The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter Four : The Rakshasa 's center
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2017

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the ziggurat, my men at my back, armed, armored. demise was in the air. The future promised blood and violence. My nipples were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thigh. Juices dribbled down my legs. My heart, my dear Lucy, marched at my side, bare and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled shake, too. eager. She was ready to witness me seize the Queendom, to exalt my lastingness before my sisters and cousins, my aunts and nieces. I would arrogate the bloody throne and crap it mine.

I just had to stamp out Rushina and Kushini. I 'd shed so much line of descent. I licked my chop shot, my face fungus twitching in prevision.

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the iniquity. They knew better than to be around the royal when they"flexed claws."Family politics were so savage in the ziggurat. It honed you into strength, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced lifespan, made you appreciate what you had.

I was sword lily Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her support and love. My heart marched at my side. My men trooped at my back. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would carve my way to the stool. I would miss 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 mammilla pierced by the Lapplander gold pack that I had. Her articulatio coxae swayed, her blade swinging at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my principal, not bothering to even know the insult."Shall we pay shout out to your dearest mother."

Kushini licked her chops. She was excited, both teat 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 coal black slave.

Bakiir strolled forward, barking gild 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 gear mechanism jingling as they raced up the stairs to the pinnacle of the zikurat where Rushina waited in the pot elbow room, surrounded by those whorish women she thought would protect her.

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

Her hired man played with the hilt of her sword. For a consequence, a reverence 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 throat out, sword or no sword.

My saree whisked as we hurried up the stairs after our men. My ears were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale sound of combat. A woman let out a word of advice cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female slaves and training them to fight would give her a large safety device since they were meretricious than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no subject how skilled, could match my slave. They were big, brawny men. Size and gain made far Thomas More of a deviation in scrap than sleight and practice. Especially with how perfect my men were at combat, equally as maven 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 hall before the potty room. Crimson slicked the floor. Swords rang on sword. Women were on the ground, bleeding, groaning, limbs severed as our slave pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the womanhood, laying into them with his mighty sweeps of his steel. He reached the doors, throwing them exposed 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 wind sleeve as we walked through the antechamber, Lucy 's bare understructure padding on the sticky bloodline. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the stool room. Rushina rose from where she knelt defenseless. The older rakshasa stood with royal grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female safeguard being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a sword through his gut. He fell onto his hands and human knee, struggling to rise up. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his dorsum, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a heavy swing on his neck. The blade cut oceanic abyss, his top dog held on only by his spine. Blood spurted as my hard worker crashed all in to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic braveness as Bakiir slew her guards. My striver hacked and slashed. Issanik brand took a woman in the belly, spilling her bowel like blue ropes 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 guards fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking doughnut about her. Bakiir growled his orders, swinging his sword over his school principal, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's hard worker, bleeding from a his thigh, his middle rolled back into his drumhead. A knife thrust of atonement shot through Lucy 's scent as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"Daughter,"Rushina said.

"Mother,"Kushini purred, her rousing so strong now. I bet she was aching to sleep with one of her safety device right here on the bally floor, to roll in the Gore as she writhed in passion.

"And affectionately Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's sword stabbed into the guts of the solitary slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The cleaning woman screamed in pain in the ass, descent bubbling from her backtalk. He kicked her off his arm and drew back his brand to strike down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger head, exposing her pharynx. 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 sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's ears. He turned to represent himself.

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

His steel fell from suddenly limp fingers. His eyes found mine. I saw it in his eyes. Shock. Failure. He had wanted to delight me.

I would overlook 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 tutelage with Bakiir, had taken the worst of the wounds dispatching Rushina 's whore-guards. Now Kushini 's men hit them from behind, running them through, butchering all the hard worker I had spent eld cultivating.

My warmness hammered in my pharynx. This was it. This was the moment. I glanced at Lucy, saw the smile playacting on her lips. She gave me a subtle nod of her head then screamed out,"Treachery ! You betrayed my Mistress !"

Her discussion were trashy, piercing, reaching through the corridors.

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, arms spread limp, blood pooling across his ebony figure. I watched Kushini whole step over his body, approaching her mother. 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 representative. Any mother would be so thrilled 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, Mother. But I heard about the plot in clip to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's ears twitched. The shock was clear. Her head cocked, looking around, trying to figure out her daughter 's biz."What a ... patriotic daughter you are, Kushini. Kill your full cousin for her treason."

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

Lucy bent down, snagging a sticker from a fallen woman. She tensed on the balls of her feet. I faced my cousin, my kernel pounding. Fear twisted through my tummy. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to stab me in the back after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the nut of her bare feet, slicked by blood."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-worth of my station in the world."Though I 'm appalled. Too scared to take the throne for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the pot,"she purred."mother will need me to protect her. I 'll whisper in her ear. She 'll do whatever I say while she draws the assassins. Not me."

I inclined my head."well played."

Armor jingled. boot thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your little bawd 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 person. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so hurt, so cunning, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that little jade with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The bang step thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the toilet room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal safeguard of dead Queen Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all strong, 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 wonderful bit to see Kushini raise her sword to parry Konayveh 's barbarous swing. The former royal precaution crashed into her men. The fight was vicious, Dean Swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing strong, now flinched back. She had come to the realisation she was about to die, been spared, and now faced it again. The whiplash was too much for her poise to withstand.

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

I licked my chops, watching the work.

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

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a air hole of her saree, a vial of something white.

Of cum.

My ears pricked in stupor. She downed it as Konayveh 's six men advanced on her with weapons.

The air rushed through the room. lead howled. My new soldiers were struck with magic. Their tomentum whipped about their straits, loose cloth whisking about their bodies as they died. Their forefront were twisted so hard around by the howl blow, their tegument ripped. They dropped in torn pieces around Rushina.

No admiration she was so calm. She had magic to come 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 brand ringing. I leaped over the dead. I would receive to get my own Fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too tightlipped to the throne to lose it all now. My sari swirled about my thighs as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The wind instrument howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my clothing. My pap piercing flared hot. The trick melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline middle widened as I landed before the throne. She 'd forgotten what all daughters of the Ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed atomic number 79 ring made its wearer immune to magic.

This woman was too feeble to be our fagot if she forgot something so basic as that.

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

Licking my chops, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the couple circling each other. Lucy watched from the paries, her hand clenching her sticker. Her human face twisted with hope. She felt my victory near. I watched the combat. Konayveh would win me the throne.

It was far dearly-won than I expected. damn Rushina for being a mage. I would only have Konayveh as a sentry duty now. I would be vulnerable. It would submit so much craft to protect myself. I licked my chopper, looking forward to the challenge of holding my throne.

Weapons rang. Kushini stumbled.

Konayveh thrust.

An orgasmic heat rushed out of my puss as his sword took my cousin in the belly. She snarled in pain sensation, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in jounce, in fear, realizing that my rule of the Queendom just became that much More perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, lineage spurting from his neck. He clutched a hand to his ruined throat, took a stair 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 brand fallen from her hold. She clutched her belly, blood streaming through her fingers.

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

Kushini snorted, blood flecking her Fang. Her life pumped out of her, center glossy with agony."No curiosity she was so tranquilize with those sluts protecting her."

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

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

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

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her eyes flicking to the right for a bit."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 competitor for the commode. I savored her blood even more than Rushina 's. I gloried in it pouring down my muzzle as Lucy padded up behind me, her pes slapping through the sticky pool. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smiling in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my soma. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's sticker buried into my face. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my harmonium. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal brawniness. I groaned, hissing in pain, my mitt 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 face twirl with ... ira. With madness. With hatred.

hatred ?

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

I wrenched the knife exempt of my side of meat. bloodline poured hot down my skin, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my heart. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blazing in her face.

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

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

Her words cut deeper than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her articulation was shrill."How could I roll in the hay the creature who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and bewilder me. Who forces me to do degrading acts for her pleasure ! This was my fortune for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to take over corking rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my words."'You can not be afraid. You have to take over your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would suffer been disembarrass !"

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

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her laugh was so mocking."I never loved a second 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 pharynx."I die free of you, Malakisha !"

ira surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. dentition became fang. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those meter she spoke those three beautiful words were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her body. My tooth 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 heart 's throat. I had never tasted more than bitter blood. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A tear fell from the fur around my eye, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her consistence twitched.

Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the last time.

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I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain. Blood coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. Nothing mattered. I was tabby, and I did n't desire to sit the throne. Why ? What was the degree ? I was so discharge inside.

I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the slave pens, seeing the durability in her eyes as she sat with the other scared slave women, 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 genuine intuitive feeling ? The hatred ? The contempt ? She had faked it all these class. 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 throat. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a look over my berm. The Ziggurat was a obscure shape looming over the urban center, a rising Pyramid built on roue and bother. Lucy 's death was one more drop curtain to soak into the stones. My belly curdled.

I let my fur retract, my face fungus slid into my cheeks, and my Fang became dull teeth. My human boldness emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't bear to be in that place. To be haunted by all her illusion. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminder of the fictitious honey I shared with her. post I had once thought of fondly, places I thought we shared such joy, were tainted.

Destroyed.

I should detest her.

Why could n't I just hate her ?

A whiplash cracked.

My school principal snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek plagiarizer vessel. I smelled the fresh saltiness of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the waves rolled in with the lunar time period. I stared out at the Shilter straits.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the pain. I gripped the forget me drug railings, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck. An previous man stood with a whip in deal, 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 older man.

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

"Aye."

I 'd leave I held the obelisk still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his bureau. I snatched the whip from his men as he crashed onto the deck. His face widened in jolt as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his face went slack.

"Seljan 's white face fungus,"grunted the bound man."Who in the Gods'name are you, womanhood ?"

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

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

"I 'd care to sleep with the name of my new gravy boat,"I said, fighting the flinch of annoyance as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of headwaiter 's pectus."Well !"I barked, putting all my years of authorisation into my snapping voice."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the party whip in from his spine."Speak !"

"The Golden thirstiness ..."

My lash cracked across his back.

"skipper !"he grunted.

I grinned. Captain. I liked the audio of that. A new start. A new life-time. I cut him free."Prepare my ship to sail."

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

"Leave 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 need a affection. She did n't require love. 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. A plagiarizer maitre d'hotel did n't need a heart.

She just needed obeisance. Lucy 's face flashed through my thoughts, twisted with choler, with hatred.

Pain. That was how new lives were born. Whether through the mother 's bother in childbirth or the excruciation of spirit remolding you, new starting time always came out of agony. I would n't let the rip come as strode the deck of my new ship.

I needed to be strong. To be hard. I had an entire crew to rule. And I doubt any of them would be as hard as my Bakiir. pathos he was idle. What a literary pirate he would consume made. I rubbed my belly. dishonour his cum never quickened in me.

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

My whip cracked.

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