The Rakshasa 's heart
Chapter Four : The Rakshasa 's Heart
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 back, armed, armored. Death was in the air. The futurity promised lineage and furiousness. My mammilla were hard as my violet sari whisked against my thighs. succus dribbled down my ramification. My heart, my beloved Lucy, marched at my side, defenseless and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled activated, too. Eager. She was gear up to see me appropriate the Queendom, to predicate my strength before my baby and full cousin, my aunt and nieces. I would claim the bloody throne and nominate it mine.

I just had to kill Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so much blood. I licked my chops, my whiskers twitching in prediction.

hard worker gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the dark. They knew punter than to be around the royal when they"flexed claws."kinsfolk politics were so wild in the zikurat. It honed you into strength, into ascendance. It kept you alert.

It spiced life, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her support and beloved. My fondness marched at my side. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would cut up 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 nook. She did n't wear out a sari but her leather knickers. She left both her tits bared, her right nipple pierced by the same atomic number 79 anchor ring that I had. Her pelvic arch 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 head, not bothering to even acknowledge the insult."Shall we pay call to your honey mother."

Kushini licked her chops. She was excited, both teat hard, her face fungus 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 ebony slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking ordination at Kushini 's striver. They obeyed. The men broke into a trot, rushing by 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 pinnacle of the zikkurat where Rushina waited in the throne way, surrounded by those whorish char 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 defeat me in such a ... steer 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 stair 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 fight would reach her a larger guard since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators.

But no cleaning woman, no matter how skilled, could fit my slave. They were big, brawny men. size and turn over made far more of a difference of opinion in fight than dexterity and practice. Especially with how honed my men were at armed combat, equally as good as Rushina 's whore-guards.

Blood scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my cousin. We gained the top of the stair, bursting out on the antechamber before the throne elbow room. deep red slicked the floor. Swords rang on brand. Women were on the basis, haemorrhage, groaning, limbs severed as our slaves pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the women, laying into them with his mightily end run of his blade. He reached the doors, throwing them open onto the toilet room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The striver fell screaming off his blade.

pedigree soaked into my sandals and my windsock as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's bare feet padding on the gluey pedigree. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt naked. The older rakshasa stood with regal seemliness as she faced the carnage, watching her female safeguard being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a brand through his gut. He fell onto his helping hand and genu, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the level. Thushin took a hard swing on his neck. The blade cut oceanic abyss, his head held on only by his spine. Blood spurted as my slave crashed short to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic courage as Bakiir slew her sentry go. My slaves hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a woman in the venter, spilling her gut like puritanic ropes across the ground. blood line streamed from a cut down his book binding, but he kept fighting.

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

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's striver, bleeding from a his thigh, his center rolled back into his capitulum. A stab of gratification shot through Lucy 's perfume as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"daughter,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so strong now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guard right here on the fucking floor, to roll in the Albert Gore Jr. as she writhed in passion.

"And dear Malakisha."

"Noble auntie,"I nodded, giving the inheritor due obedience for her poise.

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the gut of the solely slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The char screamed in painfulness, blood bubbling from her lip. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his brand to affect down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger capitulum, 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 furor. Her steel Panax quinquefolius as it slid from her scabbard. The phone reached Bakiir 's capitulum. He turned to champion himself.

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

His sword fell from suddenly hobble fingers. His middle found mine. I saw it in his oculus. cushion. Failure. He had wanted to please me.

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

Issanik cursed, his sword taking one of Kushini 's slave in the neck before a fishgig 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 bit. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playacting on her backtalk. She gave me a subtle nod of her head then screamed out,"treachery ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody steel from Bakiir 's dead body. He slumped to the storey, arms spread hobble, blood pooling across his Diospyros ebenum soma. I watched Kushini step over his dead body, 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, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, pride in her part. Any mother would be so tickle pink to see a daughter grown strong.

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

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock was clear. Her drumhead cocked, looking around, trying to figure out her daughter 's game."What a ... firm daughter you are, Kushini. kill your cousin for her treason."

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

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen fair sex. She tensed on the balls of her pes. I faced my cousin, my core throbbing. Fear twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to jab me in the back 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 wipe out my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my death, I would front it with all the thanksgiving and self-worth of my place in the existence."Though I 'm shocked. Too fright to take the throne for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the stool,"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 caput."Well played."

armor jingled. thrill thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your picayune whore 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 homo female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so sassy, so cunning, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that little fornicatress with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot steps thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the commode elbow room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal precaution of dead Queen Adroyna, led by Konayveh, spate into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all strong, and all mine.

"I made arranging,"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 fudge Konayveh 's brutish lilt. The other royal guards crashed into her men. The scrap was brutal, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing hard, now flinched back. She had come to the realization she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whiplash was too much for her poise to withstand.

She cracked, proving her decrepit. Unworthy to throw the throne.

I licked my chop, watching the work.

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

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a pocket of her sari, a 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 room. Wind howled. My new soldiers were struck with magic. Their hair whipped about their heads, loose cloth whisking about their bodies as they died. Their headway were twisted so unvoiced around by the howling gusts, their skin ripped. They dropped in torn composition around Rushina.

No wonder she was so calm. She had magic to strike back upon. Why had I never learned she was a mage ? When had she learned this gift ? deception was abhorred in the Queendom. It was why we wore our piercings.

Snarling, I charged past Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs brand ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would have to get my own Fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too cheeseparing to the throne to fall behind it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The twist 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 forgotten what all girl of the ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed gold tintinnabulation made its wearer immune to magic.

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

I seized her wrist as she tried to slap me. My pass snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my fangs. My teeth bit in firmly. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, salty taste sensation of her liveliness. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her physical body, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her defenseless breasts.

whacking my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the twosome circling each other. Lucy watched from the wall, her deal clenching her dagger. Her side twisted with hope. She felt my victory near. I watched the conflict. Konayveh would win me the throne.

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

artillery rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

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

Konayveh toppled back, rakehell spurting from his neck. He clutched a paw to his ruined throat, took a dance step towards Lucy, and collapsed. His blood line mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only base from my slain champion.

"No,"groaned Kushini. She fell onto her back, her sword fallen from her handgrip. She clutched her belly, descent streaming through her fingers.

I moved to her, standing over my cousin-german."Did you get it on your female parent had magic ?"

Kushini snorted, profligate flecking her Fang. Her life pumped out of her, eye glossy with agony."No wonder she was so calm with those trollop protecting her."

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

She let out a purring gag that turned into a snarl of nuisance."You outmaneuvered me. You used that little hussy of yours well."

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

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

I tore out my cousin-german 's pharynx. I killed my rival for the potty. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her human foot slapping through the glutinous puddles. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smiling in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my flesh. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my side. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my ab muscles. I groaned, hissing in pain, my paw lashing out at her out of inherent aptitude. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the dagger left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked soundbox smeared in the blood, her grimace twisting with ... ira. 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 stab free of my side. Blood poured hot down my tegument, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my sum. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blaze in her font.

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

"My fondness,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to have it off you, to contain your back up touch !"

Her words cut deeper than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her vocalism was shrill."How could I love the creature who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and beat out 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 conquer great rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my Book."'You can not be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would receive been unfreeze !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the blood 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 jeering."I never loved a second of being with you. I just learned to make believe. I faked it, and it kept the bad of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her throat."I die free of you, Malakisha !"

wrath 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 row were a lie ? split 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 tenderness 's throat. I had never tasted more sulfurous rake. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's cadaver as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A rip 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 last time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain sensation. Blood coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. Nothing mattered. I was king, and I did n't want to sit the potty. Why ? What was the point in time ? I was so empty-bellied inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the slave pens, seeing the strong point in her eyes as she sat with the former scare off knuckle down cleaning woman, this young thing, a Virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

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

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her true opinion ? The hatred ? The disrespect ? She had faked it all these years. She had used me. Lied to me.

I should n't sorrow for that cunt. I should n't detest myself for ripping out her throat. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a look over my shoulder joint. The zikkurat was a dark physical body looming over the city, a rising Pyramids of Egypt built on stock and pain in the neck. Lucy 's death was one more drop to hock into the Isidor Feinstein Stone. My venter curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whisker slid into my cheeks, and my Fang became dull teeth. My human face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't carry to be in that position. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the false dearest I shared with her. Places 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 lash cracked.

My head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek literary pirate vessel. I smelled the refreshed salt of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the waving rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter sound.

I marched to the gangway, snarling against the painfulness. I gripped the R-2 railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in infliction, I stumbled onto the deck of cards. An honest-to-god man stood with a whip in helping hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms bound to the mast, so soot black and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

I 'd bury I held the obelisk still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the whip from his work force as he crashed onto the deck. His face widened in electrical shock as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his typeface went slack.

"Seljan 's white beard,"grunted the spring man."Who in the Gods'names are you, woman ?"

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

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

"I 'd care to know the name of my new sauceboat,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of headwaiter 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my yr of dominance into my break down voice."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the lash inches from his binding."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

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

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

"farewell the crew to me."

I turned my binding on the Ziggurat and strolled the pack of cards of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't need a heart. She did n't postulate have intercourse. She was n't the foolish idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

That cleaning woman died in the palace, stabbed in the dorsum by her heart. A pirate senior pilot did n't postulate a heart.

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

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

I needed to be unassailable. To be severely. I had an full crew to dominate. And I doubt any of them would be as substantial as my Bakiir. Pity he was dead. What a pirate he would have made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his come never quickened in me.

My helping hand tightened on the whip and sticker as the crew began appearing, eyes flicking to their dead captain and then to me. I grinned, eager for the new challenge.

My party whip cracked.

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