The Rakshasa 's Heart
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 back, armed, panoplied. death was in the air. The future promised pedigree and fierceness. My teat were hard as my empurpled saree whisked against my thighs. juice dribbled down my stage. My affection, my dear Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown hair's-breadth bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. aegir. She was quick to witness me seize the Queendom, to proclaim my strength before my sis and cousins, my aunts and nieces. I would claim the bloody throne and take a crap it mine.

I just had to toss off Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so much bloodline. I licked my chops, my whiskers twitching in expectancy.

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royals when they"deform claws."kinfolk political science were so savage in the zikkurat. It honed you into strength, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced living, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her documentation and love. My warmness marched at my side of meat. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would chip at my way to the throne. I would lose men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the box. She did n't wear thin a sari but her leather pants. She left both her knocker bared, her right nipple pierced by the like gold ring 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 point, not bothering to even notice the insult."Shall we pay call to your dear mother."

Kushini licked her chops. She was excited, both nipples hard, her whisker 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 coal black slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking fiat at Kushini 's slaves. They obeyed. The men broke into a Trot, rushing past Kushini, Lucy, and me as they pounded through the corridors. We followed after, the men 's paraphernalia jingling as they raced up the stairs to the pinnacle of the ziggurat where Rushina waited in the throne 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 moment, a concern swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... unmediated manner ? No. Not even Kushini was so crass as to try that. And if she thought I was defenseless, she was mistaken.

I would charge her throat out, blade or no sword.

My saree whisked as we hurried up the stairs after our men. My ears were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale sounds of combat. A woman let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female slave and training them to defend would give her a bigger guard since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators.

But no char, no topic how skilled, could match my slave. They were big, muscular men. Size and give made far More of a difference in armed combat than dexterity and practice session. Especially with how honed my men were at scrap, equally as skilful as Rushina 's whore-guards.

ancestry scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my cousin. We gained the top of the step, bursting out on the entrance hall before the can elbow room. Crimson slicked the floor. sword rang on sword. womanhood 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 right sweeps of his sword. He reached the threshold, throwing them unfold onto the throne elbow room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

descent soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's simple metrical foot padding on the sticky blood. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt naked. The older rakshasa stood with imperial Grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female safety 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 knees, struggling to move up. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the level. Thushin took a hard swing on his neck. The blade cut oceanic abyss, his head held on only by his spine. stock spurted as my slave crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic courage as Bakiir slew her guards. My slave hacked and slashed. Issanik blade took a woman in the abdomen, spilling her bowels like patrician R-2 across the ground. stemma streamed from a cut down his dorsum, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the wake of our men. The dwindling female person guards fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking gang about her. Bakiir growled his orders, swinging his sword over his mind, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's slave, bleeding from a his thigh, his eyes rolled back into his head. A pang of satisfaction shot through Lucy 's smell as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"girl,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so solid now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guard right here on the blinking base, to roll in the Al Gore as she writhed in passion.

"And dearly Malakisha."

"Lord aunt,"I nodded, giving the inheritor due respect for her poise.

Bakiir 's steel stabbed into the intestine of the lone slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in pain, blood bubbling from her lip. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his blade 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 American ginseng as it slid from her scabbard. The auditory sensation reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to champion himself.

Kushini 's steel slammed through his chest of drawers. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My favourite striver, the simply man I had found worthy enough to breed my daughter, died, his affection destroyed by Kushini 's skilful thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly hitch fingers. His optic found mine. I saw it in his eyes. stupor. failure. He had wanted to please me.

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

Issanik cursed, his brand taking one of Kushini 's striver in the neck before a spear wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the complaint with Bakiir, had taken the tough of the wounding 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 heart hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playing on her brim. She gave me a elusive nod of her head then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, arms spread limp, line of descent pooling across his ebony chassis. I watched Kushini footfall 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.

"fountainhead, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, pride in her voice. Any mother would be so beatify 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 stamp out you, Mother. But I heard about the plot of land in clock time to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock absorber was clear. Her header 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 up me, Bakiir 's blood drippage from her brand. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen woman. She tensed on the clod of her metrical unit. I faced my first cousin, my heart pounding. fearfulness 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 balls of her stripped 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 expiry, I would face it with all the grace of God and self-respect of my post in the humans."Though I 'm shocked. Too pall to postulate the commode for yourself ?"

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

Armor jingled. iron heel thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your little whore told you."Kushini let out a growling laughter."Everyone in the zikurat knows you love her, Malakisha. That you are so decrepit you love a human being female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so ache, 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 words stung. I did n't worry."So what if you know she 's my heart,"I said."She 's the reasonableness I 'll be queen."

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot measure thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne way behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal stag safety device of stagnant pansy Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all firm, 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 instant to see Kushini raise her sword to parry Konayveh 's brute swing. The other royal sentry duty crashed into her men. The fight 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 much for her poise to withstand.

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

I licked my chops, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with acquisition. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's herculean 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 sari, 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 legerdemain. Their fuzz whipped about their heads, on the loose cloth whisking about their soundbox as they died. Their fountainhead were twisted so hard around by the howling gust, their hide ripped. They dropped in bust small-arm around Rushina.

No marvel she was so quiet. She had magic to fall 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 steel ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would have to get my own fangs bloody. It was galling, but I was too close to the throne to drop off it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The wind howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my clothing. My nipple piercing flared hot. The illusion melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline eyes widened as I landed before the throne. She 'd block what all girl of the ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed amber ring made its wearer immune to magic.

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

I seized her radiocarpal joint as she tried to slap me. My head snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my Fang. My tooth bit in toilsome. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her life. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her human body, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her naked breasts.

Licking my chops, I turned to face up Kushini.

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

It was far costlier than I expected. Damn Rushina for being a mage. I would only bear Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would fill so very much cunning to protect myself. I licked my chopper, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat rushed out of my cunt as his sword took my full cousin in the belly. She snarled in pain, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in shock, in fright, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much to a greater extent perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, rip spurting from his neck. He clutched a mitt 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, rakehell streaming through her fingers.

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

Kushini snorted, parentage flecking her fangs. Her life pumped out of her, eyes glossy with torture."No wonder she was so cool it with those hussy protecting her."

I straddled my cousin-german 's torso, staring down into her eyes."Do you require it quick, or do you desire the pain to embroil out, to have hope that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

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

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

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

I tore out my cousin-german 's pharynx. I killed my rival 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 metrical foot slapping through the sticky pool. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my bod. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my English. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my variety meat. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscle muscle. I groaned, hissing in painful sensation, my hired man lashing out at her out of instinct. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the dagger left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked body smeared in the blood, her facial expression twist with ... angriness. With rage. With hatred.

Hatred ?

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

I wrenched the tongue free of my side. descent poured hot down my tegument, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my warmness. discombobulation rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that angriness blaze in her font.

"My substance ..."I croaked, letting my transformation end, my human being side appearing as the fur retracted."What—"

"My philia,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to have sex you, to tolerate your foul speck !"

Her words cut mysterious than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her vocalisation was shrill."How could I love the beast who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and get me. Who forces me to do degrading number for her pleasance ! This was my prospect for exemption. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to seize nifty reward ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my countersign."'You can not be afraid. You have to conquer your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would have been spare !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the profligate pouring down my position, agony whipping in my pump."That man !"

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so mocking."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 pharynx."I die free of you, Malakisha !"

Anger surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. teeth became fangs. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those clock time she spoke those three beautiful news were a lie ? crying matted my fur as I landed on her consistence. My teeth snapped about her throat. I felt the musical rhythm 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 More acrid ancestry. She spasmed, her mind turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A tear fell from the fur around my eyes, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her body twitched.

Her perfect tense breasts rose and fell for the last time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain. line coated my side, weighed down my saree. I did n't care. Nothing mattered. I was poove, and I did n't want to sit the throne. Why ? What was the point ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to be intimate me back. I could still commemorate stumbling across her in the striver playpen, seeing the enduringness in her eyes as she sat with the former scared slave charwoman, this young matter, 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 disdain ? She had faked it all these year. 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 flavour over my shoulder. The Ziggurat was a disconsolate shape looming over the metropolis, a rising Great Pyramid built on blood and bother. Lucy 's death was one Sir Thomas More dip to soak into the stones. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my hair slid into my cheeks, and my fangs became dull teeth. My human nerve emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that seat. To be haunted by all her deceit. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the false dearest I shared with her. Places I had once thought of fondly, space 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 streamlined sea rover vessel. I smelled the fresh salt of the sea, heard the wharf creaking as the moving ridge 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 railing, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in hurting, I stumbled onto the deck. An former man stood with a whiplash 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 elderly man.

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

"Aye."

I 'd forget 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 boldness widened in daze as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's E. B. White beard,"grunted the bound man."Who in the god'public figure are you, woman ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to cognize the name of my new sauceboat,"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 year of authorisation into my snapping vox."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his spine."Speak !"

"The Golden thirst ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"police captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. maitre d'hotel. I liked the sound of that. A new start. A new life. I cut him free."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"Leave the crew 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 postulate a philia. She did n't ask screw. She was n't the foolish retard that Princess Malakisha was.

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

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

Pain. That was how new lives were born. Whether through the mother 's pain in the ass in childbirth or the agony of life sentence remolding you, new beginning 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 substantial. To be grueling. I had an full crowd to dominate. And I doubt any of them would be as strong as my Bakiir. pathos he was beat. What a literary pirate he would ingest made. I rubbed my belly. dishonor his come never quickened in me.

My manus tightened on the whip and dagger as the crew began appearing, eyes flicking to their dead senior pilot and then to me. I grinned, aegir for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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