Chapter 3: The Rakshasa’s Whip

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this!

Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

Queen Adroyna was dead. My grandmother. The longest-lived queen in Naith’s history. She had fended off assassination plots from aunts, from cousins, from sisters, and from her own daughters. She had drenched the Ziggurat in the blood of rakshasas to gain and maintain her clawed grasp on the queendom.

And now she was dead. Of natural causes.

Just thinking about it sent a horny wave of desire through me. A need to feel cum pumping into my womb, to bear that strong daughter of Bakiir. What a human he was. A warrior. A fighter. A killer. What a daughter he would give me. What a queen she would make.

What a threat to my very life. She would make me keep my claws sharp. My pussy grew even hotter.

I seized Bakiir’s shaved head, pulling his ebony face between my brown thighs. I groaned as he nuzzled and licked, as his tongues slid through my hot folds. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling and swaying, my nipples throbbing as I stared at Lucy.

What wondrous news she brought me. Everything would change. The entire balance in the palace would be thrown into chaos. And that meant opportunity. Plotting, intriguing, advancing. Carving out more power.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, my pussy already on fire from his first round of pussy licking. I cracked the flogger on his back, loving the stinging crack, his stoic grunt muffled by my cunt. “We have such plans to make.”

“Yes, my heart,” Lucy moaned, her hands rubbing her naked body, her fingers sliding down to her shaved pussy. She found her gold clit piercing, her mark as a royal slave, and tugged on it, twisting her little nub. She shuddered. “So many plans.”

CRACK!

The thudding smack, the grunt, the pleasure of Bakiir’s tongue sliding through my pussy lips shook me. My orgasm swelled so fast in my core. My juices smeared across his dark cheeks. His hands gripped my ass, so strong and rough, manly hands. Warrior hands. Yes, he would breed such a daughter in me.

My hips undulated faster and faster. I ground my clit against his lips, sparks shooting through me. My tongue licked my muzzle, brushing my whiskers, feeling my sharp fangs. I growled and yowled, the pleasure rippling through me as I came closer and closer to my explosion.

His lips found my clit. He sucked.

I came.

My pussy spasmed. Rapture burned through me. I gasped and convulsed. I shuddered on him, my entire body heaving as the pleasure of his licking surged through me. My eyes fluttered. His tongue was so amazing. So deliciously wicked. He stirred me to a froth. He made me ache and groan.

I gripped the flogger hard, cracking it down on his back as the rapture growled through me.

“Yes!” I snarled. “The queen’s aged tits, yes!”

Juices flooded out of me and into his hungry mouth. Lucy moaned nearby, tugging on that gold piercing. Her brown eyes fluttered as she let out such wanton moans. Her pale body glistened, adorned in sweet oils, her nipples so pink.

My pleasure boiled through my mind. But I needed more. I cracked my flogger one final time, eliciting one final grunt from my slave. He squeezed my ass hard, pulling me tight against his lips as he devoured my cunt.

Then I pulled away from him, my body still trembling. I crawled on to the bed, glancing at my heart. Lucy smiled as I knelt on my bed, wiggling my hips. She jumped and landed beside me, her petite body moving with her lithe, youthful grace. She stretched out before me, spreading her thighs, the sweet musk of her pussy filling my nose, mixing with the rose of her oils.

“Fuck me, Bakiir,” I snarled. “Ram that cock into your mistress’s cunt! Breed such a daughter in me!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, so full of all that strength I had tamed and mastered.

I buried my muzzle between Lucy’s legs. I loved how she squirmed and giggled, my whiskers tickling her inner thighs. Then my muzzle reached her pussy. My ears twitched as I lapped my wide, rough tongue across her cunt. Her squirms turned into trembles, her giggles transmuting into moans of pure delight.

“My heart,” moaned Lucy as my tongue battered her clit piecing. Her hands slid up her oiled body to her glistening tits, squeezing those small mounds. “Oh, you spoil me.”

“Mmm, I love to spoil my heart,” I purred as Bakiir’s strong hands seized my hips. “Especially when being fucked.”

“Yes, you eat my pussy out with such ardor,” Lucy groaned. “Oh, my heart, yes!”

I feasted on her pussy as Bakiir’s thick cock nudged at the folds of my hot cunt. He stirred his ebony shaft up and down my slit. And then he rammed into me with a might grunt, a warcry as he did battle with my pussy. He stabbed so deep, his spear impaling into my pussy. I groaned, savoring his prowess. He stretched my flesh apart, the friction burning hot, tingling through my body and making me purr louder.

The joy rumbled out of my throat as I licked and lapped at my lover’s pussy. My sweet slave. My heart. I devoured her pussy. My tongue lathered up and slit, caressing her pussy folds, diving into her depths for a moment. I gathered her cream, savoring it, while Bakiir thrust over and over.

“Fuck my heart,” moaned Lucy, her hips twitching. Her hands squeezed her breasts harder, jiggling her small mounds as much as she could. “Just pound her! Breed her!”

“I will,” growled Bakiir, pounding me so hard, savoring his reward. “Seljan’s beard, what a cunt!” “A rakshasa’s cunt!” I growled. “Better than any human’s!”

“Yes, Mistress.” He thrust harder, his balls smacking into my clit. I shuddered, my triangular tiger-ears twitching.

I drove my tongue deep into Lucy’s pussy, swirling around as my slave pounded me. My round breasts swung beneath me, my hips bucking. I clenched around his dark girth. The friction burned so hot through me, driving me closer and closer to exploding on his dick.

He impaled so deep into me. His spear so thick and long. I growled and snarled as I feasted on my heart’s sweet pussy. I made her tremble and gasp. Her fingers seized her pink nipples, stretching them, pulling on them, making such wonderful moans of delight as she groaned and gasped.

“Gods,” grunted Bakiir, burying his cock harder and harder into my burning depths. “By the gods, Mistress!”

“Cum in her!” howled Lucy, bucking so hard, trembling on the bed, my tongue lapping at her pussy, driving her wild.

I loved the sweet taste of her cunt while having my pussy so thoroughly fucked. Bakiir’s huge cock buried over and over into me. Every thrust sent a wave of euphoria through me. My purring grew louder and louder, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I drank in the friction, so eager for another rapturous explosion.

His hands tightened on my hips. His heavy balls thudded so hard into my clit. He growled. He grunted. My mighty slave rammed his huge cock into the depths of my fertile pussy. And exploded in me.

Hot cum spurted into my depths.

His fecund seed fell upon my fertile soil.

I came.

I snarled into Lucy’s pussy. I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, swirling it around, the rough texture assaulting her inner walls. She gasped and shuddered as my own snatch went wild about Bakiir’s dick. I massaged his cock, milking out the cum while the tsunami of rapture swept through my body and reached my mind.

“My heart!” squealed Lucy, cumming on my tongue.

Her pussy spasmed about my tongue, her juices flooding my hungry mouth, as ecstasy consumed me. My cunt milked Bakiir’s dick, eager for every drop of his jizz. He grunted behind me, shuddering as he emptied his balls into my depths.

“Oh, yes, Malakisha,” howled my lover. “Oh, thank you!” She bucked, spasming, feeling the same euphoria as me.

I shuddered, drinking it in, savoring Bakiir’s cock in me. He began to soften now. Spent. I shivered, lifting my muzzle, fur soaked with Lucy’s sweet juices, my every breath full of her scent. I looked over my shoulder at my brawny warrior.

“Retire to your cell,” I snarled.

“Mistress,” he panted, his ebony body glistening with sweat.

I shuddered as he withdrew his cock from my depths, clamping my pussy tight to hold his cum in. He stepped off the bed and sauntered with that dangerous grace of a warrior to the kennel. I shivered, rolling over onto my back, Lucy already scampering around on the bed, so full of energy.

“So Rushina will be queen now,” Lucy said, settling between my thighs. She leaned down, her soft, brown hair brushing my thighs as she nuzzled into my cum-filled pussy.

“Yes,” I purred as she took a long, slow lick through my folds, gathering Bakiir’s cum leaking out. “Unless she bungles it.”

“Well, she did produce Kushini,” she giggled. “So, clearly she can bungle things.”

I let out a pleased laugh as she licked her tongue through my folds again. I shuddered, feeling her tongue gather Bakiir’s cum out of my depths, hearing her moans of delight as she savored it. I ran my right hand through her hair, stroking her, savoring her, loving her.

“What will you do?” Lucy asked.

“Well, it’s time for our new ‘friendship’ with Kushini to pay dividends,” I purred. “She’s heir now, and she’ll have more power. Power she’ll be willing to give to such a useful cousin as me.”

Lucy licked again. “It’s a shame you can’t be queen.”

I shivered, sucking in a breath. Her tongue twirled around my clit. “Yes, yes, a shame. But gaining Kushini’s favor is a start.”

“Why do that?” Lucy looked up at me, her eyes hard. “Take the queendom now. Rushina isn’t secure in her rule.”

“I’m further down the succession line.”

“Not if you’re bold.” She grinned at me. “Risks have to be taken to seize great rewards. You cannot be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act.”

“That sounds ... familiar.” I licked my chops.

“You said it.” She probed her tongue into my pussy, swirling it around.

I shuddered, my mind working at her words. Bold. It had happened. Lesser daughters, granddaughters, and distant cousins farther down the line of succession had pulled it off. It had to be bold. A bloody coup. Something of overwhelming force and yet showing absolute cunning. It wasn’t enough for me to kill Rushina and declare myself queen. I’d have to do more.

I’d have to get someone else to kill Rushina for me. And then act.

My purr rose in my throat, Lucy’s tongue feasting through my pussy as the idea birthed through my head. I gripped her brown hair, grinding my pussy on her delicious tongue. Pleasure rippled through me, feeding my plan.

“Oh, yes, my heart, you are so right,” I purred. “Mmm, you’re going to be a queen’s slave! A queen’s lover!”

“Yes!” Lucy moaned. She jammed her tongue deep into my pussy, swirling around, gathering Bakiir’s cum.

I gasped, my toes curling. I seized my round breast with my left hand, squeezing it as the pleasure surged through me. I yowled and growled, humping on her face, grinding my clit against her cute nose. The pleasure surged through me.

I came as my plan crystallized in my mind.

Metal rang on metal.

I sat beneath the shade, watching the training sands. My slaves were practicing under Bakiir’s gaze. But I was nearer Kushini. She sparred with one of her own slaves, a brawny Thlinian with dark-red skin. Their swords crashed together, the pair dancing back and forth. Both were nude, my cousin’s breasts jiggling as she fought, her slave’s cock hard, rampant before him.

She must train her slaves for that.

Lucy fanned me while I lapped at my chilled wine. There was no breeze today. It was positively stifling in the Ziggurat. It was like even the weather opposed Rushina’s claim to the throne, turning all of Ankush into an oven.

And yet Kushini fought anyways, her body glistening with sweat. She did not deserve to be the heir.

“Congratulations, cousin,” I said as she and her slave took a pause in their sparring.

Kushini’s ears twitched. Her feline eyes flicked to me. “Congratulations?”

“On your ascendancy.” I licked my chops. “Why, you’ll be queen. One day.”

“I will be queen,” she hissed, her words both bold and mocking. “Why else are you here, cousin?”

“Why, to watch my slaves train.”

Kushini’s eyes flicked over to them, lingering on Bakiir. A shiver ran through her body. Then, with a snarl, she attacked her slave. He raised his sword, not caught off guard, fencing with her hard. He was good, skilled.

And so was she.

“Of course, cousin,” she spat.

“Your mother is young. And she is Adroyna’s daughter. I imagine she can rule as long as our grandmother did. Maybe longer if her heart doesn’t fail her while fucking her slave.”

Kushini hissed, her next swing hard. The swords clanged as they came together.

“Why, you might be old and shriveled yourself when you’re queen.” I took a lap of my wine. “Good thing you have your ... amusements.”

Kushini’s next swing went low, slipping past her slave’s guard and bit into his leg. He grunted, crimson blood spilling down his thighs. She yanked her sword free and he stumbled. She shuddered, her nipples hardening as she watched him fall onto his back.

Then she was on him, grasping his hard cock and impaling her cunt on his dick. She hissed, her fingernails raking bloody furrows down his chest as she rode his shaft. The slave groaned and gasped, staying impressively hard despite his bleeding leg wound.

I loved the anger, the lust, burning through my cousin. I lapped at my wine, turning my gaze to Bakiir. He was molding my slaves into such a fighting force. I rubbed my thighs together, my clit aching beneath my sari. I was so juicy.

But it was so damned hot.

Kushini’s moans and snarls and hisses and growls echoed as she fucked her slave hard, cumming in a few minutes upon him. Then she stood up, juices glistening down her thighs and snarled orders at her slaves. The wounded man was dragged off and a brawny Secaran slave came out to fight her.

Such rage. Such anger.

So useful when properly channeled.

The preparations for Rushina’s coronations had turned the Ziggurat into a zoo. I couldn’t stand it. Two days after watching Kushini fuck her slave on the arena sands, I wandered the slave markets, Lucy heeling me. Men leered at her beauty, staring at her naked, oiled flesh. But she was marked by the gold ring piercing her clit and walked behind a royal rakshasa. My gold nipple ring let them know I was no ordinary member of my species.

So they only looked, lusted, aching to seize my Lucy and satiate their rutting desires on her perfect flesh.

If I didn’t love Lucy, I’d be tempted to remove her gold clit ring and see how long it took before she was gangbanged. Perhaps I’d bring one of my female kennel slaves along next time just to discover.

I glanced at the pens, the slaves divided into categories. Some specialized in men for manual labor, others touted slaves with actual skills in crafts. I ignored those. The warrior slaves were swarmed by the gladiator owners who always needed new meet for the Coliseum and the games. I strolled past those, too, heading towards the pleasure slaves. Angelic boys, castrated to preserve their high-pitched voices and taught to eat pussy between singing their beautiful songs, lush girls trained to please both men and women with every part of their bodies, virginal waifs frightened and scared, knowing they were being sold to men delighting in violating their innocence.

So much flesh to buy.

“What is your game, cousin?” Kushini asked, strolling up to me in her obscene garb of leather pants and tight vest, sword strapped to her waist. She would wear a silk sari as befit her rank.

“Game?” I asked. “Why buying another pleasure whore for my kennels. Bakiir deserves his own woman, I think.”

“What of her, Mistress?” asked Lucy. “She has red hair. Tuathan blood. That’s rare.”

I glanced to the frightened girl huddled in the back, trying to hide her naked, freckled tits, her green eyes so wide. They were vibrant eyes. I licked my chops, pausing before her. Kushini fell in beside me, her hand rubbing on her sword.

“You want me to kill my own mother,” Kushini said. “And become queen. Why? You’re sixth in line.”

“I’ll be fifth then, won’t I?” I asked, moving closer to the cage, studying the girl. She had such long legs.

“Bakiir would enjoy her, Mistress,” Lucy said, knowing better than to call me “my heart” in public.

“Yes, he would.”

Kushini ears twitched. “And how long before you try to kill me?”

“Well, cousin dear, I’d have to murder your younger sister, two of my older sisters, and a cousin before I would even be a threat to you.” I glanced at her. “Does that frightened you?”

She purred, shaking her head. “My mother has a strong guard. Stronger than mine.”

“Pity,” I said. “Lucy, find the slave master, I want to see if the slave has an intact hymen.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lucy said, bowing and then moving off around the cage, pushing past the leering men without fear.

My heart was a brave one.

“You trust her?” Kushini asked, her voice lower. “She’s your lover.”

My body tensed. “I do trust her.”

“I have seen her wandering the palace. She has many other lovers.”

“Indeed.” I glanced at Kushini. “She is a beauty.”

“Perhaps she needs a new lover. I have a Secaran slave named Nathan. Perhaps your Lucy is feeling homesick.”

“Perhaps,” I said.

Kushini flicked her eyes to the redhead. “Enjoy your new slave, cousin.”

I only purred my delight as Kushini marched off to the martial slaves. Lucy returned a moment later, the obsequious slave master, a ebony-skinned Halanian with a white beard and gold, hoop earring dangling from broad lobes. He gave me a bow.

I hardly glanced at the slave girl’s pussy, buying her more out of celebrating the progress of my plan than the need to reward Bakiir. She walked behind us, her chain held in Lucy’s hand, on the way back to the Ziggurat. Her sobs added such a pleasant symphony to our walk.

“Do you ever feel homesick, Lucy?” I asked my lover.

I licked my lips, staring at the two men bound before me. It had been so much fun to contort Henyak and Bakiir’s bodies into balls, their wrists bound to their thighs, their ankles secured apart by a spreader bar. Their muscular asses were thrust up in the air, their cocks and balls dangling between their thick legs, exposed and vulnerable.

It made my pussy so wet as they submitted to this. They let me do this to them. They were so submissive to me. My loyal slaves. I ran my hand across both their asses, savoring their strength. It was so intoxicating. And it was such a wonderful way to pass the time while Lucy had her assignation with Nathan for the first time.

I hated when she went out to her lovers, but it was necessary.

“Did you enjoy taking that little Tuathan trollop’s cherry, Bakiir?” I asked, my fingers biting into his ass.

“She squealed nicely on my cock, Mistress,” he groaned. “And her pussy was tight.”

“Good, I paid much for her.” I kept stroking him. “She’s yours for as long as you want her. If you get bored, I can always find you another girl.”

“How can I get bored with you, Mistress?”

That brought a pleased purr from my throat. Then I turned to Henyak. “And you? Are you bored with your kennel slave.”

“Never,” he groaned. “She is such an ease at the end of a long day of training.”