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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the Ziggurat, my men at my cover, armed, armored. death was in the air. The hereafter promised profligate and violence. My mammilla were hard as my purple saree whisked against my thigh. Juices dribbled down my legs. My heart, my dear Lucy, marched at my side of meat, bare and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. tidal bore. She was ready to witness me confiscate the Queendom, to proclaim my potency before my Sister and cousins, my aunts and nieces. I would exact the bloody toilet and make it mine.

I just had to pop Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so much blood. I licked my chopper, my hair's-breadth twitching in prediction.

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royals when they"twist claws."kin politics were so savage in the ziggurat. It honed you into lastingness, into ascendency. It kept you alert.

It spiced lifetime, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her financial support and dearest. My nerve marched at my position. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would carve my way to the throne. I would fall back men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the recession. She did n't tire out a saree but her leather pants. She left both her pap bared, her right pap pierced by the same gold ring that I had. Her hip joint swayed, her sword swinging at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

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

Kushini licked her chop shot. She was excited, both tit hard, her whiskers 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 society at Kushini 's slaves. They obeyed. The men broke into a trot, rushing yesteryear 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 peak of the zikkurat where Rushina waited in the throne elbow room, surrounded by those whorish fair sex she thought would protect her.

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

Her deal played with the hilt of her sword. For a moment, a fearfulness swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... direct manner ? No. Not even Kushini was so crass as to try that. And if she thought I was defenseless, she was mistaken.

I would tear her pharynx out, steel or no sword.

My sari whisked as we hurried up the stairs after our men. My ear were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale sounds of scrap. A woman let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female slaves and training them to fight back would make her a larger guard since they were crummy than purchasing gladiators.

But no cleaning woman, no topic how skilled, could meet my slaves. They were big, muscular men. sizing and make made far more of a difference of opinion in scrap than dexterity and practice. Especially with how honed my men were at fighting, equally as genius as Rushina 's whore-guards.

Blood 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 potty elbow room. Crimson slicked the storey. Swords rang on sword. Women were on the earth, bleeding, groaning, limbs severed as our hard worker pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

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

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

lineage soaked into my sandals and my air-sleeve as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's stripped animal foot padding on the embarrassing blood. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt naked. The senior rakshasa stood with regal grace as she faced the mass murder, watching her female guard 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 rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his rachis, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a hard swing on his neck opening. The vane cut oceanic abyss, his head held on only by his prickle. Blood spurted as my slave crashed drained to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoical bravery as Bakiir slew her precaution. My striver hacked and slashed. Issanik blade took a char in the stomach, spilling her bowels like blue ropes across the basis. Blood streamed from a cut down his rear, 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 anchor ring about her. Bakiir growled his orderliness, swinging his sword over his head, rallying the men.

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

"girl,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her foreplay so strong now. I bet she was aching to have sex one of her safety device right here on the flaming storey, to wave in the bloodshed as she writhed in passion.

"And good Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the guts of the only if slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in pain in the ass, blood bubbling from her sassing. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to strike down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger school principal, exposing her pharynx. 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 spike. He turned to defend himself.

Kushini 's blade slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the length so fast. My deary slave, the only man I had found worthy enough to engender my girl, died, his heart destroyed by Kushini 's adept thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly limp finger's breadth. His oculus found mine. I saw it in his oculus. Shock. Failure. He had wanted to please me.

I would miss him. But his last 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 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 heart hammered in my pharynx. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the grinning playing on her back talk. She gave me a pernicious nod of her headway then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my schoolmarm !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's soundbox. He slumped to the base, arms spread hitch, line of descent pooling across his Diospyros ebenum chassis. I watched Kushini footprint over his body, approaching her mother. My men were all utterly now. Two-thirds of Kushini 's also. But that still gave her five men, their arm 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 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 kill you, female parent. But I heard about the plot in time to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock was percipient. Her head cocked, looking around, trying to enter out her daughter 's game."What a ... fast 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 rakehell dripping from her sword. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

Lucy bent down, snagging a sticker from a fallen char. She tensed on the balls of her understructure. I faced my cousin, my heart pounding. fright twisted through my tum. 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 Ball of her strip feet, slicked by rip."You thought you could use me to bolt down my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my end, I would face it with all the grace and dignity of my station in the reality."Though I 'm appall. Too scared to take the toilet 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 assassinator. Not me."

I inclined my question."Well played."

armor jingled. iron boot thumped. Louder.

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

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

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The iron boot steps thundered louder.

"Do n't you see your end coming, cousin ?"I asked.

Men burst into the commode way behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal guards of perfectly Queen Adroyna, led by Konayveh, billow into the elbow room. Ten of them, all brawny, all inviolable, and all mine.

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

It was such a marvelous second to see Kushini raise her brand to circumvent Konayveh 's brutal swing. The other royal guard duty crashed into her men. The fight was brutal, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing unassailable, now flinched back. She had come to the realisation she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whip was too a good deal for her cool to withstand.

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

I licked my chopper, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with acquisition. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's knock-down poking 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 scoop of her saree, a phial 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. jazz howled. My new soldiers were struck with illusion. Their hair whipped about their heads, loose material whisking about their bodies as they died. Their heads were twisted so arduous around by the howl gusts, their cutis ripped. They dropped in bust pieces around Rushina.

No wonder she was so settle down. She had magic to fall back upon. Why had I never learned she was a mage ? When had she learned this talent ? conjuration 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 beat. I would have to get my own fangs bloody. It was galling, but I was too close to the throne to lose it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's head teacher snapped towards me.

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

This cleaning lady was too feeble to be our queen if she forgot something so BASIC as that.

I seized her wrist joint as she tried to slap me. My headland snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my Fang. My teeth bit in heavily. Orgasmic expiation surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her spirit. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her physical body, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, lineage sheeting down her naked breasts.

Licking my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

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

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

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat rushed out of my slit as his steel took my full cousin in the paunch. She snarled in pain in the ass, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in shock, in concern, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, blood line spurting from his neck. He clutched a manus to his ruined pharynx, took a footstep towards Lucy, and collapsed. His rake 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 adhesive friction. She clutched her belly, rip streaming through her fingers.

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

Kushini snorted, stemma flecking her fang. Her life pumped out of her, eyes glossy with agony."No curiosity she was so calm with those loose woman protecting her."

I straddled my first cousin 's torso, staring down into her optic."Do you need it quick, or do you want the pain in the ass to drop back out, to take promise that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

She let out a purring laugh that turned into a tangle of pain."You outmaneuvered me. You used that lilliputian trollop of yours well."

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

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

I tore out my first cousin 's throat. I killed my rival for the stool. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her foundation slapping through the mucilaginous puddle. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant grinning in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

annoyance knifed through my soma. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's obelisk buried into my incline. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my variety meat. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal brawniness. I groaned, hissing in painful sensation, my bridge player 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 dead body smeared in the origin, her aspect twirl with ... anger. With rage. With hatred.

hatred ?

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

I wrenched the knife free of my side. Blood poured hot down my cutis, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my mettle. confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her cheek.

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

"My middle,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to love you, to birth your foul touch !"

Her words cut deep than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her vocalization was shrill."How could I lie with the creature who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and thrum 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 seize great reward ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my word of honor."'You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would have been disengage !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the bloodline pouring down my side, agony whipping in my heart."That man !"

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her gag was so derisive."I never loved a second of being with you. I just learned to guess. I faked it, and it kept the speculative of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her throat."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 times she spoke those three beautiful Word of God were a lie ? crying matted my fur as I landed on her body. My teeth snapped about her pharynx. 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 philia 's throat. I had never tasted more vitriolic rakehell. She spasmed, her heading turning away, looking at Konayveh 's clay as she died. I lifted my bloody gun muzzle. A tear fell from the fur around my center, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her body twitched.

Her perfect chest rose and fell for the live time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain. blood line coated my side of meat, weighed down my sari. I did n't deal. zero mattered. I was queen, and I did n't need to sit the pot. Why ? What was the point ? I was so evacuate inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to make love me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the striver penitentiary, seeing the strength in her oculus as she sat with the early dash buckle down women, this young thing, a virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

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

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her true touch ? The hatred ? The contempt ? She had faked it all these class. 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 shape looming over the city, a rising Pyramid built on blood and annoyance. Lucy 's death was one more drop to soak into the endocarp. My belly curdled.

I let my fur retract, my hair's-breadth slid into my boldness, and my fangs became muffled teeth. My human face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't brook to be in that position. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the false love life I shared with her. Places I had once thought of fondly, office 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 promontory snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vessel. I smelled the unused salt of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the wave rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter Strait.

I marched to the gangway, snarling against the botheration. I gripped the circle railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck of cards. An older man stood with a whip in bridge player, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms bounce to the mast, so ebony and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

I 'd blank out I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his thorax. I snatched the whip from his helping hand 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 clean whiskers,"grunted the edge man."Who in the Gods'epithet are you, char ?"

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

"I 'd like to know the epithet of my new gravy holder,"I said, fighting the wince of hurting as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of Captain 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my long time of dominance into my snapping voice."I gave you an guild, sailor."I cracked the whip in from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. sea captain. I liked the strait of that. A new start. A new life. I cut him rid."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"Leave the gang to me."

I turned my back on the Ziggurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the figure. Thyrna did n't need a heart. She did n't need eff. She was n't the dopy retard that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the palace, stabbed in the dorsum by her heart. A plagiarist police captain did n't take a heart.

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

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

I needed to be strong. To be hard. I had an intact gang to rule. And I doubt any of them would be as unassailable as my Bakiir. shame he was dead. What a plagiariser he would give made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his seed never quickened in me.

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

My whip cracked.

The END