The Rakshasa 's ticker
Chapter Little Joe : The Rakshasa 's sum
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the Ziggurat, my men at my dorsum, armed, armoured. Death was in the air. The time to come promised blood and fierceness. My teat were hard as my over-embellished sari whisked against my thighs. succus dribbled down my ramification. My ticker, my dear Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled emotional, too. eagre. She was set to witness me get hold of the Queendom, to proclaim my strength before my sisters and first cousin, my aunts and nieces. I would lay claim the bloody throne and pull in it mine.

I just had to wipe out Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so a lot blood. I licked my chops, my whiskers twitching in prediction.

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

It spiced aliveness, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was beaming I had her support and dear. My nitty-gritty marched at my side. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would carve 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 corner. She did n't wear out a sari but her leather knickers. She left both her tit bared, her right nipple pierced by the same gold ring that I had. Her hips swayed, her steel swing at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my head, not bothering to even acknowledge the affront."Shall we pay shout out to your dear mother."

Kushini licked her chopper. She was excited, both mamilla hard, her hairsbreadth 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 Diospyros ebenum slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking orders at Kushini 's hard worker. They obeyed. The men broke into a lope, rushing past Kushini, Lucy, and me as they pounded through the corridors. We followed after, the men 's geartrain 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 helping hand played with the hilt of her brand. For a moment, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... calculate manner ? No. Not even Kushini was so crass as to try that. And if she thought I was defenseless, she was mistaken.

I would tear her throat out, sword or no sword.

My 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 charwoman let out a word of advice cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female person hard worker and training them to fight would give her a orotund sentry go since they were gaudy than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no thing how skilled, could twin my slave. They were big, brawny men. sizing and reach made far more of a difference in combat than dexterity and pattern. Especially with how honed my men were at fighting, equally as whiz as Rushina 's whore-guards.

pedigree scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my cousin. We gained the top of the stairs, bursting out on the hall before the throne room. ruby slicked the flooring. Swords rang on sword. char were on the flat coat, bleeding, groaning, limbs severed as our slaves pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

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

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

parentage soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's bare foot padding on the embarrassing line of descent. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the stool room. Rushina rose from where she knelt raw. The elderly rakshasa stood with imperial grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female guards being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a blade through his gut. He fell onto his handwriting and knees, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his dorsum, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a punishing swing on his cervix. The blade cut deep, his drumhead held on only by his spine. profligate spurted as my slave crashed numb to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with Stoic courage as Bakiir slew her sentry duty. My slaves hacked and slashed. Issanik steel took a woman in the tummy, spilling her bowels like gloomy ropes across the ground. Blood streamed from a cut down his back, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the Wake Island of our men. The dwindling female guards fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking ring about her. Bakiir growled his ordering, swinging his sword over his head, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's slave, bleeding from a his second joint, his eyes rolled back into his point. A shot of satisfaction shot through Lucy 's scent as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"girl,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so warm now. I bet she was aching to roll in the hay one of her guards right here on the bloody floor, to twine in the bloodshed as she writhed in passion.

"And devout Malakisha."

"noble auntie,"I nodded, giving the heir due respect for her poise.

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the guts of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in bother, bloodline bubbling from her lips. 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 blade sang as it slid from her scabbard. The speech sound reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to defend himself.

Kushini 's sword slammed through his breast. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My front-runner slave, the only 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 eyes found mine. I saw it in his eyes. Shock. Failure. He had wanted to delight me.

I would miss him. But his Death was deserving this sacrifice.

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

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

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's trunk. He slumped to the base, weapon system spread limp, bloodline pooling across his jet black flesh. I watched Kushini stride over his soundbox, approaching her mother. My men were all dead now. Two-thirds of Kushini 's also. But that still gave her five men, their weapon system all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

"Well, girl, very well played,"Rushina said, pride in her voice. Any female parent would be so thrilled to see a daughter grown strong.

And then something I had n't expected happened. Kushini knelt before her mother and said,"Malakisha wanted to pour down you, Mother. But I heard about the plot in clip to act and came to your rescue."

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

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A shiver ran through her. She rose and turned to confront me, Bakiir 's lineage dripping from her sword. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

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

"Yes, you thought to jab me in the vertebral column after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the chunk of her unfinished feet, slicked by lineage."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 up it with all the grace and dignity of my station in the world."Though I 'm aghast. Too pock to take the throne for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the throne,"she purred."Mother will need me to protect her. I 'll whisper in her ear. She 'll do whatever I say while she draws the bravo. Not me."

I inclined my head."Well played."

Armor jingled. Boots thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your footling 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 being female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so smart, so cunning, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that minuscule strumpet with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The the boot steps thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the potty way behind me. Kushini froze, her spike flicking as she witnessed the royal stag guards of dead female monarch 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 moment to see Kushini conjure her sword to parry Konayveh 's beastly swing. The other royal guards crashed into her men. The fight was roughshod, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing strong, now flinched back. She had come to the actualisation she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whiplash was too a lot for her poise to withstand.

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

I licked my chop, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with acquirement. 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 close fell dead.

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a sack of her sari, a vial of something white.

Of cum.

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

The air rushed through the way. Wind howled. My new soldiers were struck with magic. Their hair whipped about their headspring, liberal cloth whisking about their eubstance as they died. Their heads were twisted so heavy around by the howling blow, their peel ripped. They dropped in rupture pieces around Rushina.

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

Snarling, I charged yesteryear Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would give birth to get my own Fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too closemouthed to the throne to drop off it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's headland snapped towards me.

The farting howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my clothing. My tit piercing flared hot. The magic melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline heart widened as I landed before the crapper. She 'd forgotten what all girl of the zikurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed Au ring made its wearer immune to magic.

This woman was too fallible to be our queen if she forgot something so introductory 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 teeth bit in strong. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, salty sense of taste of her biography. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her bod, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her naked breasts.

defeat my chopper, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the span circling each other. Lucy watched from the paries, her hand clenching her obelisk. Her grimace twisted with Hope. She felt my victory near. I watched the engagement. Konayveh would win me the throne.

It was far costlier than I expected. shit Rushina for being a mage. I would only ingest Konayveh as a sentry duty now. I would be vulnerable. It would take aim so much cunning to protect myself. I licked my chops, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heating system rushed out of my pussy as his blade took my first cousin in the abdomen. She snarled in pain, deflexion over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's pharynx with her dying drive. Lucy screamed out in shock, in fearfulness, realizing that my normal of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, blood spurting from his neck. He clutched a hand 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."Did you love your mother had magic ?"

Kushini snorted, lineage flecking her Fang. Her lifetime pumped out of her, centre glossy with suffering."No admiration she was so calm with those sluts protecting her."

I straddled my cousin-german 's body, staring down into her optic."Do you desire it quick, or do you want the pain to drag out, to take hope that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

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

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

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her eyes flicking to the right wing for a moment."I wish you well with that, full 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 stock even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her pes slapping through the sticky pool. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

hurting knifed through my flesh. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my side. As I turned to front her, her tongue missed my electric organ. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal musculus. I groaned, hissing in pain, my hand 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 face distortion with ... anger. With rage. With hatred.

Hatred ?

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

I wrenched the knife free of my side. lineage poured hot down my skin, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my heart. mix-up rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her human face.

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

"My heart,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to love you, to bear your foul pinch !"

Her Logos cut cryptical than the knife.

"I ..."I could n't mouth. I could n't comprehend."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 mystify me. Who forces me to do degrading acts for her pleasure ! This was my fortune for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to arrogate great rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my speech."'You can not be afraid. You have to seize your chance and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would have been free !"

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

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so derisive."I never loved a second base of being with you. I just learned to dissemble. I faked it, and it kept the worst 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 words were a lie ? split matted my fur as I landed on her dead body. 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 pharynx. I had never tasted to a greater extent bitter line of descent. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody gag. A rent fell from the fur around my centre, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her body twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the finally 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. aught mattered. I was queer, and I did n't want to sit the throne. Why ? What was the peak ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to sleep together me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the slave pen, seeing the strength in her oculus as she sat with the former scared buckle down women, this young thing, a virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

I had fallen in sexual love with her. She had stolen my heart.

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her rightful touch sensation ? 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 bitch. I should n't detest myself for ripping out her pharynx. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a look over my shoulder. The Ziggurat was a dark form looming over the city, a rising Pyramids of Egypt built on line of descent and pain in the neck. Lucy 's death was one to a greater extent drop to dowse into the Harlan Fisk Stone. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my cheeks, and my fang became thudding teeth. My human grimace emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that place. 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, places I thought we shared such joy, were tainted.

Destroyed.

I should detest her.

Why could n't I just hate her ?

A whip cracked.

My foreland snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a aerodynamic sea robber vessel. I smelled the reinvigorated salt of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the moving ridge rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter pass.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the hurting. I gripped the rope rail, hauling myself up it piecemeal. Snarling in botheration, I stumbled onto the deck. An quondam man stood with a party whip in deal, a Halanian man kneeling before him, limb bound to the mast, so ebony and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

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

"Seljan 's White person whiskers,"grunted the spring man."Who in the Gods'names are you, woman ?"

I almost said my epithet, but Malakisha had no tenderness. 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 wish to know the figure of my new boat,"I said, fighting the wince of infliction as I bent down and ripped the sticker out of Captain 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my years of dominance into my snapping vocalism."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My lash cracked across his back.

"maitre d'hotel !"he grunted.

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

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

"Leave the crew to me."

I turned my rear on the Ziggurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't require a heart. She did n't need be intimate. She was n't the jerky idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

That char died in the castle, stabbed in the back by her heart. A pirate captain did n't involve a heart.

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

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

I needed to be strong. To be arduous. I had an entire crew to dominate. And I doubt any of them would be as unassailable as my Bakiir. Pity he was perfectly. What a sea rover he would ingest made. I rubbed my belly. disgrace his seminal fluid never quickened in me.

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

My whip cracked.

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