Chapter 14: Rakshasa’s Deadly Beauty

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

“Pass,” I said to Princess Naryu’s offer. “I’m not for sale. None of us are.”

The dangerous glint in the rakshasa’s eyes intensified. For a moment, her pupils almost became slitted. I felt tension wreathe the air. Nephi moved closer, my sphinx’s breath coming slow and steady. Pyrriah drifted to my left side, unarmed but I had a feeling she could fight effectively barehanded.

“You do not know what you are giving up,” Princess Naryu purred. She sat up, her bred pussy dripping with my seed. I had accomplished one of my goals, knocking up a rakshasa. But I had my heights aimed higher than just a princess.

“Oh?” I asked. “Besides my freedom. My domination of my sisters and mother.”

“They’re all your sisters?” Princess Naryu asked.

“In a manner of speaking,” I said, not glancing at Nephi.

Princess Naryu’s smile grew. “Mmm, you are everything that Pradu promised and more. You will be honored. The first of my studs. My chief lover.”

“So?” I asked, shrugging. I’m already first. Right.”

“Oh, yes, brother,” Lasla breathed. “First in my heart.”

“And my pussy,” Pyrriah purred. “His seed has already quickened in our wombs once.”

“Yes, my son is a strong and virile man. He has no need to bow.” My dragon-mother words were breathy.

“He tamed me,” Nephi said, bold and struck.

“But it was fun fucking you,” I said to Princess Naryu. “I’ll remember our time together, but being a slave...” I shrugged. “I like to command. Mother, suck my dick clean of the princess’s royal juices.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned.

She flowed between Pyrriah and me, her blue hair spilling about her face. She fell to her knees, her big breasts jiggling. Her deep-sapphire eyes stared up at me with worship, hunger, and love. She grabbed my cock and licked the base of it, gathering up the princess’s tangy cream.

Princess Naryu pursed her lips and pouted at me. Her fingers planted on her knees. She gripped them with, her body shaking. “I don’t do this. Beg. But you ... I want you, Kurtis. You will be the prize of Ankush. You will make my star rise.”

I shrugged as my mother’s tongue ran up and up my cock. She reached the pinnacle and swallowed my dick. She sucked me into her mouth. Her lips sealed tight around my cock. She nursed with hunger, her cheeks hollowing as she cleaned my cock of the princess’s cunt cream.

“Gods, she’s good,” I groaned as she bobbed her head. “Nothing like a loving mother to clean your dick after you fucked some great pussy.”

“Please,” the princess moaned, watching on with hungry eyes. Her fingers kneaded her thighs. Her small breasts, that delicious shade of Naithan brown, quivered with her trembling. “Please, be my slave. You will be showered. You will be pampered. You will have all the pussy you can want. Mine. Others.”

“I have all the pussy I want,” I groaned, my mother’s mouth sliding up and down my cock. That warm, wet sheath caressed me. Her tongue danced over my shaft.

“Yes, he does,” Lasla moaned, hugging me from behind. Her round breast rubbed into my back. “He’s a stud who doesn’t need anything more.”

“Sorry,” I said, shrugging. “This is what I crave.”

Annoyance flashed over Princess Naryu’s face. Then she flounced onto her back, her short, black hair swaying about her face. She grabbed both her nipple piercings and twisted them. She groaned as she did, her pussy clenching, more of my seed leaking out of me.

I knew both Nephi and Pyrriah wanted to eat my cum, but they stood at my side in case the rakshasa turned dangerous. The thrill of whether the princess would pounce on me or not was n exciting rush.

It spiced my mother’s blowjob.

The princess stared at me with hot eyes, possessive eyes. She didn’t like being told no. It had rarely happened in her life, if at all. And never so blatantly. I loved it. My dick throbbed in my mother’s mouth, bringing me closer and closer to cumming down her throat.

I would give her all y jizz. I would explode into her mouth. Her sucking would give me so much pleasure. I felt her magnificent love. I grinned, my dick throbbing with thoughts that danced through my mind. How I could use this.

“That’s it, Mother,” I groaned. “Suck my dick. You’re going to get a treat of cum.”

“No, no, pump that seed in me,” moaned Princess Naryu. “If you won’t be my slave, then fuck me again.”

“My mother’s cleaning me off,” I groaned. “And that deserves a reward. Right, Mother?”

She moaned around my cock, her blue eyes staring up at me. They were as dark as the ocean deeps. I loved staring down at her as she sucked my cock. She worked her mouth up and down my dick with hunger.

My balls tightened. The pressure rose and rose in them. I came closer and closer to cumming. To spurting all my seed into my mother’s hungry maw. She deserved her reward. She was such a loving mother. She left her mate, daughters, and granddaughters behind to follow me on my quest.

And it would be successful. I would return to the rest of my family and breed my mother’s wife and my two sylph half-sisters. I would have seed so potent, no womb could resist my cock. I was Las’s son. My progeny would abound.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I growled. “That’s it. Suck my dick. Damn, just like that. Nurse on my cock. Mmm, you know what you’re doing. You’re sucking with hunger. Damn!”

Mother moaned around my cock and bobbed her head with passion. Her lips slid down my cock while Princess Naryu pouted and watched on. She had her legs spread wide in invitation. Her fingers twisted her nipple piercing, stretching out her brown nub.

Then she released them and moaned. Her body trembled as she squirmed on the floor. Her face scrunched up with passion. She moaned, her fingers tweaking her pierced nub. I grinned at her as my mother brought me closer to cumming.

“Las’s big dick!” I growled, the pressure at the peak. “Gods, Mother, you want my cum.”

“She does,” Lasla moaned, her hands stroking my stomach. She rubbed her nipples into my back. “Give it to her, brother.”

“Yes, yes, give it to her,” Pyrriah purred, a flicker of vibrant dancing through her fiery hair.

“I’m almost there,” I groaned.

Mother sucked hard, her tongue sliding over the crown of my cock. She cupped my balls. Her fingers massaged my nuts heavy with my cum. They were full of all that jizz that would burst out of me. I would have such a huge explosion.

A mighty eruption of cum that would flood her mouth.

She would gag on my spunk. Drown on it. That would be incredible. I reveled in this moment. I savored her mouth sucking at my nuts. She nursed with such hunger on me. My toes curled from the force of her sucking.

“Gods, yes!” I growled and then I erupted.

I fired my cum into my mother’s mouth. Princess Naryu whimpered, her fingers tugging hard on her nipples. Her back arched as I pumped my cum into my mother’s mouth. She gulped it down. She swallowed my spunk with hunger.

“Kurtis,” the princess moaned. “Come fuck me! Plow into me hard! Please! Be mine!”

“Never!” I growled, the pleasure hammering my mind.

Sparks burst across my vision as my mother gulped down my cum. She swallowed my spunk with hunger. It was a delicious feeling. One that had me growling out my rapture. I groaned, my mind bursting with passion. I shuddered through the bliss. I savored every moment of this passion.

“Las’s big cock,” I breathed.

“Mmm, Kurtis, come fuck me,” Princess Naryu moaned. “Let me convince you that I’m the best.”

“Sorry,” I said, pulling my cock out of my mother’s mouth. “I have to get going. So much to do. So many other pussies to fuck.”

“What are you?” she hissed, fury flashing through her eyes again.

Nephi and Pyrriah tensed.

Princess Naryu stared at me with her baleful gaze. “What have you done to me?”

I winked at her.

“Tell me!” she growled, her eyes becoming slitted.

“I’m Kurtis,” I said with a shrug.

Lasla

The excitement of last night stayed in me as I walked with Nephi through Ankush to see Pradu. I kept reliving the memories of Kurtis fucking the princess and then turning down her offer. He’d walked out of there with her all but humping against his leg.

There were moments I thought we’d have to fight. Well, Nephi, Pyrriah, and maybe Mother Azuliana would have to fight. I would just have cowered in the corner. I wasn’t someone to pick up a sword and swing.

I had other skills. Skills I wanted to develop.

So I walked back to the market square where they sold the slaves to find Pradu. Nephi went with me; Kurtis’s orders. I wasn’t about to say no. This city terrified me. It was a dangerous place. All but lawless. Just the two of us walking through it alone attracted hungry eyes. I was confident Nephi could keep us from being snatched, but...

I wished Kurtis was with us.

I pushed down my fear with my eagerness.

Soon, we were back to the market. People were buying flesh. Men and women were sold, many marched off with collars around their necks. Some would be servants, other warriors, and some were sold for pleasure.

I found Pradu with her two slave girls at her side. The one who’d eaten me out with such alacrity didn’t so much as lift a gaze to look at me. She had devoured my cunt and given me such a delicious orgasm. I wanted to thank her, but...

Did Mistress’s thank slaves.

“Interested in buying the pussy licker?” Pradu asked. The glanced at the girls. “Which one of you ate Lady Lasla’s cunt?”

The one on the right raised her arm.

“She’s a good worker,” said Pradu. “I can’t let her go for—”

I waved my hand. “I want to learn how you raise such obedient slaves. That’s why I’m here, Pradu.”

“Mmm, yes,” Pradu said, the Naithan woman giving Nephi a hard look. “This one could do with being broken. Too much spine in her. She stands there like a guard and...” Pradu’s brow furrowed. “She is a guard. Not just a pretty face. Though, it is not bright. You want a man. They are stronger. More imposing.”

“She can be plenty strong enough,” I said. I glanced at those girls. “You told them to suck my brother’s cock and to eat my pussy, and they didn’t hesitate. They flowed into motion almost the moment you were done speaking. How do you get such obedience?”

“Fear.” Pradu smiled as a slight shiver ran through me. “You make them afraid of you. If they are more terrified of you then what you command them to do, they will perform with eagerness.”

“Fear?” Lasla croaked, feeling queasy.

“Oh, yes,” said Pradu. “I like to make examples with a new batch of slaves. I find the prettiest or the strongest and I break them. Sacrifice them to show the others the price of crossing me. Their suffering can last days before they die.” Pradu caressed the girl who’d eaten out my pussy like she would a pet, a stroke down the cheek. “And you don’t want that, do you?”

“No, Mistress,” the slavegirl said. “This one will do anything to please you.”

“That’s right,” Pradu purred. “You’re an obedient slave.”

“Why not use pleasure?” I demanded, horrified by how this woman could be so cruel. “Offer a reward of delights instead of a beating with the stick.”

“On the unwilling?” Pradu laughed in such a mocking tone. “I’m supposed to be soft on those who are angry at being slaves. So ready to lash out at their captors. To escape and feel back to whatever miserable lives they had before me. Oh, no, you can’t use pleasure on them. Right?”

“Right, Mistress,” the two slave girls said at once.

Pradu put her hands on them both, her fingers stroking through their hair. “They have to be broken, Lady Lasla. Their minds have to be destroyed. Once you’ve crushed their old self, you can then remake them as obedient slaves. Once you’ve done that, once you’ve utterly destroyed them, then they are docile and ready to serve you.”

“That’s disgusting,” I hissed in anger.

“That’s why you have such lax slaves. How can you ever get obedience without pain and suffering? You think pleasure will keep her”—Pradu nodded to Nephi—”from rebelling? She’ll eventually turn on you.”

“No, she won’t,” I said with absolute confidence. “Kurtis tamed her.”

“Did he?” Pradu said, staring at Nephi. “But he didn’t break her. She’s still strong and proud. That’s not good. Give her to me for a few days. You can watch. Learn.”

“Never!” I stepped between Pradu and Nephi, glaring at the slave trader. “I would never do that to Nephi. She’s part of my family.”

Pradu laughed like I was a naïve child. Anger galled through me. This woman was sick. Twisted. I glanced at those two slave girls. Something had to be done about this. I would talk to Kurtis. Oh, yes, this wouldn’t stand.

“Come on, Nephi,” I hissed and marched away.

Kurtis

Lasla had wanted to learn something from Pradu, so I let her go and took my other women to buy richer clothing. What we had was fine for the common parts of the city, but if I wanted to get in the Ziggurat and fuck the queen, I would need finer garb.

Women of all species cared about that, or so I had learned.

That was how I ended up at the clothing store. The tailor was a rotund man who had grown rich supplying clothes to the powerful of Ankush. He walked up to me and shook his head. He made a shooing motion.

“Out, out,” he said, glancing with disdain at my robes. He wore fine robes of silk made of different colors. Gold rings adorned his pudgy fingers. “This is not for you.”

“It’s not?” I asked and pulled out my purse. I jangled it.

Behind him, a woman gasped. A mature, Naithan beauty in robes that clung to her lush frame. They were made of blue silk and clung to her figure. Green trimmed it. She licked her lips, necklaces of gold around her throat. She stared at me, desire kindling in her eyes.

I winked at her.

“You sure you want me to go?” I asked.

“Well now,” the merchant said. “I mistook you for someone else. Come in. Come in. I would gladly clothe you.”

“Yes, yes,” breathed the wife. She stepped up, her breasts rising and falling. She almost panted.

“Veria, fetch some chilled wine for our guests,” the man said.

I thought that was the wife when a girl squeaked, “Yes, father.”

I glimpsed a girl of fourteen or so years in a robe of pink that clung to her body. she was slender but I caught the profile of her face before she vanished out of my sight. She had her mother’s porcelain feature but finer.

“Mmm, we have to clothe them in just the perfect outfits,” said his wife. “Come, come, let’s get you measured.”

“Of course, of course,” the husband said, leading them to the back where a small dais stood. Several mirrors of polished plates of bronze surrounded it, showing me off from multiple angles.

“Let’s get this robe off of you,” said the wife. She had a big grin as she unbelted the knot holding it closed.

I let her pull it off. She gasped as she saw me spill out. I wasn’t hard, yet, but I still must have impressed her. I could feel the lust bleeding off of her. I didn’t have to nudge her. She was eager to enjoy me.

“Oh, my, now underclothes,” the tailor said. “Apologize to my wife for exposing yourself.”

“Oh, it’s fine, dear,” the wife said, her nipples poking at the front of her robe. “Start measuring him.” Her eyes were on my cock. “We have to know how big he is to make sure he fits.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll make sure I fit,” I said and winked at the wife.

She shuddered and grabbed a wooden writing board and parchment. She held it on her lap, forming a desk, and then uncapped an inkpot resting on a table beside her. She dipped in a quill and looked poised to write

“Oh, my!” gasped the daughter. She came to a stop with the tray holding three cups. My mother snagged one and Pyrriah another. The girl swallowed at the sight of me.

“Oh, come here, cutie,” my mother purred as I took my glass, the liquid inside cool “Let’s just go over here and get out of the way.”

I felt my mother’s desire for the girl. So I flared the girl’s desire for my mother. It was simple to do. The girl gasped and didn’t resist, clutching the tray to herself. Pyrriah smiled and then whispered into my mother’s ear.

“Thank you,” mouthed my mother.

I winked back at her.

As the tailor measured me, his busty wife wrote down the numbers. Her eyes were locked on my cock thrusting out before me. The tailor ran a strip of silk cloth, knotted at regular intervals, across my shoulders, the length of my arm. Around my torso. The outside of my legs and my full height. He didn’t measure the one part his wife was most keen to inspect.

“There,” he said. “The Tuathan girl, you’re next.”

“Tuathan?” asked Pyrriah as she stepped up.

“You do have the coloring for it, Mistress,” my mother moaned.

I vaguely remembered an ancient story about the Tuathan and something called a Triad. A famous group made up of two sisters and a paladin.

“So,” I said, stepping up to the wife as Pyrriah stripped naked without concern. I didn’t care. The tailor was too rotund to turn any woman on. His wife was proof of that. “We need to make sure I’m going to fit in your pussy.”

“Yes,” she whispered and swallowed. “I’ll think of a reason to get us away from my husband and—”

I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my dick. She grasped it, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing shaft. Her touch was silky. I pumped her and up and down my girth, hooking her wrist. She gasped.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Will I fit?”

“I think so,” she moaned. “I want you to.”

“Mmm, ‘I think’ just isn’t precise enough.” I glanced down at her brown fingers sliding up and down my pale dick. “Why don’t you fall to your knees. You can suck my cock into your mouth and find out if I fit.” I nudged her lust just enough for her to not care where we were.

She fell to her knees. She licked her lips and then sucked my cock into her mouth. She had such a delicious mouth. She nursed on me with hunger. She sucked with passion. I groaned at what she was doing to me. The pressure rose in me. This swelling ache that would have me cumming hard. I would be spurting into her mouth.

Her husband was calling out measurements, distracted by Pyrriah’s nudity that he didn’t notice his wife bobbing her head. She sucked with hunger. The sexy, married woman ran her tongue along the outside of my cock.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Mmm, just like that. Make sure I fit and that my cum is compatible with your pussy.”

She moaned and nodded, sucking hard.

“Did you get that measurement, Saliana?” the tailor asked.

“She’s a little busy,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in his wife’s mouth. I threw a look over my shoulder to see my sister smirking. Meanwhile, my mother had her lips locked on the daughter’s, and had the girl pinned to the wall in a display of delicious, sapphic lust. “Got her mouth and hands full with my dick.”

“I’m sorry, what?” the tailor asked as he ripped his gaze from my sister’s ripe and perfect body. “Pater’s cock!”

“Mmm, it’s my cock she’s sucking on, not Pater’s,” I said. “And she’s sucking hard.”

“Why?” gasped the tailor.

“To make sure that my dick will fit in her pussy and that my cum is just right to breed her,” I panted.