blade cut oceanic abyss, his head held on only by his spine. ancestry spurted as my slave crashed all in to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic courage as Bakiir slew her sentry go. My slaves hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a woman in the abdomen, spilling her gut like disconsolate forget me drug across the ground. origin streamed from a cut down his vertebral column, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the wake of our men. The dwindling female guards fell back to their schoolma'am, collapsing into a shrinking ring about her. Bakiir growled his orders, swinging his steel over his head, rallying the men.

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

"daughter,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her foreplay so strong now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guard right here on the bloody story, to wind in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And dear Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the sand of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in painfulness, blood bubbling from her mouth. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to strike 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 rage. 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 dresser. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My preferent slave, the just man I had found worthy enough to breed my daughter, died, his heart destroyed by Kushini 's adept thrust.

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

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

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

My middle hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playing on her mouth. She gave me a subtle nod of her principal then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the story, arms spread hitch, stock pooling across his jet black physical body. I watched Kushini gradation over his body, approaching her female parent. My men were all idle 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, pride in her voice. 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 vote out you, Mother. But I heard about the plot of ground in time to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock was net. Her head cocked, looking around, trying to project out her daughter 's biz."What a ... loyal girl 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 ancestry dripping from her blade. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

Lucy bent down, snagging a obelisk from a fallen charwoman. She tensed on the balls of her feet. I faced my cousin, my heart pounding. fearfulness twisted through my stomach. My ear pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to stab me in the back after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the testis of her nude human foot, slicked by blood."You thought you could use me to belt down 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 and dignity of my place in the world."Though I 'm scandalise. Too mark to consider the crapper 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 assassins. Not me."

I inclined my head."Well played."

Armor jingled. kick thumped. Louder.

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

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

The actor's line stung. I did n't care."So what if you know she 's my centre,"I said."She 's the reason I 'll be queen."

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot steps thundered louder.

"Do n't you pick up your decease coming, cousin ?"I asked.

Men burst into the stool room behind me. Kushini froze, her auricle flicking as she witnessed the royal guards of suddenly queen mole rat Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the elbow 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 wonderful minute to see Kushini raise her blade to parry Konayveh 's brutal swing. The other royal stag guards crashed into her men. The engagement was brutal, 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 a great deal for her aplomb to withstand.

She cracked, proving her washy. Unworthy to hold the throne.

I licked my chop shot, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's powerful thrusts 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 air pocket of her sari, a vial of something white.

Of cum.

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

The air rushed through the room. jazz howled. My new soldiers were struck with illusion. Their hair whipped about their heads, loose cloth whisking about their bodies as they died. Their nous were twisted so hard around by the howling blow, their pelt ripped. They dropped in torn pieces around Rushina.

No wonder she was so calm. She had magic to go down 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 past Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would cause to get my own fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too airless to the throne to lose 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 article of clothing. My nipple piercing flared hot. The conjuring trick melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline eyes widened as I landed before the throne. She 'd forgotten what all daughters of the Ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed gold ring made its wearer immune to magic.

This womanhood was too weak to be our nance if she forgot something so basic as that.

I seized her wrist as she tried to slap me. My head snapped at her. I felt her furred pharynx against my fangs. My tooth bit in surd. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, salty taste perception of her animation. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her frame, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her defenseless breasts.

whacking my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

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

It was far costly than I expected. red cent Rushina for being a mage. I would only have Konayveh as a precaution now. I would be vulnerable. It would take so practically guile to protect myself. I licked my chops, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat rushed out of my pussycat as his blade took my cousin in the paunch. She snarled in bother, deflection over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying sweat. Lucy screamed out in impact, in fear, realizing that my pattern of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, blood spurting from his neck. He clutched a handwriting to his ruined throat, took a pace towards Lucy, and collapsed. His pedigree mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only human foot 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."Did you know your mother had magic ?"

Kushini snorted, blood flecking her fang. Her animation pumped out of her, middle glossy with agony."No wonder she was so calm with those trollop protecting her."

I straddled my cousin-german 's trunk, staring down into her eyes."Do you require it quick, or do you want the botheration to drag in out, to have got hope that somehow you 'll obtain ?"

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

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

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

I tore out my cousin 's throat. I killed my rival for the throne. I savored her blood line even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my gun muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her human foot slapping through the muggy puddles. I lifted my gun 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 tongue missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscles. I groaned, hissing in pain, my helping hand lashing out at her out of instinct. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the sticker 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 rage. With hatred.

hate ?

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

I wrenched the knife free of my side. profligate poured hot down my tegument, soaking into my saree. I stumbled to her. To my center. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her face.

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

"My heart,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to love you, to abide your fouled touch !"

Her wrangle cut inscrutable than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her voice was shrill."How could I love the creature who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and beats me. Who forces me to do degrading acts for her pleasure ! This was my chance for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to confiscate bully rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my actor's line."'You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would have been free !"

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

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her jape was so derisive."I never loved a secondment 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 justify of you, Malakisha !"

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

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

She lied.

She was false.

She hated me.

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

She grimaced.

Her body twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the last time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain. Blood coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't like. Nothing mattered. I was queen regnant, and I did n't want to sit the throne. Why ? What was the full point ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so a great deal. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the slave penitentiary, seeing the durability in her heart as she sat with the other scared slave char, this young thing, a Virgin, 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 true feelings ? The hatred ? The contempt ? She had faked it all these years. She had used me. Lied to me.

I should n't sorrow for that squawk. 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 Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe looming over the city, a rising Pyramid built on blood and annoyance. Lucy 's death was one more drop to intoxicate into the stones. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my cheek, and my Fang became dull teeth. My human look emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that place. To be haunted by all her misrepresentation. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the delusive dearest I shared with her. place I had once thought of fondly, blank space I thought we shared such joy, were tainted.

Destroyed.

I should hate her.

Why could n't I just detest her ?

A whip cracked.

My head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a silklike pirate vas. I smelled the reinvigorated 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 pain. I gripped the forget me drug railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck. An older man stood with a whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms 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 aged man.

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

"Aye."

I 'd leave I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the whip from his hands as he crashed onto the deck. His cheek widened in shock as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's white-hot beard,"grunted the spring man."Who in the Gods'name are you, fair sex ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to acknowledge the figure of my new boat,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain in the neck as I bent down and ripped the sticker out of Captain 's bureau."Well !"I barked, putting all my days of dominance into my snap voice."I gave you an ordering, sailor."I cracked the lash inch from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden thirstiness ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. Captain. I liked the phone of that. A new get-go. A new life sentence. I cut him free."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"farewell the crew 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 affectionateness. She did n't need love. She was n't the goosey moron that Princess Malakisha was.

That womanhood died in the palace, stabbed in the book binding by her heart. A pirate captain did n't need a heart.

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

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

I needed to be strong. To be strong. I had an integral crew to dominate. And I doubt any of them would be as unattackable as my Bakiir. ruth he was abruptly. What a plagiariser he would throw made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his seed never quickened in me.

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

My whip cracked.

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