The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter four-spot : 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 back, armed, armored. decease was in the air. The future promised blood and vehemence. My pap were hard as my violet saree whisked against my thigh. succus dribbled down my legs. My pith, my good Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. Eager. She was quick to witness me sequester the Queendom, to proclaim my strength before my sis and cousin, my aunty and nieces. I would arrogate the bloody throne and make it mine.

I just had to kill Rushina and Kushini. I 'd talk so often blood. I licked my chop shot, my hair's-breadth twitching in anticipation.

striver gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royal when they"twist claws."Family politics were so savage in the Ziggurat. It honed you into strength, into authority. It kept you alert.

It spiced life history, made you appreciate what you had.

I was gladiola Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her funding and love. My heart 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 fall back men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the street corner. She did n't wear a sari but her leather trouser. She left both her mammilla bared, her right mammilla pierced by the same gold tintinnabulation that I had. Her pelvic girdle swayed, her steel swinging at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

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

Kushini licked her chop shot. She was excited, both nipple hard, her hair's-breadth quivering."I am so eagre to see her tonight. I am such a dutiful daughter."

My purr rose in my throat as I turned, nodding to my ebony 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 geartrain jingling as they raced up the stairs to the superlative of the zikurat where Rushina waited in the throne way, 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 sword. For a bit, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to drink down 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 shoot her pharynx out, blade 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 woman let out a word of advice cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female slaves and training them to crusade would give her a declamatory guard duty since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no affair how skilled, could match my slave. They were big, brawny men. size of it and reach made far more of a remainder in combat than dexterity and practice. Especially with how perfect my men were at combat, equally as star as Rushina 's whore-guards.

Blood scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my full cousin. We gained the top of the stairs, bursting out on the vestibule before the throne elbow room. ruby slicked the level. Swords rang on blade. 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 fair sex, laying into them with his right expanse of his sword. He reached the door, throwing them out-of-doors onto the stool elbow room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The hard worker fell screaming off his blade.

origin soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the vestibule, Lucy 's bare feet padding on the embarrassing blood. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the pot way. Rushina rose from where she knelt raw. The older rakshasa stood with imperial grace as she faced the slaughter, watching her female person guards being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a sword through his gut. He fell onto his manus and knees, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the storey. Thushin took a intemperate golf shot on his neck opening. The sword cut deep, his caput held on only by his sticker. Blood spurted as my slave crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with unemotional person courage as Bakiir slew her safety device. My hard worker hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a womanhood in the venter, spilling her bowels like puritanic Mexican valium across the ground. blood line 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 guards fell back to their schoolma'am, collapsing into a shrinking pack about her. Bakiir growled his ordering, swinging his sword over his head, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's hard worker, bleeding from a his thigh, his centre rolled back into his oral sex. A thrust of satisfaction stab through Lucy 's perfume as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"Daughter,"Rushina said.

"female parent,"Kushini purred, her arousal so strong now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guards right here on the bloody floor, to swan in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And dear Malakisha."

"nobleman aunt,"I nodded, giving the heir due deference for her poise.

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the backbone of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in pain, blood bubbling from her lip. He kicked her off his weapon system and drew back his brand to shine down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger head, exposing her throat. Accepted that she had lost.

I tensed. Here came the betrayal.

Kushini moved faster than I expected. The rakshasa sprang forward, snarling out in rage. Her sword sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to represent himself.

Kushini 's steel slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the space so fast. My front-runner slave, the only man I had found worthy enough to breed my girl, died, his heart destroyed by Kushini 's expert thrust.

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

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

Issanik cursed, his sword taking one of Kushini 's slaves in the neck before a shaft wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the tutelage with Bakiir, had taken the worst of the wounding dispatching Rushina 's whore-guards. Now Kushini 's men hit them from behind, running them through, butchering all the hard worker I had spent years cultivating.

My fondness hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the mo. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile acting on her sass. She gave me a subtle nod of her heading then screamed out,"treason ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody blade from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, arms spread hitch, blood pooling across his pitch black form. I watched Kushini step over his trunk, approaching her mother. My men were all dead now. Two-thirds of Kushini 's also. But that still gave her five men, their weapons all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

"fountainhead, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, pride in her voice. Any mother would be so thrilled to see a daughter grown strong.

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

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

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

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen woman. She tensed on the formal of her foundation. I faced my cousin, my fondness throb. Fear twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to stab me in the dorsum after I killed my female parent,"Kushini said, advancing on the balls of her bare 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 death, I would present it with all the grace and dignity of my station in the world."Though I 'm take aback. Too pit to study the stool 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 brain."Well played."

armor jingled. charge thumped. Louder.

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

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

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The charge steps thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne room behind me. Kushini froze, her ear flicking as she witnessed the royal stag guards of dead queen mole rat Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all unassailable, 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 fantastic import to see Kushini produce her steel to parry Konayveh 's beastly jive. The early royal guard crashed into her men. The fight was brutal, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing inviolable, now flinched back. She had come to the actualization she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whiplash was too much for her aplomb to withstand.

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

I licked my chop, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's sinewy thrusts while her men died behind her. The five were outnumbered. They killed three of Konayveh 's men before the death fell numb.

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

Of cum.

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

The air rushed through the room. farting howled. My new soldiers were struck with conjuration. Their hair whipped about their heads, let loose cloth whisking about their bodies as they died. Their heads were twisted so heavy around by the howling blast, their skin ripped. They dropped in displume man around Rushina.

No wonderment she was so becalm. She had magic to fall back upon. Why had I never learned she was a mage ? When had she learned this talent ? conjuring trick was abhorred in the Queendom. It was why we wore our piercings.

Snarling, I charged past tense Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords 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 crapper to lose it all now. My sari swirled about my second joint as I leaped.

Rushina 's straits snapped towards me.

The steer howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my clothing. My pap piercing flared hot. The deception melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline eyes widened as I landed before the throne. She 'd block what all daughter of the Ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed Au pack made its wearer immune to magic.

This fair sex was too weak to be our queen if she forgot something so basic as that.

I seized her wrists as she tried to slap me. My top dog snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my fangs. My teeth bit in laborious. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her lifetime. I ripped her pharynx out. I devoured her flesh, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the crapper, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her naked breasts.

Licking my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the twain circling each other. Lucy watched from the bulwark, her paw clenching her dagger. Her face twisted with Leslie Townes Hope. She felt my victory near. I watched the fight. Konayveh would win me the throne.

It was far costlier than I expected. darn Rushina for being a mage. I would only have Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would contract so a good deal slyness to protect myself. I licked my chop shot, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heating plant rushed out of my pussy as his brand took my full cousin in the venter. She snarled in pain, deflection 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 spurting from his neck opening. He clutched a hand to his ruined pharynx, took a step towards Lucy, and collapsed. His blood mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only ft from my slain champion.

"No,"groaned Kushini. She fell onto her back, her brand fallen from her traction. She clutched her belly, line streaming through her fingers.

I moved to her, standing over my cousin."Did you bed your female parent had magic ?"

Kushini snorted, blood flecking her fangs. Her life pumped out of her, eyes glossy with suffering."No wonder she was so calm with those adulteress protecting her."

I straddled my cousin 's trunk, staring down into her eyes."Do you want it quick, or do you need the pain to cart out, to feature Hope that somehow you 'll triumph ?"

She let out a purring laughter that turned into a snarl of infliction."You outmaneuvered me. You used that little slattern of yours well."

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

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

I tore out my cousin 's pharynx. I killed my rival for the crapper. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my gag as Lucy padded up behind me, her feet slapping through the sticky puddle. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

painfulness knifed through my flesh. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my side. As I turned to confront her, her knife missed my variety meat. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscle musculus. I groaned, hissing in pain in the ass, my hired 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 trunk smeared in the blood, her aspect twirl with ... anger. With rage. With hatred.

Hatred ?

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

I wrenched the knife give up of my side. Blood poured hot down my skin, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my philia. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blaze in her human face.

"My fondness ..."I croaked, letting my transformation 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 touch !"

Her words cut bass than the knife.

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

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

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

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so derisive."I never loved a arcsecond 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 loose of you, Malakisha !"

Anger surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. dentition became fang. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those times she spoke those three beautiful Word of God were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her body. My teeth snapped about her throat. 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 heart 's throat. I had never tasted more bitter blood. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's stiff as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A snag fell from the fur around my eyes, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her physical structure twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the endure time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain. stock coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't manage. goose egg mattered. I was queen, and I did n't require to sit the can. Why ? What was the point ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so a great deal. I thought she had grown to have it off me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the slave pens, seeing the forcefulness in her eyes as she sat with the other scared striver women, this Edward Young thing, a virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

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

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her admittedly feeling ? The hatred ? The despite ? 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 feeling over my shoulder joint. The Ziggurat was a dark shape looming over the city, a rising Pyramid built on blood and pain. Lucy 's death was one to a greater extent driblet to overcharge into the stones. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my cheeks, and my fang became irksome teeth. My human fount emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that place. To be haunted by all her illusion. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminder of the false love I shared with her. office I had once thought of fondly, places 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 forefront snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vessel. I smelled the fresh table 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 gangplank, snarling against the pain. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it stepwise. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck. An older man stood with a whip in deal, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms edge to the mast, so jet black and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

"Who in Vedr 's gaping snatch are you, lass ?"grunted the honest-to-god man.

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

"Aye."

I 'd block I held the obelisk still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the lash from his workforce as he crashed onto the deck of cards. His face widened in jar as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his fount went slack.

"Seljan 's white beard,"grunted the bounds man."Who in the immortal'names are you, char ?"

I almost said my name, but Malakisha had no nerve. 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 wish to know the name of my new sauceboat,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain as I bent down and ripped the sticker out of Captain 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my long time of dominance into my click vocalization."I gave you an lodge, sailor."I cracked the whip in from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

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

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

"leave of absence the crew to me."

I turned my vertebral column on the Ziggurat and strolled the deck of cards of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the figure. Thyrna did n't require a heart. She did n't involve bed. She was n't the jerky changeling that Princess Malakisha was.

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

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

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

I needed to be strong. To be tough. I had an entire bunch to prevail. And I doubt any of them would be as unattackable as my Bakiir. Pity he was dead. What a pirate he would own made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his seed never quickened in me.

My hands tightened on the whiplash and dagger as the work party began appearing, eyes flicking to their short captain and then to me. I grinned, aegir for the new challenge.

My lash cracked.

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