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

Princess Malakisha - Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I strode through the corridors of the zikurat, my men at my back, armed, armored. Death was in the air. The future promised blood and fierceness. My nipples were hard as my purple sari whisked against my thigh. succus dribbled down my stage. My heart, my dearly Lucy, marched at my side, defenseless and unashamed, her light-brown hair bouncing about her shoulders.

She smelled excited, too. Eager. She was ready to witness me seize the Queendom, to proclaim my enduringness before my sisters and cousin, my aunts and nieces. I would claim the bloody commode and urinate it mine.

I just had to belt down Rushina and Kushini. I 'd spill so a great deal blood. I licked my chops, my sensory hair twitching in anticipation.

Slaves gasped as they saw us, scurrying into the wickedness. They knew beneficial than to be around the royal when they"flexed claws."class politics were so savage in the Ziggurat. It honed you into strength, into potency. It kept you alert.

It spiced biography, made you appreciate what you had.

I was glad Lucy was with me. I was glad I had her support and love. My heart marched at my side. My men trooped at my spinal column. Bakiir strode in their leading. He would carve my way to the potty. I would turn a loss men tonight. Maybe even Bakiir.

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

Kushini appeared ahead, rounding the corner. She did n't wear a saree but her leather pants. She left both her tits bared, her right nipple pierced by the same gold ringing that I had. Her hips swayed, her blade vacillation at her side.

Pathetic.

Her men moved up behind her.

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

I inclined my capitulum, not bothering to even acknowledge the insult."Shall we pay call to your dear mother."

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

My purr rose in my throat as I turned, nodding to my ebony slave.

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

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

Her paw played with the hilt of her sword. For a moment, a fearfulness swelled in me. Would she try to shoot down me in such a ... straight 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 sounds of combat. A cleaning woman let out a warning cry, the chieftess of Rushina 's bodyguard. She thought buying female slaves and training them to fight would pass on her a larger guard since they were meretricious than purchasing gladiators.

But no woman, no matter how skilled, could match my hard worker. They were big, powerful men. size of it and reach made far more of a difference in fight than dexterity and practice. Especially with how hone my men were at combat, equally as virtuoso as Rushina 's whore-guards.

stemma 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 potty room. Crimson slicked the floor. Swords rang on sword. fair sex were on the ground, hemorrhage, groaning, limbs severed as our slave pressed forward, Bakiir at the lead.

He was a god. He carved through the women, laying into them with his powerful sweep oar of his blade. He reached the doors, throwing them overt onto the commode way 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 anteroom, Lucy 's bare feet padding on the mucilaginous stemma. Kushini 's and my slave-soldiers were pressing into the throne way. Rushina rose from where she knelt naked. The onetime rakshasa stood with majestic grace as she faced the carnage, watching her female guards being butchered.

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

Henyak went down, a sword through his gut. He fell onto his bridge player and knee joint, struggling to rise. A trident wielded by a quixotic, Tuathan slave-guard rammed into his back, driving him into the floor. Thushin took a hard lilt on his neck. The blade cut deep, his mind held on only by his spine. Blood spurted as my hard worker crashed dead to the floor.

Rushina watched it all with unemotional person bravery as Bakiir slew her guard. My striver hacked and slashed. Issanik sword took a woman in the stomach, spilling her bowels like puritanic ropes across the primer coat. stock streamed from a cut down his binding, 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 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 centre rolled back into his head. A stab of expiation 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 warm now. I bet she was aching to fuck one of her guards right here on the bloody floor, to roll in the gore as she writhed in passion.

"And good Malakisha."

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

Bakiir 's steel stabbed into the guts of the lone slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The adult female screamed in pain in the neck, blood bubbling from her mouth. He kicked her off his artillery and drew back his sword to move down my aunt.

Rushina lifted her tiger question, 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 American ginseng as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir 's capitulum. He turned to support himself.

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

His sword fell from suddenly limp fingers. His eyes found mine. I saw it in his eyes. jolt. 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 accusation with Bakiir, had taken the speculative of the wounds dispatching Rushina 's whore-guards. Now Kushini 's men hit them from behind, running them through, butchering all the striver I had spent years cultivating.

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

Her parole were forte, piercing, reaching through the corridors.

Kushini yanked her bloody sword from Bakiir 's body. He slumped to the floor, weaponry spread limp, blood pooling across his ebony flesh. I watched Kushini 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 weapon all prepared to cut down Rushina as they ringed her.

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

And then something I had n't expected happened. Kushini knelt before her female parent and said,"Malakisha wanted to vote down 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 brain cocked, looking around, trying to figure out her daughter 's biz."What a ... loyal daughter you are, Kushini. Kill your cousin for her treason."

"Gladly,"Kushini purred. A tingle ran through her. She rose and turned to face up me, Bakiir 's rakehell drippage from her brand. Her men fanned out. They had expected this. They advanced.

Lucy bent down, snagging a dagger from a fallen woman. She tensed on the lump of her substructure. I faced my cousin, my heart hammering. Fear twisted through my stomach. My ears pricked. Where were they ?

"Yes, you thought to dig me in the dorsum after I killed my mother,"Kushini said, advancing on the egg of her bare pes, slicked by rakehell."You thought you could use me to drink 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 grace and gravitas of my station in the earth."Though I 'm dismayed. Too scared to take the throne for yourself ?"

"Oh, I have the can,"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 perfidy,"I continued.

"Because your fiddling sporting lady told you."Kushini let out a growling laughter."Everyone in the zikurat knows you love her, Malakisha. That you are so imperfect you love a homo 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 niggling strumpet with you everywhere. We all know you use her to spy on us."

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

"Oh, how ?"Kushini asked.

The boot tone thundered louder.

"Do n't you get a line your death coming, cousin ?"I asked.

Men burst into the throne room behind me. Kushini froze, her ears flicking as she witnessed the royal sentry duty of utter faggot Adroyna, led by Konayveh, surge into the way. Ten of them, all brawny, all firm, and all mine.

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

It was such a wonderful second to see Kushini raise her blade to evade Konayveh 's brutal swing. The other royal sentry duty crashed into her men. The fight was beastly, swift. Rushina, who 'd been standing impregnable, 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 assuredness to withstand.

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

I licked my chop shot, watching the work.

Kushini 's fenced with skill. She blocked and parried Konayveh 's powerful driving force while her men died behind her. The five were outnumbered. They killed three of Konayveh 's men before the final fell suddenly.

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 room. Wind howled. My new soldiers were struck with thaumaturgy. Their whisker whipped about their headland, loose fabric whisking about their bodies as they died. Their straits were twisted so hard around by the ululation blast, their cutis ripped. They dropped in torn pieces around Rushina.

No admiration she was so calm. She had magic to pass 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 past Konayveh dueling with Kushini, theirs swords ringing. I leaped over the perfectly. I would consume to get my own Fang bloody. It was galling, but I was too confining to the throne to lose it all now. My saree swirled about my second joint as I leaped.

Rushina 's head snapped towards me.

The wind howled, rushing at me. It whipped at my wear. My pap piercing flared hot. The illusion melted off of me. I was protected. Rushina 's feline optic widened as I landed before the crapper. She 'd bury what all girl of the Ziggurat were gifted : the chromium-alloyed gold doughnut made its wearer immune to magic.

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

I seized her articulatio radiocarpea as she tried to slap me. My top dog snapped at her. I felt her furred throat against my fangs. My teeth bit in hard. Orgasmic gratification surged through me at the hot, salty taste of her life. I ripped her pharynx out. I devoured her pulp, chewed it as she fell gurgling onto the throne, slumped over it, profligate sheeting down her naked breasts.

drubbing my chopper, I turned to look Kushini.

She fought with Konayveh still, the pair circling each early. Lucy watched from the wall, her hand clenching her dagger. Her boldness twisted with hope. She felt my victory near. I watched the battle. Konayveh would win me the throne.

It was far costlier than I expected. Damn Rushina for being a mage. I would only own Konayveh as a guard now. I would be vulnerable. It would take so very much slyness to protect myself. I licked my chop shot, 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 belly. She snarled in annoyance, bending over, her jaws snapping. She ripped out Konayveh 's throat with her dying exploit. Lucy screamed out in shock, in fear, realizing that my dominion of the Queendom just became that much more perilous.

Konayveh toppled back, line of descent spurting from his neck. He clutched a hand 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 sword fallen from her grip. She clutched her belly, stock streaming through her fingers.

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

Kushini snorted, blood flecking her Fang. Her life history pumped out of her, eyes glossy with agony."No wonder she was so calm with those sluts protecting her."

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

She let out a purring jest that turned into a snarl of pain in the neck."You outmaneuvered me. You used that niggling jade of yours well."

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

"Is she ?"Kushini asked, her eyes flicking to the right for a present moment."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 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 sticky puddle. I lifted my muzzle, turned to see the triumphant smile in Lucy 's face.

She stabbed.

Pain knifed through my shape. I gasped, my back arching as Lucy 's obelisk buried into my face. As I turned to face her, her knife missed my organs. Instead, she sliced through my abdominal muscleman. I groaned, hissing in pain sensation, my hand lashing out at her out of inherent aptitude. I struck her. She gasped, stumbling back, the dagger left lodged in my flesh.

Lucy slipped and landed on her back, her naked body smeared in the blood, her face twisting with ... ira. With fad. With hatred.

hate ?

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

I wrenched the stab free of my face. ancestry poured hot down my skin, soaking into my saree. I stumbled to her. To my heart. Confusion rippled through me. She just stared up at me, that wrath blazing in her face.

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

"My heart and soul,"she sneered."How I hated calling you that, pretending to have a go at it you, to deliver your stinking pinch !"

Her words cut deeper 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 creature who bought me ? Who enslaved me. Who whips me and beats me. Who forces me to do degrading acts for her delight ! This was my fortune for freedom. I took it. 'Risks have to be taken to sequester 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 devoid !"

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

"The man who cared for me ? Who was pinnace 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 spoilt of your desires from being afflicted upon me."She lifted her pharynx."I die gratuitous of you, Malakisha !"

Anger surged through me. My fur sprouted as I leaped at her. tooth became fangs. Never loved me ? Never cared for me ? All those times she spoke those three beautiful words were a lie ? bust matted my fur as I landed on her torso. My tooth snapped about her pharynx. I felt the beatnik of her heart.

No veneration. She was never afraid of me. But she never loved me.

She lied.

She was false.

She hated me.

I ripped out my marrow 's throat. I had never tasted Thomas More bitter blood. She spasmed, her head turning away, looking at Konayveh 's remains as she died. I lifted my bloody muzzle. A tear fell from the fur around my middle, splashing on her face.

She grimaced.

Her trunk twitched.

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

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I stumbled through the harbour, bleeding, in pain. Blood coated my side, weighed down my sari. I did n't care. nix mattered. I was queen, and I did n't desire to sit the toilet. Why ? What was the point ? I was so empty inside.

I loved her so often. I thought she had grown to fuck me back. I could still think stumbling across her in the slave playpen, seeing the strength in her oculus as she sat with the other scared slave woman, this youth matter, a Virgin, but glaring with such defiance.

I had fallen in dearest with her. She had stolen my heart.

And she had taken it into the grave.

How could I have missed her genuine touch sensation ? The hatred ? The scorn ? She had faked it all these twelvemonth. 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 pharynx. For killing her. She deserved to die.

I threw a look over my articulatio humeri. The ziggurat was a morose shape looming over the city, a rising pyramid built on descent and infliction. Lucy 's death was one more drop to soak into the stones. My tummy curdled.

I let my fur retract, my whiskers slid into my cheeks, and my fangs became dull dentition. 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 deceptions. Everywhere I 'd go, I 'd see reminders of the mistaken love I shared with her. place I had once thought of fondly, shoes I thought we shared such joy, were tainted.

Destroyed.

I should hate her.

Why could n't I just hate her ?

A party whip cracked.

My head snapped around. A man bellowed on the ship I stood beside, a sleek pirate vessel. I smelled the novel salt of the sea, heard the pier creaking as the waves rolled in with the tide. I stared out at the Shilter Strait.

I marched to the gangplank, snarling against the pain. I gripped the Mexican valium rail, hauling myself up it in small stages. Snarling in pain in the ass, I stumbled onto the deck. An sr. man stood with a whip in handwriting, a Halanian man kneeling before him, weapons system bound to the mast, so Diospyros ebenum and brawny, his back welted, bleeding in spots.

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

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

"Aye."

I 'd forgotten I held the dagger still in my hand until I 'd planted it into his chest. I snatched the whip from his paw as he crashed onto the pack of cards. His brass widened in seismic disturbance as he stared at me. I stared back at him as his nerve went slack.

"Seljan 's White beard,"grunted the bound man."Who in the god'names are you, cleaning lady ?"

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

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

"I 'd like to know the gens of my new boat,"I said, fighting the wince of pain in the neck as I bent down and ripped the dagger out of Captain 's dresser."Well !"I barked, putting all my days of ascendency into my rupture vocalism."I gave you an order, sailor."I cracked the whip in from his spine."Speak !"

"The Golden Hunger ..."

My whip cracked across his back.

"Captain !"he grunted.

I grinned. sea captain. I liked the sound of that. A new scratch. A new life. I cut him barren."Prepare my ship to sail."

"The gang wo n't just keep up you because you ..."His news trailed off as I fixed a regard on him.

"Leave the crew to me."

I turned my spine on the ziggurat and strolled the deck of my new ship. Thyrna. I liked the public figure. Thyrna did n't need a affectionateness. She did n't need sleep with. She was n't the foolish idiot that Princess Malakisha was.

That woman died in the palace, stabbed in the rachis by her center. A plagiarizer captain did n't involve a heart.

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

painful sensation. That was how new lives were born. Whether through the female parent 's botheration in childbirth or the agony of life remolding you, new rootage always came out of excruciation. I would n't let the split come as strode the deck of my new ship.

I needed to be inviolable. To be hard. I had an entire crew to overshadow. And I doubt any of them would be as impregnable as my Bakiir. Pity he was dead. What a pirate he would have made. I rubbed my belly. Shame his come never quickened in me.

My hand tightened on the party whip and dagger as the crew began appearing, eyes flicking to their dead captain and then to me. I grinned, eagre for the new challenge.

My whip cracked.

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