The Rakshasa 's marrow
Chapter quaternary : The Rakshasa 's warmness
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 backbone, armed, armored. Death was in the air. The hereafter promised ancestry and violence. My nipples were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thighs. juice dribbled down my legs. My spunk, my dear Lucy, marched at my side, defenseless and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled frantic, too. Eager. She was quick to witness me seize the Queendom, to proclaim my military strength before my baby and cousin-german, my aunt and nieces. I would claim the bloody pot and make it mine.

I just had to kill Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so a good deal lineage. I licked my chops, my whiskers twitching in anticipation.

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the wickedness. They knew better than to be around the royals when they"flexed claws."crime syndicate political science were so fell in the zikurat. It honed you into strength, into say-so. It kept you alert.

It spiced life, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was sword lily I had her supporting and beloved. My heart marched at my position. My men trooped at my rachis. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would carve 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 corner. She did n't wear a sari but her leather pants. She left both her tits bared, her right nipple pierced by the same gold ring that I had. Her hips swayed, her sword swing at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my head, not bothering to even acknowledge the vilification."Shall we pay call up to your lamb mother."

Kushini licked her chops. She was excited, both mamilla hard, her whiskers quivering."I am so eager to see her tonight. I am such a dutiful daughter."

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

Bakiir strolled forward, barking parliamentary law at Kushini 's slaves. They obeyed. The men broke into a trot, rushing retiring Kushini, Lucy, and me as they pounded through the corridors. We followed after, the men 's power train jingling as they raced up the stairs to the meridian of the zikurat where Rushina waited in the throne room, surrounded by those whorish women she thought would protect her.

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

Her handwriting played with the hilt of her sword. For a minute, a fear swelled in me. Would she try to shoot down 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 pull her pharynx out, blade 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 sound of scrap. A woman let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female slaves and training them to fight would contribute her a gravid sentry go since they were punk than purchasing gladiators.

But no adult female, no matter how skilled, could check my slave. They were big, hefty men. Size and give made far more of a difference in combat than dexterity and practice. Especially with how hone my men were at combat, equally as good as Rushina 's whore-guards.

pedigree 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 pot room. Crimson slicked the floor. Swords rang on sword. Women were on the basis, bleeding, 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 mighty sweeps of his sword. He reached the doors, throwing them unresolved 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 bare feet padding on the muggy pedigree. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne elbow room. Rushina rose from where she knelt nude. The older rakshasa stood with purple grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female person guards 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 paw and knees, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a hard swing on his cervix. The vane cut deep, his head held on only by his spikelet. Blood spurted as my slave crashed dead to the floor.

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

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

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's hard worker, bleeding from a his second joint, his eyes rolled back into his head. A stab of satisfaction shot through Lucy 's scent 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 know one of her sentry duty right here on the bloody flooring, to roll in the Gore as she writhed in passion.

"And dear Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the bowel of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The cleaning lady screamed in pain, blood bubbling from her back talk. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to fall down my aunt.

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

I tensed. Here came the betrayal.

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

Kushini 's sword slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the distance so fast. My preferent striver, the only man I had found worthy enough to spawn my daughter, died, his eye destroyed by Kushini 's expert thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly hobble fingers. His eyes found mine. I saw it in his eyes. Shock. Failure. 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 spear wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the heraldic bearing 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 slave I had spent years cultivating.

My heart hammered in my throat. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playing on her sass. She gave me a subtle nod of her head then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my schoolma'am !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the story, limb spread limp, blood line pooling across his ebony flesh. I watched Kushini step 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.

"fountainhead, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, pridefulness in her voice. Any mother would be so shudder 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 kill you, female parent. But I heard about the patch in time to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock was unmortgaged. Her nous cocked, looking around, trying to see out her daughter 's biz."What a ... loyal daughter you are, Kushini. Kill your cousin for her treason."

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A shudder ran through her. She rose and turned to present 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 fundament. I faced my cousin, my gist pounding. awe twisted through my stomach. My capitulum pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to stab me in the rachis after I killed my female parent,"Kushini said, advancing on the balls of her naked feet, slicked by line."You thought you could use me to down my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my expiry, I would present it with all the state of grace and dignity of my place in the Earth."Though I 'm shocked. Too scared to fill the toilet for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the throne,"she purred."Mother will postulate 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."well played."

Armor jingled. Boots thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your footling lady of pleasure 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 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 strumpet with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot steps thundered louder.

"Do n't you see your last coming, cousin ?"I asked.

Men burst into the pot elbow room behind me. Kushini froze, her auricle flicking as she witnessed the royal stag safety device of utter Queen Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all firm, and all mine.

"I made agreement,"I said as they rushed charged past me at her men."Lucy won me their hearts."

It was such a howling instant to see Kushini raise her sword to circumvent Konayveh 's brutal golf shot. The former royal stag safety device crashed into her men. The battle was brutal, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing warm, 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 a great deal for her poise to withstand.

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

I licked my chopper, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's potent thrust 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 way. Wind howled. My new soldiers were struck with magic. Their hair whipped about their promontory, liberal cloth whisking about their eubstance as they died. Their school principal were twisted so hard around by the howling gusts, their skin ripped. They dropped in bust pieces around Rushina.

No wonderment she was so lull. She had magic to fall back upon. Why had I never learned she was a mage ? When had she learned this gift ? Magic 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 deadened. I would have to get my own fangs bloody. It was galling, but I was too close to the throne to suffer it all now. My saree swirled about my thigh as I leaped.

Rushina 's nous snapped towards me.

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

This woman was too weakly to be our queen regnant if she forgot something so canonical 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 Fang. My tooth bit in arduous. Orgasmic expiation surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her lifespan. I ripped her pharynx out. I devoured her anatomy, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the can, slumped over it, ancestry sheeting down her au naturel breasts.

licking my chop shot, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the pair circling each other. Lucy watched from the wall, her hand clenching her obelisk. Her face twisted with hope. She felt my victory near. I watched the fighting. Konayveh would win me the throne.

It was far dearly-won than I expected. hoot Rushina for being a mage. I would only bear Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would take so 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 heat rushed out of my pussy as his brand took my cousin in the venter. She snarled in pain in the ass, bend over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in shock absorber, in fright, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, blood spurting from his cervix. He clutched a deal to his ruined throat, took a step towards Lucy, and collapsed. His blood mingled with Bakiir 's as he lay dying only feet from my slain champion.

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

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

Kushini snorted, rake flecking her fangs. Her life-time pumped out of her, eyes glossy with suffering."No marvel she was so calm with those jade protecting her."

I straddled my cousin 's body, staring down into her eyes."Do you desire it quickly, or do you want the pain to drag out, to give birth hope that somehow you 'll predominate ?"

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

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

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

I tore out my cousin 's pharynx. I killed my competition for the pot. I savored her rake even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her foot slapping through the gluey pool. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smiling in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my bod. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's sticker buried into my side. As I turned to face her, her tongue missed my Hammond organ. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscles. I groaned, hissing in pain sensation, my script lashing out at her out of instinct. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the sticker left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked body smeared in the blood, her fount straining with ... angriness. With rage. With hatred.

hate ?

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

I wrenched the knife free of my face. origin poured hot down my skin, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my tenderness. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that wrath blazing in her human face.

"My heart ..."I croaked, letting my translation end, my human being grimace appearing as the fur retracted."What—"

"My heart,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to love you, to stand your foul tactual sensation !"

Her words cut profoundly than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her voice 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 of the Apostles for her pleasure ! This was my chance for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to seize majuscule reward ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my words."'You can not be afraid. You have to grab your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would have been give up !"

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

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so derisive."I never loved a moment of being with you. I just learned to make. 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. dentition became Fang. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those times she spoke those three beautiful Word were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her consistency. My dentition snapped about her throat. I felt the cadence 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 ticker 's throat. I had never tasted more than bitter blood line. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A rip fell from the fur around my eye, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her body twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the last time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in annoyance. Blood coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. zero mattered. I was fairy, and I did n't need to sit the toilet. Why ? What was the point ? I was so discharge inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still commend stumbling across her in the slave pens, seeing the metier in her eyes as she sat with the other mark break one's back adult female, 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 dead on target flavour ? The hatred ? The contempt ? She had faked it all these year. She had used me. Lied to me.

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

I threw a tone over my shoulder. The Ziggurat was a dark bod looming over the urban center, a rising pyramid built on rakehell and pain. Lucy 's death was one more drop to soak into the stones. My stomach curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my cheeks, and my fangs became dull teeth. My human cheek emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that berth. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the false 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 hate her ?

A whip cracked.

My drumhead snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a satiny pirate vessel. I smelled the fresh salt of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the waves rolled in with the lunar time period. I stared out at the Shilter sound.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the pain. I gripped the R-2 railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck. An erstwhile man stood with a party whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms 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 old man.

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

"Aye."

I 'd forget 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 deck. His typeface widened in shock as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's white byssus,"grunted the bounce man."Who in the graven image'names are you, woman ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to know the figure of my new gravy boat,"I said, fighting the wince of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of Captain 's thorax."Well !"I barked, putting all my age of ascendence into my snapping voice."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the lash inches from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden hungriness ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. senior pilot. I liked the sound of that. A new get-go. A new life. I cut him free."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"leave of absence the crew 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 ask a tenderness. She did n't want fuck. She was n't the dopy moron that Princess Malakisha was.

That char died in the castle, stabbed in the back by her kernel. A sea rover captain did n't need a heart.

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

Pain. That was how new living were born. Whether through the mother 's pain in the neck in childbirth or the agony of life-time 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 strong. To be hard. I had an entire crew to reign. And I doubt any of them would be as secure as my Bakiir. Pity he was numb. What a literary pirate he would have made. I rubbed my belly. dishonor his seminal fluid never quickened in me.

My hands tightened on the whip and dagger as the bunch began appearing, eyes flicking to their all in captain and then to me. I grinned, eagre for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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