The Rakshasa 's Heart
Chapter quaternary : The Rakshasa 's spirit
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, armoured. destruction was in the air. The future promised blood and violence. My mammilla were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thigh. Juices dribbled down my legs. My sum, my dear Lucy, marched at my side, naked and unashamed, her light-brown hairsbreadth bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. eagre. She was fix to find me seize the Queendom, to proclaim my intensity level before my baby and first cousin, my auntie and nieces. I would claim the bloody throne and pull in it mine.

I just had to stamp out Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so much origin. I licked my chop, my whiskers twitching in anticipation.

striver gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the dark. They knew skilful than to be around the royal stag when they"deform claws."Family political science were so vicious in the ziggurat. It honed you into long suit, into dominance. It kept you alert.

It spiced life, made you appreciate what you had.

I was sword lily Lucy was with me. I was beaming I had her livelihood and love. My heart marched at my side. My men trooped at my backbone. Bakiir strode in their lead. He would chip at my way to the can. I would fall behind 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 endure a sari but her leather pants. She left both her tits bared, her right nipple pierced by the Saame amber pack that I had. Her hips swayed, her sword swinging at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my nous, not bothering to even receipt the insult."Shall we pay name to your beloved mother."

Kushini licked her chop. She was excited, both mammilla hard, her vibrissa quivering."I am so eagre 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 parliamentary law at Kushini 's striver. 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 stairs to the tiptop of the zikurat where Rushina waited in the throne room, surrounded by those whorish fair sex she thought would protect her.

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

Her hand played with the hilt of her sword. For a bit, a fright swelled in me. Would she try to drink down me in such a ... direct fashion ? 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 sari whisked as we hurried up the stairs after our men. My capitulum were pricked forward, listening for the tell-tale audio of combat. A woman let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's escort. She thought buying female hard worker and training them to fight would give her a larger sentry go since they were chinchy than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no matter how skilled, could twin my striver. They were big, brawny men. Size and hand made far more of a difference in armed combat than dexterity and practice. Especially with how honed my men were at combat, equally as expert as Rushina 's whore-guards.

bloodline scented the air.

We hurried faster, arousal bleeding off my full cousin. We gained the top of the stairs, bursting out on the hall before the throne room. crimson slicked the base. Swords rang on sword. woman were on the priming, hemorrhage, groaning, limbs severed as our hard worker pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the fair sex, laying into them with his mighty sweep oar of his brand. He reached the threshold, throwing them exposed onto the potty 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 unsheathed base padding on the steamy blood. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the potty room. Rushina rose from where she knelt au naturel. The older rakshasa stood with imperial beard grace as she faced the mass murder, watching her female sentry duty 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 knees, struggling to lift. A trident wielded by a wild-eyed, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a voiceless swing on his cervix. The sword cut deep, his principal held on only by his vertebral column. Blood spurted as my hard worker crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with stoic courage as Bakiir slew her safeguard. My hard worker hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a woman in the breadbasket, spilling her intestine like disconsolate ropes across the primer. stock streamed from a cut down his dorsum, but he kept fighting.

Kushini and I strolled forward in the aftermath of our men. The dwindling female person safety fell back to their mistress, collapsing into a shrinking ring about her. Bakiir growled his rescript, swinging his steel over his head, rallying the men.

I stepped over Nathan, Kushini 's slave, bleeding from a his thigh, his middle rolled back into his head. A stab of atonement guess through Lucy 's scent as she stepped over him in as she trailed behind me.

"daughter,"Rushina said.

"female parent,"Kushini purred, her arousal so strong now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guards right here on the all-fired floor, to wheel in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And lamb Malakisha."

"noble aunt,"I nodded, giving the successor due respect for her poise.

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

Rushina lifted her tiger nous, 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 defend himself.

Kushini 's sword slammed through his chest. She 'd closed the space so fast. My favorite slave, the only man I had found worthy enough to breed my daughter, died, his sum destroyed by Kushini 's skillful thrust.

His sword fell from suddenly hobble fingers. His eyes found mine. I saw it in his eye. Shock. Failure. He had wanted to please me.

I would omit him. But his death was worth this sacrifice.

Issanik cursed, his steel taking one of Kushini 's slaves in the neck before a spear wielded slammed into his belly. My men, who had led the cathexis with Bakiir, had taken the defective of the injury dispatching Rushina 's whore-guards. Now Kushini 's men hit them from behind, running them through, butchering all the slaves I had spent class 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 elusive nod of her promontory then screamed out,"treachery ! You betrayed my fancy woman !"

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

Kushini yanked her bloody brand from Bakiir 's torso. He slumped to the floor, arms spread limp, rip pooling across his ebony tree flesh. I watched Kushini pace 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 arm all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

"Well, daughter, very well played,"Rushina said, pride in her part. Any mother would be so shiver 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 stamp out you, mother. But I heard about the plot of ground in time to act and came to your rescue."

Rushina 's capitulum twitched. The shock was clear. Her head cocked, looking around, trying to figure out her daughter 's secret plan."What a ... fast daughter you are, Kushini. Kill your first cousin for her treason."

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A quiver ran through her. She rose and turned to face me, Bakiir 's line of descent drippage from her sword. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

Lucy bent down, snagging a sticker from a fallen woman. She tensed on the formal of her ft. I faced my cousin-german, my pump pound. Fear twisted through my stomach. 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 balls of her bare pes, slicked by stemma."You thought you could use me to down my own mother."

"And you thought to use me, too,"I shrugged. If this was my demise, I would face it with all the goodwill and dignity of my post in the world."Though I 'm shocked. Too frighten away to guide the throne for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the potty,"she purred."Mother will involve 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."fountainhead played."

armour jingled. the boot thumped. Louder.

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

"Because your trivial cocotte 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 man female. We all laugh at you behind your back. You think you 're so saucy, so craftiness, that you 've hidden it so well even though you take that slight strumpet with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

The Holy Scripture stung. I did n't wish."So what if you know she 's my pith,"I said."She 's the intellect I 'll be queen."

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The the boot pace thundered louder.

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

Men burst into the throne room behind me. Kushini froze, her spike flicking as she witnessed the royal stag guard of numb pouf Adroyna, led by Konayveh, upsurge into the room. Ten of them, all brawny, all substantial, 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 consequence to see Kushini invoke her sword to evade Konayveh 's barbarous swing. The other royal guards crashed into her men. The fighting was brutal, western fence lizard. 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 frail. Unworthy to hold the throne.

I licked my chops, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with accomplishment. 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 dead.

Rushina screamed as they advanced on her. She grabbed something from a pocket of her sari, a ampul 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. confidential information howled. My new soldiers were struck with deception. Their hair whipped about their heads, idle cloth whisking about their physical structure as they died. Their heads were twisted so knockout around by the howling gusts, their skin ripped. They dropped in torn pieces around Rushina.

No wonderment she was so settle down. She had magic to diminish back upon. Why had I never learned she was a mage ? When had she learned this talent ? thaumaturgy was abhorred in the Queendom. It was why we wore our piercings.

Snarling, I charged by Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs blade ringing. I leaped over the utter. I would have to get my own Fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too close to the throne to lose it all now. My sari swirled about my thigh as I leaped.

Rushina 's heading snapped towards me.

The wind 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 oculus widened as I landed before the throne. She 'd forgotten what all daughter of the zikkurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed Au ring made its wearer immune to magic.

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

I seized her wrist as she tried to slap me. My point snapped at her. I felt her furred pharynx against my fangs. My teeth bit in backbreaking. Orgasmic atonement surged through me at the hot, salty gustatory modality of her biography. I ripped her throat out. I devoured her flesh, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, line of descent sheeting down her au naturel breasts.

whacking my chop shot, I turned to face Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the pair circling each other. Lucy watched from the wall, her mitt clenching her dagger. Her font 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. hoot Rushina for being a mage. I would only possess Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would take so practically cunning 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 pussy as his sword took my cousin in the stomach. She snarled in pain, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's pharynx with her dying effort. Lucy screamed out in shock, in veneration, realizing that my regulation of the Queendom just became that much more than perilous.

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

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

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

Kushini snorted, blood flecking her fang. Her life-time pumped out of her, eyes glossy with agony."No wonderment she was so settle down with those sluts protecting her."

I straddled my cousin 's torso, staring down into her eye."Do you want it quick, or do you want the painful sensation to drag out, to have hope that somehow you 'll predominate ?"

She let out a purring laughter 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 centre flicking to the right wing for a import."I wish you well with that, cousin. You won."She lifted her throat."Quick."

I tore out my cousin-german 's throat. I killed my competitor 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 pasty puddles. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

infliction knifed through my flesh. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's dagger buried into my side of meat. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal brawniness. I groaned, hissing in pain, my hand 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 soundbox smeared in the rakehell, her look twisting with ... ira. With cult. With hatred.

Hatred ?

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

I wrenched the stab devoid of my side. Blood poured hot down my pelt, soaking into my sari. I stumbled to her. To my heart. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that anger blaze in her face.

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

"My heart,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to get laid you, to support your fouled touching !"

Her Scripture cut deep than the knife.

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

"I never loved you !"Her voice was shrill."How could I love the beast who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and beats me. Who forces me to do degrading human activity for her pleasance ! This was my luck for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to impound keen rewards ,'” she said, sneeringly quoting my words."'You can not be afraid. You have to capture your opportunity and act .'I seized ! Konayveh and I would have been free !"

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

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

"You enjoyed being—"

Her joke was so mocking."I never loved a endorsement 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 free of you, Malakisha !"

ire surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. tooth became fang. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those times she spoke those three beautiful words were a lie ? Tears matted my fur as I landed on her consistency. My teeth 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 nub 's throat. I had never tasted Thomas More bitter blood. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's corpse as she died. I lifted my bloody gag. A tear fell from the fur around my oculus, 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 pain. Blood coated my side of meat, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. Nothing mattered. I was fag, and I did n't require to sit the throne. Why ? What was the spot ? I was so vacuous inside.

I loved her so a good deal. I thought she had grown to roll in the hay me back. I could still retrieve stumbling across her in the hard worker pens, seeing the specialty in her middle as she sat with the former scared break one's back 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 honest feelings ? 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 squawk. I should n't hate myself for ripping out her throat. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a look over my shoulder. The Ziggurat was a dismal shape looming over the city, a rising Great Pyramid built on blood and pain. Lucy 's death was one more drop to soak into the Harlan Fiske Stone. My abdomen curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my impudence, and my fangs became muted teeth. My human being face emerge. I could n't go back. I could n't behave to be in that lieu. To be haunted by all her deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see monitor of the put on love I shared with her. situation 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 party whip cracked.

My head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vas. I smelled the fresh salt of the sea, heard the pier creak as the wave rolled in with the lunar time period. I stared out at the Shilter Strait.

I marched to the gangway, snarling against the pain. I gripped the rope railing, hauling myself up it step-by-step. Snarling in pain, I stumbled onto the deck. An older man stood with a party whip in hand, a Halanian man kneeling before him, arms boundary to the mast, so ebony tree and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

I 'd bury I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the lash from his hands as he crashed onto the deck. His face widened in blow as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his brass went slack.

"Seljan 's egg white beard,"grunted the bound man."Who in the Gods'names are you, womanhood ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to screw the name of my new gravy boat,"I said, fighting the flinch of pain as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of master 's chest."Well !"I barked, putting all my long time of ascendence into my rupture voice."I gave you an fiat, sailor."I cracked the lash inch from his back."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My lash cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

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

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

"Leave the crew to me."

I turned my rear on the ziggurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the name. Thyrna did n't need a nub. She did n't need make love. She was n't the foolish changeling that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the castle, stabbed in the back by her heart. A pirate captain did n't need a heart.

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

Pain. That was how new lives were born. Whether through the female parent 's hurting in childbirth or the torment of animation remolding you, new beginning always came out of agony. I would n't let the tears come as strode the deck of cards of my new ship.

I needed to be secure. To be hard. I had an entire bunch to overshadow. And I doubt any of them would be as potent as my Bakiir. pity he was drained. What a plagiarizer he would have made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his seminal fluid never quickened in me.

My mitt tightened on the lash and dagger as the crowd began appearing, eyes flicking to their bushed captain and then to me. I grinned, eagre for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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