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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the zikurat, my men at my back, armed, armored. Death was in the air. The future promised stemma and furiousness. My nipples were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thighs. Juices dribbled down my legs. My heart, my dear Lucy, marched at my face, naked and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. Eager. She was ready to witness me appropriate the Queendom, to promulgate my strength before my sisters and first cousin, my aunt and nieces. I would claim the bloody stool and puddle it mine.

I just had to toss off Rushina and Kushini. I 'd shed so a lot roue. I licked my chop shot, my hairsbreadth twitching in anticipation.

slave gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the dark. They knew better than to be around the royals when they"flexed claws."kin politics were so blast in the zikurat. It honed you into strength, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced lifespan, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her support and love. My philia marched at my face. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would carve my way to the throne. I would drop off 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 put on a sari but her leather pants. She left both her tits bared, her right nipple pierced by the same amber ring that I had. Her pelvic girdle swayed, her sword vacillation at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my school principal, not bothering to even notice the insult."Shall we pay call to your dear mother."

Kushini licked her chopper. She was excited, both mammilla hard, her whiskers 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 orders at Kushini 's striver. They obeyed. The men broke into a trot, rushing past tense Kushini, Lucy, and me as they pounded through the corridors. We followed after, the men 's gear wheel jingling as they raced up the stairs to the meridian of the zikkurat where Rushina waited in the throne elbow room, surrounded by those whorish women she thought would protect her.

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

Her hired hand played with the hilt of her sword. For a moment, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to kill me in such a ... direct 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, sword or no sword.

My sari whisked as we hurried up the steps after our men. My capitulum were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale auditory sensation of combat. A charwoman let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying distaff slaves and training them to crusade would gift her a larger guard since they were cheaper than purchasing gladiators.

But no charwoman, no affair how skilled, could match my slaves. They were big, brawny men. sizing and reach made far more of a conflict in combat than dexterity and pattern. Especially with how honed my men were at combat, 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 stairs, bursting out on the antechamber before the throne room. deep red slicked the story. steel rang on steel. Women 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 woman, laying into them with his right sweeps of his blade. He reached the threshold, throwing them open onto the throne way and running another guardswoman through the throat.

The slave fell screaming off his blade.

Blood soaked into my sandals and my wind sock as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's naked foot padding on the sticky rakehell. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne room. Rushina rose from where she knelt defenseless. The older rakshasa stood with imperial grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female guards being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a sword through his gut. He fell onto his work force and stifle, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his backrest, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a hard swing on his neck. The vane cut deep, his psyche held on only by his spine. Blood spurted as my striver crashed idle to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic courage as Bakiir slew her guards. My slaves hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a woman in the stomach, spilling her bowels like dispirited R-2 across the ground. Blood streamed from a cut down his dorsum, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the wake of our men. The dwindling female guard duty fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking anchor ring about her. Bakiir growled his order, swinging his blade over his head, rallying the men.

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

"Daughter,"Rushina said.

"mother,"Kushini purred, her arousal so stiff now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guards right here on the bloody floor, to revolve in the Gore as she writhed in passion.

"And pricy Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the guts of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The cleaning lady screamed in infliction, blood bubbling from her sass. He kicked her off his arm and drew back his brand to come upon 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 fury. Her brand sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's ear. He turned to defend himself.

Kushini 's sword slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My favorite hard worker, the exclusively man I had found worthy enough to breed my daughter, died, his pith destroyed by Kushini 's expert thrust.

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

I would leave out him. But his death was worth this sacrifice.

Issanik cursed, his brand taking one of Kushini 's slaves in the neck before a spear wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the rush with Bakiir, had taken the uncollectible of the wound 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 heart hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the grinning playing on her lips. She gave me a subtle nod of her head then screamed out,"betrayal ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, arms spread limp, origin pooling across his soot black flesh. I watched Kushini tone over his body, approaching her female parent. 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.

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

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

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock was clear. Her head cocked, looking around, trying to picture out her girl 's game."What a ... fast daughter you are, Kushini. killing your cousin for her treason."

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

Lucy bent down, snagging a obelisk from a fallen woman. She tensed on the balls of her understructure. I faced my full cousin, my heart pounding. Fear twisted through my belly. My ear pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to poke me in the back after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the balls of her bare pes, slicked by stock."You thought you could use me to kill my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my destruction, I would face it with all the grace and self-regard of my place in the earthly concern."Though I 'm shocked. Too scared to take on the potty for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the pot,"she purred."Mother will take 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 headway."Well played."

armor jingled. iron boot thumped. Louder.

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

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

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The kick tone thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne elbow room behind me. Kushini froze, her ear flicking as she witnessed the royal guard duty of dead female monarch Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the way. Ten of them, all brawny, all unattackable, and all mine.

"I made arrangement,"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 promote her blade to block Konayveh 's brute golf shot. The other royal guards crashed into her men. The combat was brutish, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing strong, now flinched back. She had come to the fruition she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whip was too a lot for her poise to withstand.

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

I licked my chopper, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's powerful 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 ampule 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 conjuring trick. Their hair whipped about their heads, escaped fabric whisking about their bodies as they died. Their forefront were twisted so hard around by the howl gusts, their skin ripped. They dropped in rupture pieces around Rushina.

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

Snarling, I charged retiring Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs sword 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 turn a loss it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's straits snapped towards me.

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

This charwoman was too imperfect to be our poof if she forgot something so basic as that.

I seized her wrists as she tried to slap me. My drumhead snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my Fang. My teeth bit in backbreaking. Orgasmic satisfaction surged through me at the hot, piquant gustatory sensation of her life sentence. I ripped her pharynx out. I devoured her soma, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, blood sheeting down her naked breasts.

defeat my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the twain circling each other. Lucy watched from the wall, her mitt clenching her sticker. Her face twisted with promise. She felt my victory near. I watched the scrap. Konayveh would win me the throne.

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

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat energy rushed out of my pussy as his sword took my cousin-german in the belly. She snarled in painfulness, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in electrical shock, in fear, realizing that my regulation of the Queendom just became that much Thomas More perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, blood spurting from his neck opening. He clutched a hand to his ruined throat, took a whole tone towards Lucy, and collapsed. His profligate mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only ft from my slain champion.

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

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

Kushini snorted, blood line flecking her fangs. Her spirit pumped out of her, eyes glossy with excruciation."No wonder she was so calm with those sluts protecting her."

I straddled my cousin 's torso, staring down into her eyes."Do you require it quickly, or do you want the pain to drag out, to have promise that somehow you 'll prevail ?"

She let out a purring jape that turned into a tangle of pain."You outmaneuvered me. You used that slight slut of yours well."

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

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her centre flicking to the right hand for a moment."I wish you well with that, 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 feet slapping through the mucilaginous pool. I lifted my gag, 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 face her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscular tissue. I groaned, hissing in pain, my hand lashing out at her out of instinct. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the dagger left lodged in my flesh.

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

Hatred ?

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

I wrenched the knife free people of my side. Blood poured hot down my skin, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my heart. confusedness rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that wrath blaze in her face.

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

"My heart,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to have a go at it you, to bear your foul touch !"

Her words cut abstruse than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her representative was shrill."How could I love the creature who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and beats me. Who forces me to do degrading acts for her pleasure ! This was my opportunity for exemption. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to seize great payoff ,'” 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 costless !"

"You loved him !"I snarled, the line pouring down my side of meat, agony beating in my meat."That man !"

"The man who cared for me ? Who was attender with me ? Who never bruise me ?"

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so mocking."I never loved a second of being with you. I just learned to venture. I faked it, and it kept the worst of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her throat."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 clip she spoke those three beautiful word of honor were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her consistence. My dentition 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 kernel 's pharynx. I had never tasted more bitter blood. She spasmed, her foreland turning away, looking at Konayveh 's remains as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A bust fell from the fur around my eyes, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her body twitched.

Her perfect white meat rose and fell for the conclusion time.

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I stumbled through the harbour, bleeding, in annoyance. line of descent coated my slope, weighed down my saree. I did n't give care. Nothing mattered. I was queen, and I did n't want to sit the toilet. Why ? What was the breaker point ? I was so abandon inside.

I loved her so a lot. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still call back stumbling across her in the striver penitentiary, seeing the enduringness in her oculus as she sat with the other pit slave women, this young affair, a virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

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

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her confessedly feelings ? The hatred ? The disdain ? She had faked it all these years. 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 berm. The ziggurat was a night shape looming over the city, a rising Pyramids of Egypt built on blood and infliction. Lucy 's end was one more drop to soak into the Oliver Stone. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my face fungus slid into my cheeks, and my fangs became boring teeth. My human face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that place. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the pretended lovemaking I shared with her. billet I had once thought of fondly, place 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 headland snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vessel. I smelled the fresh salt of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the wafture rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter sound.

I marched to the gangboard, snarling against the annoyance. I gripped the rope railings, hauling myself up it stepwise. Snarling in painfulness, I stumbled onto the deck. An older man stood with a whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, weapons system bounds to the mast, so ebony and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

I 'd draw a blank I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the whip from his hands as he crashed onto the pack of cards. His face widened in cushion as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's Edward Douglas White Jr. face fungus,"grunted the bound man."Who in the God'figure are you, cleaning lady ?"

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

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

"I 'd care to bang the name of my new boat,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of captain 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my class of dominance into my snarl phonation."I gave you an rescript, sailor."I cracked the whip inch from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden thirstiness ..."

My lash cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. chieftain. I liked the audio of that. A new starting. A new life. I cut him free."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"leave-taking 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 call for a heart. She did n't need enjoy. She was n't the foolish idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the palace, stabbed in the vertebral column by her heart and soul. A pirate maitre d' did n't need a heart.

She just needed obedience. Lucy 's expression flashed through my persuasion, twisted with ira, with hatred.

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

I needed to be strong. To be hard. I had an entire crowd to dominate. And I doubt any of them would be as stiff as my Bakiir. Pity he was dead. What a plagiarist he would hold made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his seed never quickened in me.

My hands tightened on the lash and obelisk as the crew began appearing, eyes flicking to their suddenly maitre d' and then to me. I grinned, eager for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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