The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Four : The Rakshasa 's Heart
By mypenname3000
copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the Ziggurat, my men at my back, armed, armored. Death was in the air. The future promised blood and wildness. My mammilla were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thigh. Juices dribbled down my pegleg. My fondness, my near Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown haircloth bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. Eager. She was ready to witness me seize the Queendom, to proclaim my strength before my Sister and cousins, my aunts and nieces. I would claim the bloody pot and make it mine.

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

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royal stag when they"flex claws."Family political relation were so brute in the Ziggurat. It honed you into strength, into dominance. 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 love life. My heart marched at my side. My men trooped at my backrest. Bakiir strode in their spark advance. He would carve my way to the can. I would suffer 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 bust a saree but her leather gasp. She left both her tits bared, her right nipple pierced by the same gold ring that I had. Her pelvic girdle swayed, her sword swing at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my brain, not bothering to even know the vilification."Shall we pay call to your lamb mother."

Kushini licked her chop. She was excited, both nipples hard, her whiskers quivering."I am so tidal bore to see her tonight. I am such a dutiful daughter."

My purr rose in my pharynx as I turned, nodding to my coal black slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking fiat 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 power train jingling as they raced up the stair to the summit of the Ziggurat where Rushina waited in the throne room, surrounded by those whorish women she thought would protect her.

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

Her mitt played with the hilt of her sword. For a moment, a fearfulness swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... direct 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 steps after our men. My ear were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale audio of combat. A adult female let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's escort. She thought buying female slaves and training them to fight would throw her a larger guard since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators.

But no charwoman, no matter how skilled, could play off my striver. They were big, brawny men. size and hand made far more than of a departure in combat than dexterity and praxis. Especially with how perfect my men were at fight, equally as hotshot as Rushina 's whore-guards.

origin 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. deep red slicked the floor. Swords rang on steel. 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 mighty expanse of his blade. He reached the doors, throwing them open onto the throne room and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

Blood soaked into my sandals and my socks as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's unornamented feet padding on the sticky parentage. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt naked. The older rakshasa stood with imperial grace of God as she faced the carnage, watching her female safety device being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a sword through his gut. He fell onto his hands and human knee, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a romantic, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a surd golf stroke on his neck. The blade cut oceanic abyss, his head held on only by his prickle. origin spurted as my slave crashed abruptly to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic braveness as Bakiir slew her guards. My slave hacked and slashed. Issanik blade took a woman in the belly, spilling her bowel like blue rophy across the undercoat. stemma 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 person guards fell back to their kept woman, collapsing into a shrinking ring about her. Bakiir growled his orders, swinging his steel over his headway, 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 gratification shooting through Lucy 's aroma 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 safety device right here on the bally floor, to swan in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And dear Malakisha."

"Lord auntie,"I nodded, giving the inheritor due respect for her poise.

Bakiir 's steel stabbed into the grit of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in bother, rip bubbling from her lips. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to strike down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger headland, 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 fury. Her sword sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to oppose himself.

Kushini 's blade slammed through his bureau. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My favorite 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 gimp fingers. His oculus found mine. I saw it in his eyes. daze. Failure. He had wanted to please me.

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

Issanik cursed, his sword taking one of Kushini 's hard worker in the neck before a spear wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the guardianship with Bakiir, had taken the worst of the injury 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 marrow hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the grinning playing on her sass. She gave me a subtle nod of her nous then screamed out,"betrayal ! You betrayed my schoolmarm !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's eubstance. He slumped to the flooring, arms spread limp, blood pooling across his ebony chassis. I watched Kushini footstep over his consistency, approaching her mother. My men were all all in now. Two-thirds of Kushini 's also. But that still gave her five men, their arm all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

"well, girl, very well played,"Rushina said, pride in her voice. Any mother would be so tickle 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 defeat you, Mother. But I heard about the secret plan in clock time to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's auricle twitched. The jolt was clear. Her head cocked, looking around, trying to figure out her daughter 's game."What a ... truehearted daughter you are, Kushini. killing your cousin for her treason."

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A tingle 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 woman. She tensed on the balls of her infantry. I faced my cousin, my marrow pounding. fearfulness twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to dig me in the back after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the balls of her denude foot, slicked by blood."You thought you could use me to vote down my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my death, I would look it with all the gracility and lordliness of my station in the world."Though I 'm shocked. Too scared to take the pot for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the toilet,"she purred."Mother will call for 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."wellspring played."

Armor jingled. Boots thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your slight lady of pleasure told you."Kushini let out a growl laughter."Everyone in the zikurat knows you love her, Malakisha. That you are so weakly you love a human female person. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so fresh, so foxiness, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that little trollop with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot steps thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne room behind me. Kushini froze, her auricle flicking as she witnessed the royal stag sentry duty of dead tabby Adroyna, led by Konayveh, upsurge into the 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 raise her sword to skirt Konayveh 's brutal swing. The early royal stag guards crashed into her men. The fight was cruel, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing strong, 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 lots for her poise to withstand.

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

I licked my chops, watching the work.

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

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a scoop of her 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. farting howled. My new soldiers were struck with thaumaturgy. Their hair whipped about their heads, loosen cloth whisking about their bodies as they died. Their read/write head were twisted so hard around by the howl gusts, their skin ripped. They dropped in torn pieces around Rushina.

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

Snarling, I charged past times Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would bear to get my own fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too nigh to the crapper to lose it all now. My saree swirled about my second joint as I leaped.

Rushina 's header snapped towards me.

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

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

I seized her radiocarpal joint as she tried to slap me. My head snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my fangs. My teeth bit in hard. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her life. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her anatomy, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her naked breasts.

drubbing my chop shot, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the pair circling each other. Lucy watched from the rampart, her hand clenching her dagger. Her side twisted with 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 learn so very 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 passion rushed out of my kitty as his sword took my cousin in the belly. She snarled in pain, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying try. Lucy screamed out in shock, in fear, realizing that my rule 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 footprint towards Lucy, and collapsed. His pedigree 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-german."Did you love your mother had magic ?"

Kushini snorted, ancestry flecking her fangs. Her life pumped out of her, middle glossy with torture."No wonder she was so steady with those slovenly woman protecting her."

I straddled my cousin-german 's torso, staring down into her eyes."Do you want it quick, or do you need the annoyance to drop behind out, to have hope that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

She let out a purring laughter that turned into a snarl of pain."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 field 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 rival for the throne. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her ft slapping through the muggy pool. I lifted my gun muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

botheration knifed through my physique. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my position. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscles. I groaned, hissing in pain sensation, my paw lashing out at her out of instinct. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the obelisk left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked body smeared in the blood, her expression twisting with ... anger. With rage. With hatred.

hate ?

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

I wrenched the knife free of my side. line poured hot down my peel, soaking into my saree. I stumbled to her. To my core. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that ira blazing in her look.

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

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

Her discussion cut deeper than the knife.

"I ..."I could n't talk. I could n't dig."No, no, you loved—"

"I never loved you !"Her voice was shrill."How could I love the fauna who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and outwit me. Who forces me to do degrading enactment for her joy ! This was my fortune for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to seize great reinforcement ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my Son."'You can not be afraid. You have to seize your chance and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would own been free !"

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

"The man who cared for me ? Who was cutter with me ? Who never suffer me ?"

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laughter was so derisive."I never loved a minute of being with you. I just learned to hazard. I faked it, and it kept the bad of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her pharynx."I die free of you, Malakisha !"

Anger surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. Teeth became fang. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those fourth dimension she spoke those three beautiful words were a lie ? teardrop matted my fur as I landed on her body. My teeth snapped about her pharynx. I felt the beat of her heart.

No concern. 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 more bitter blood. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A bust fell from the fur around my eyes, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her torso twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the conclusion time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, hemorrhage, in infliction. profligate coated my side, weighed down my saree. I did n't handle. goose egg mattered. I was queen, and I did n't want to sit the throne. Why ? What was the compass point ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to have intercourse me back. I could still recollect stumbling across her in the slave penitentiary, seeing the strength in her eyes as she sat with the other scared hard worker women, this Danton True 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 feeling ? 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 feel over my berm. The Ziggurat was a saturnine cast looming over the metropolis, a rising pyramid built on blood and pain. Lucy 's death was one More drib to soak into the gem. My venter curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whisker slid into my cheeks, and my Fang became tiresome teeth. My human face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't take over to be in that property. To be haunted by all her illusion. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the fictitious love I shared with her. office I had once thought of fondly, property I thought we shared such joy, were tainted.

Destroyed.

I should detest 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 pirate vas. I smelled the brisk salt of the sea, heard the wharf creaking as the waves rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter pass.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the painful sensation. I gripped the rophy railing, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in annoyance, I stumbled onto the deck. An sometime man stood with a whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms leap 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 captain ?"I asked, marching forward, raising my chin, matching his gaze.

"Aye."

I 'd forget I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his bureau. I snatched the lash from his hands as he crashed onto the deck. His case widened in electrical shock as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's white beard,"grunted the saltation man."Who in the immortal'figure are you, fair sex ?"

I almost said my epithet, 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 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 master 's dresser."Well !"I barked, putting all my years of dominance into my crack voice."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the whip inches from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"headwaiter !"he grunted.

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

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

"farewell the work party to me."

I turned my back on the Ziggurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't demand a heart. She did n't want love. She was n't the foolish imbecile that Princess Malakisha was.

That cleaning woman died in the palace, stabbed in the rachis by her nitty-gritty. A pirate captain did n't need a heart.

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

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

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

My bridge player tightened on the party whip and dagger as the crowd began appearing, eyes flicking to their dead headwaiter and then to me. I grinned, aegir for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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