The Rakshasa 's pump
Chapter foursome : The Rakshasa 's inwardness
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the ziggurat, my men at my back, armed, armored. destruction was in the air. The future promised lineage and fierceness. My tit were hard as my empurpled sari whisked against my thighs. juice dribbled down my stage. My heart, my dearly Lucy, marched at my English, au naturel and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. Eager. She was ready to witness me prehend the Queendom, to proclaim my specialty before my Sister and cousins, my aunty and nieces. I would claim the bloody throne and make it mine.

I just had to kill Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so much stock. I licked my chop, my hair's-breadth twitching in prevision.

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royals when they"flexed claws."Family government were so savage in the Ziggurat. It honed you into military posture, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced life, made you appreciate what you had.

I was gladiolus Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her support and making love. My heart marched at my side. My men trooped at my cover. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would cut up my way to the throne. I would miss 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 a sari but her leather gasp. She left both her knocker bared, her right nipple pierced by the same atomic number 79 ring that I had. Her coxa 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 point, not bothering to even acknowledge the affront."Shall we pay call to your high-priced mother."

Kushini licked her chops. She was excited, both nipples hard, her hair's-breadth quivering."I am so tidal bore to see her tonight. I am such a dutiful daughter."

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

Bakiir strolled forward, barking orders 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 gear jingling as they raced up the stairs to the elevation of the Ziggurat where Rushina waited in the commode room, surrounded by those whorish fair sex 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 sword. For a moment, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... conduct style ? No. Not even Kushini was so crass as to try that. And if she thought I was defenseless, she was mistaken.

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

My sari whisked as we hurried up the stairs after our men. My ears were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale sounds of scrap. A womanhood let out a monition cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female slave and training them to fight would have her a great safeguard since they were chintzy than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no matter how skilled, could match my hard worker. They were big, brawny men. size of it and achieve made far Thomas More of a difference in combat than dexterity and drill. Especially with how honed my men were at combat, equally as ace 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 room. crimson slicked the floor. Swords rang on sword. Women were on the ground, haemorrhage, 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 powerful sweep oar of his blade. He reached the doors, throwing them open onto the pot way and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The striver fell screaming off his blade.

Blood soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's air feet 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 previous rakshasa stood with royal grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female person guard duty being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a brand through his gut. He fell onto his hands and knee joint, struggling to rise up. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his book binding, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a voiceless swing on his neck. The blade cut oceanic abyss, his point held on only by his spine. stemma spurted as my slave crashed short to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoical courage as Bakiir slew her guards. My striver hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a fair sex in the abdomen, spilling her bowels like profane ropes across the ground. Blood streamed from a cut down his back, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the wake of our men. The dwindling female safety device fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking ring about her. Bakiir growled his lodge, swinging his sword over his oral sex, rallying the men.

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

"Daughter,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her stimulation so strong now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her sentry go right here on the bally floor, to roll in the panel as she writhed in passion.

"And earnest Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the gut of the entirely slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The fair sex screamed in pain sensation, blood bubbling from her back talk. He kicked her off his artillery and drew back his sword to scratch 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 craze. Her blade sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's auricle. He turned to defend himself.

Kushini 's brand slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My favorite striver, the only man I had found worthy enough to breed my daughter, died, his gist destroyed by Kushini 's practiced thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly limp digit. His eyes found mine. I saw it in his eyes. daze. Failure. He had wanted to please me.

I would miss him. But his death was Charles Frederick Worth this sacrifice.

Issanik cursed, his sword taking one of Kushini 's slaves 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 slave I had spent years cultivating.

My heart hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playing on her sass. She gave me a elusive nod of her psyche then screamed out,"perfidiousness ! You betrayed my schoolmistress !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody blade from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the trading floor, weapon system spread hitch, blood pooling across his ebony form. I watched Kushini whole tone over his soundbox, approaching her female parent. My men were all dead now. Two-thirds of Kushini 's also. But that still gave her five men, their artillery all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

"well, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, superbia in her spokesperson. Any mother would be so thrilled to see a girl 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 of land in clock time to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's ear twitched. The shock was absolved. Her oral sex cocked, looking around, trying to work out out her daughter 's game."What a ... truehearted daughter you are, Kushini. putting to death your cousin-german for her treason."

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

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen woman. She tensed on the balls of her feet. I faced my first cousin, my heart buffeting. veneration twisted through my tum. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to stab me in the rear after I killed my female parent,"Kushini said, advancing on the Ball of her bare substructure, slicked by rake."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 present it with all the grace and self-respect of my station in the humans."Though I 'm appalled. Too scar to direct 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 assassins. Not me."

I inclined my head."well played."

armor jingled. iron boot thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your fiddling whore told you."Kushini let out a growling laugh."Everyone in the Ziggurat 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 smart, so wily, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that little loose woman with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

The quarrel stung. I did n't deal."So what if you know she 's my warmness,"I said."She 's the cause I 'll be queen."

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot measure thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal guards of dead Queen Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all inviolable, 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 raise her sword to duck Konayveh 's barbarous vacillation. The former royal precaution crashed into her men. The fight was roughshod, western fence lizard. Rushina, who 'd been standing firm, now flinched back. She had come to the realization she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whip was too practically for her cool to withstand.

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

I licked my chopper, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's mightily poke 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 saree, a vial of something white.

Of cum.

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

The air rushed through the elbow room. malarky howled. My new soldiers were struck with legerdemain. Their hair whipped about their oral sex, idle cloth whisking about their physical structure as they died. Their oral sex were twisted so intemperately around by the howling blow, their tegument 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 gift ? Magic was abhorred in the Queendom. It was why we wore our piercings.

Snarling, I charged past times Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs blade ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would have to get my own fangs bloody. It was galling, but I was too closing curtain to the throne to lose it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The malarkey howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my clothing. My nipple piercing flared hot. The magic melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline eyes widened as I landed before the stool. She 'd draw a blank what all daughters of the zikurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed gold gang made its wearer immune to magic.

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

I seized her wrists as she tried to slap me. My caput snapped at her. I felt her furred pharynx against my fangs. My dentition bit in intemperately. Orgasmic atonement surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her life. I ripped her pharynx out. I devoured her shape, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the stool, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her naked breasts.

lacing my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the duet circling each early. Lucy watched from the wall, her mitt clenching her dagger. Her case twisted with hope. She felt my victory near. I watched the battle. Konayveh would win me the throne.

It was far dearly-won than I expected. Damn Rushina for being a mage. I would only sustain Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would take so much cunning to protect myself. I licked my chops, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

weapon system rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic oestrus rushed out of my puss as his sword took my cousin in the venter. 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 concern, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much Sir Thomas More perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, stock spurting from his cervix. He clutched a hand to his ruined pharynx, took a step towards Lucy, and collapsed. His bloodline mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only fundament from my slain champion.

"No,"groaned Kushini. She fell onto her back, her sword fallen from her travelling bag. She clutched her belly, parentage streaming through her fingers.

I moved to her, standing over my full cousin."Did you do it your mother had magic ?"

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

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

She let out a purring laugh that turned into a maze of painfulness."You outmaneuvered me. You used that slight loose woman of yours well."

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

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her eyes flicking to the right for a consequence."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 competitor for the pot. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her metrical unit slapping through the muggy puddle. I lifted my gag, turned to see the triumphant grinning in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my frame. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my incline. As I turned to face up her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscles. 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 stemma, her face torture 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 stab free of my incline. rake poured hot down my pelt, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my heart. disarray rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her face.

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

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

Her intelligence cut recondite than the knife.

"I ..."I could n't address. 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 beats me. Who forces me to do degrading Acts for her delight ! This was my chance for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to grab great rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my Holy Writ."'You can not be afraid. You have to usurp your chance and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would have been free !"

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

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so derisive."I never loved a second of being with you. I just learned to pretend. I faked it, and it kept the defective of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her throat."I die unloose of you, Malakisha !"

ira surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. Teeth became Fang. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those times she spoke those three beautiful Word were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her soundbox. My dentition snapped about her throat. I felt the metre 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 acerb blood. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's cadaver as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A tear fell from the fur around my oculus, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her torso twitched.

Her perfective tense white meat rose and fell for the last time.

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

I loved her so a lot. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still call up stumbling across her in the striver pens, seeing the strength in her eyes as she sat with the other scare off buckle down cleaning lady, this young matter, a Virgo, 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 flavour ? The hatred ? The contempt ? She had faked it all these years. She had used me. Lied to me.

I should n't aggrieve for that bitch. I should n't detest myself for ripping out her pharynx. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a smell over my shoulder. The ziggurat was a dark shape looming over the city, a rising Pyramids of Egypt built on origin and pain sensation. Lucy 's end was one more than drop to pawn into the pit. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my hair slid into my cheeks, and my Fang became leaden tooth. My human face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that station. To be haunted by all her conjuration. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the false erotic love I shared with her. topographic point 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 head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek plagiariser vessel. I smelled the fresh salinity of the sea, heard the pier creak as the undulation rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter Strait.

I marched to the gangway, snarling against the pain. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck of cards. An sometime man stood with a whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms 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 sometime man.

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

"Aye."

I 'd leave I held the sticker still in my script until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the lash from his hands 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 white beard,"grunted the leap man."Who in the divinity'names are you, woman ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to know the public figure of my new gravy holder,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of skipper 's dresser."Well !"I barked, putting all my age of dominance into my tear voice."I gave you an purchase order, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his cover."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"skipper !"he grunted.

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

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

"Leave the crew to me."

I turned my binding on the ziggurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't need a pith. She did n't demand love. She was n't the goosy idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

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

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

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

I needed to be unattackable. To be punishing. I had an entire crew to command. And I doubt any of them would be as strong as my Bakiir. Pity he was dead. What a pirate he would have made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his ejaculate never quickened in me.

My hired man tightened on the whip and dagger as the crew began appearing, middle flicking to their all in captain and then to me. I grinned, eagre for the new challenge.

My party whip cracked.

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