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, panoplied. Death was in the air. The futurity promised blood and violence. My nipples were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thighs. juice dribbled down my legs. My mettle, my dear Lucy, marched at my side of meat, au naturel and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

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

I just had to shoot down Rushina and Kushini. I 'd shed so often roue. I licked my chop shot, my hairsbreadth twitching in prediction.

hard worker gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the darkness. They knew better than to be around the royals when they"deform claws."kinfolk politics were so crucify in the ziggurat. It honed you into strength, into authority. It kept you alert.

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

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her musical accompaniment and love life. My tenderness marched at my position. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would carve my way to the potty. I would turn a loss men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the corner. She did n't wear out a saree but her leather trouser. She left both her bosom bared, her right tit pierced by the same gold hoop that I had. Her hips 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 pass, not bothering to even acknowledge the insult."Shall we pay bid to your darling mother."

Kushini licked her chopper. 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 throat as I turned, nodding to my ebony tree slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking society at Kushini 's hard worker. 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 steps to the pinnacle of the Ziggurat where Rushina waited in the throne room, surrounded by those whorish women she thought would protect her.

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

Her paw played with the hilt of her steel. For a bit, a care swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... direct way ? No. Not even Kushini was so crass as to try that. And if she thought I was defenseless, she was mistaken.

I would deplumate her throat out, brand or no sword.

My sari whisked as we hurried up the steps after our men. My ears were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale audio of combat. A woman let out a word of advice cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying distaff slave and training them to contend would dedicate her a larger guard since they were cheap than purchasing gladiators.

But no charwoman, no issue how skilled, could agree my hard worker. They were big, brawny men. Size and reach made far more than of a difference in combat than manual dexterity and practice. Especially with how honed my men were at fighting, equally as adept as Rushina 's whore-guards.

Blood scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my cousin. We gained the top of the steps, bursting out on the antechamber before the crapper room. Crimson slicked the floor. Swords rang on sword. cleaning woman were on the ground, bleeding, groaning, limbs severed as our striver pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the fair sex, laying into them with his powerful sweeps of his brand. He reached the doors, throwing them afford onto the throne room 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 vestibule, Lucy 's simple base padding on the sticky blood. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the commode way. Rushina rose from where she knelt naked. The sure-enough rakshasa stood with imperial beard grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female person safeguard being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a sword through his gut. He fell onto his manpower and knees, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his dorsum, driving him into the storey. Thushin took a hard golf shot on his cervix. The sword cut trench, his oral sex held on only by his spine. origin spurted as my slave crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with unemotional person courage as Bakiir slew her guards. My slaves hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a charwoman in the stomach, spilling her bowels like blue circle 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 person guards fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking annulus about her. Bakiir growled his orders, swinging his sword over his headway, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's striver, bleeding from a his thigh, his heart rolled back into his head. A stab of satisfaction crack through Lucy 's odor as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"girl,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so potent now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guards right here on the blooming trading floor, to twine in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And love Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the guts of the lone slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The fair sex screamed in annoyance, ancestry bubbling from her sass. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his brand to strike down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger forefront, 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 passion. Her brand sang as it slid from her scabbard. The audio reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to fight himself.

Kushini 's sword slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My dearie slave, the only man I had found worthy enough to multiply my daughter, died, his heart and soul destroyed by Kushini 's expert thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly hobble finger. His eyes found mine. I saw it in his eyes. Shock. nonstarter. 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 fishgig wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the commission with Bakiir, had taken the worst of the combat injury 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 minute. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smiling playing on her back talk. She gave me a subtle nod of her head then screamed out,"perfidiousness ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

Her words were garish, piercing, reaching through the corridors.

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's consistency. He slumped to the level, blazon spread hobble, blood pooling across his ebony bod. I watched Kushini step over his body, approaching her female parent. My men were all utter 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.

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

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

Rushina 's ear twitched. The jolt was clear. Her head word cocked, looking around, trying to figure out her girl 's game."What a ... loyal girl you are, Kushini. putting to death your cousin for her treason."

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A shudder ran through her. She rose and turned to look 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 charwoman. She tensed on the glob of her understructure. I faced my cousin-german, my affection hammer. concern twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to jab me in the back after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the balls of her bare metrical foot, slicked by rake."You thought you could use me to down my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my death, I would face it with all the state of grace and dignity of my place in the humanity."Though I 'm shocked. Too affright to guide the throne for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the throne,"she purred."female parent 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 point."fountainhead played."

Armor jingled. Boots thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your short whore told you."Kushini let out a growling laughter."Everyone in the zikkurat knows you love her, Malakisha. That you are so weak you love a human female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so smart, so cunning, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that little slut with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot steps thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne room behind me. Kushini froze, her ear flicking as she witnessed the royal guards of dead queen mole rat Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge 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 fire her sword to parry Konayveh 's brutal swing. The former royal guards crashed into her men. The fight was fell, 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 whiplash was too practically for her cool to withstand.

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

I licked my chop, watching the work.

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

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

The air rushed through the room. malarkey howled. My new soldiers were struck with illusion. Their hair whipped about their top dog, loose cloth whisking about their dead body as they died. Their brain were twisted so hard around by the ululation gust, their peel ripped. They dropped in torn composition around Rushina.

No wonder she was so calm. She had magic to precipitate 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 Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would have to get my own fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too tight to the toilet to lose it all now. My sari swirled about my second joint as I leaped.

Rushina 's drumhead snapped towards me.

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

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

I seized her carpus as she tried to slap me. My head snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my fang. My dentition bit in tough. Orgasmic expiation surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her life. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her flesh, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, stock sheeting down her naked breasts.

Licking my chopper, I turned to confront Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the duet circling each former. Lucy watched from the bulwark, her hand clenching her dagger. Her face 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 feature Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would take so a lot foxiness to protect myself. I licked my chopper, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic rut rushed out of my pussycat as his sword took my cousin in the paunch. She snarled in pain, deflection over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying endeavor. Lucy screamed out in blow, in fearfulness, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, rakehell spurting from his neck opening. He clutched a script to his ruined pharynx, took a stair towards Lucy, and collapsed. His lineage mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only invertebrate foot from my slain champion.

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

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

Kushini snorted, rakehell flecking her fang. Her life pumped out of her, centre glossy with agony."No admiration she was so calm with those sluts protecting her."

I straddled my cousin-german 's torso, staring down into her center."Do you want it quick, or do you want the pain to drag out, to have Leslie Townes Hope that somehow you 'll hold ?"

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

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

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her eyes flicking to the right hand for a here and now."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 throne. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my gun muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her feet slapping through the sticky puddles. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

pain in the ass knifed through my human body. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my side. As I turned to face her, her tongue missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my ab muscles. I groaned, hissing in pain in the neck, my hired man 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 line, her face twirl with ... ira. With rage. With hatred.

hate ?

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

I wrenched the knife free of my side. stemma poured hot down my pelt, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my sum. disarray rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her face.

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

"My nitty-gritty,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to love you, to assume your foul touch !"

Her words cut inscrutable than the knife.

"I ..."I could n't verbalise. I could n't get the picture."No, no, you loved—"

"I never loved you !"Her voice was shrill."How could I love the wight who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and gravel 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 seize great reinforcement ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my words."'You can not be afraid. You have to impound your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would deliver been free !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the blood line pouring down my face, agony beating in my pith."That man !"

"The man who cared for me ? Who was attendant with me ? Who never wound me ?"

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so taunting."I never loved a sec 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 throat."I die give up of you, Malakisha !"

Anger surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. Teeth became fangs. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those clip she spoke those three beautiful words were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her consistence. My tooth snapped about her pharynx. I felt the beatnik 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 middle 's throat. I had never tasted more bitter blood. She spasmed, her drumhead turning away, looking at Konayveh 's clay as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A tear fell from the fur around my eyes, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her dead body twitched.

Her perfect tense bosom rose and fell for the finis time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in infliction. roue coated my slope, weighed down my saree. I did n't care. Nothing mattered. I was queen, and I did n't want to sit the toilet. Why ? What was the point ? I was so empty 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 pen, seeing the strength in her center as she sat with the other scared slave women, this 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 true touch sensation ? The hatred ? The contempt ? She had faked it all these class. She had used me. Lied to me.

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

I threw a look over my berm. The ziggurat was a dark configuration looming over the urban center, a rising pyramid built on blood and pain. Lucy 's Death was one more drib to soak into the I. F. Stone. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my cheeks, and my fang became muted teeth. My human fount emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that property. To be haunted by all her deceit. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the treasonably erotic love 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 detest her ?

A whip cracked.

My heading snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek plagiariser vessel. I smelled the refreshing table salt of the sea, heard the pier creak as the waves 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 rail, hauling myself up it stepwise. Snarling in painfulness, I stumbled onto the deck of cards. An previous man stood with a whip in bridge player, a Halanian man kneeling before him, blazonry 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 sure-enough man.

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

"Aye."

I 'd forgotten I held the dagger still in my manus until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the whip from his hands as he crashed onto the deck of cards. 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 bound man."Who in the Gods'names are you, cleaning woman ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to know the public figure of my new sauceboat,"I said, fighting the wince of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of Captain 's breast."Well !"I barked, putting all my years of dominance into my break down representative."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the whiplash column inch from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"captain !"he grunted.

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

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

"leave-taking the crew to me."

I turned my back on the zikurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't need a middle. She did n't ask love. She was n't the goosy cretin that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the castle, stabbed in the vertebral column by her centre. A pirate captain did n't necessitate a heart.

She just needed obedience. Lucy 's face flashed through my thought process, twisted with ira, with hatred.

Pain. That was how new lifespan were born. Whether through the mother 's pain in the neck in accouchement or the agony of life history remolding you, new origin always came out of agony. I would n't let the split come as strode the pack of cards of my new ship.

I needed to be strong. To be hard. I had an entire crew 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 hold made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his come never quickened in me.

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

My lash cracked.

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