Chapter 18: Pleasing the Rakshasa Queen

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

My stomach roiled. Summoned to see the queen.

Dawn peeked through Princess Lavhi’s window. My sisters, sex slaves, and I had been up all night first taming Princess Naryu and then breaking the treacherous Princess Lavhi into a pleasure addict. She whimpered on the floor with the vibrator buzzing away in her cunt.

I didn’t want to see the queen. She was dangerous. A capricious rakshasa. My mind needed rest. I wanted to be heading back to the Treasure Box and sailing away from Ankush and Naith. I had accomplished my goal: to breed a rakshasa princess. Two, in fact. And I was even keeping them as my sex slaves.

Breeding members of the all-female reaches that my father, Las, had spawned was a goal of mine. Mermaids, lampades, and now rakshasas were down. But there were others. Werewolves in the Haunted Forest, nagas and lamia in the Empire of Shizhuth, and more. I had to go to the Empire to speak with the Serpent Oracle and find some clues on how to save my father. Along the way, I would fuck and breed as much as possible.

“Let us dress, then we’ll be heading there,” I told the servant who brought the summons.

“Hurry,” she said and bowed out of the room.

The guards glanced at Princess Lavhi lying on the floor, trembling in ecstasy. They served her. “Are you okay, Mistress?” the chief guard asked. Korvan was missing one eye, giving him a fearsome look. “Do you need help?”

“I’m wonderful,” she moaned, her gold collar about her throat. “The vibrator’s buzzing away in me. Yes, yes, yes. Master gives me pleasure.”

“Master?” Korvan asked, staring at me.

I winked at him. “Close the door. Right, Lavhi. Tell them to go.”

“Yes, yes, do it,” she moaned. “Just ... I ... Oh, that’s so good!”

She rolled onto her back, her big tits jiggling as she squirmed through her pleasure. I smiled at the rakshasa broken by pleasure. My sister Lasla looked proud of what her toy had accomplished. Then worry crossed her face.

This next part would be dangerous.

I pulled on my blue robes, my sisters their green and purple robes, while my dragon-mother her red robes. Nephi didn’t wear any clothes nor did I let the two princesses get dressed. Naryu purred as she knelt before me, ready to crawl like my kitten. Lavhi took more work to get into position.

I ripped out the vibrator. She gasped, “No, no, give it back to me! I need it!”

“Then crawl before me like your cousin,” I growled.

“Yes!” she moaned and fell into a crouch next to Naryu. “Just please, please, please put the vibrator back in my cunt, Master.”

“Will you be good and obey?” I asked.

She nodded eagerly, her black hair spilling about her dark-brown face. She looked human right now. “I will, Master. Always. Just ... please, the vibrator. I need it. My pussy is empty.”

I slammed the buzzing shaft of gold back into her cunt.

She groaned and arched her back. She wiggled her hips and then crawled forward before I even gave her a command. The end of the vibrator thrust out of her shaved pussy, her cunt aimed right at me. So was Naryu’s, both dripping wet.

“Let’s go,” I said and Naryu crawled forward to catch up with her cousin. Then she opened the door.

We swept out into the hallway. The guards stared at me with shock. I just winked at them and followed my two rakshasa-princesses. My royal sex slaves crawled down the corridor, Lavhi moaning and groaning the entire time. My sisters flanked me and my dragon-mother and Nephi followed behind us.

“This is going to be dangerous,” said Pyrriah. “We should race for the ship and get out of Naith.”

“Queen Athirmi will hunt us down if we flee, won’t she, Princess Naryu?”

“Oh, yes, my mother will not be happy. She will send every soldier and champion she has after you.”

“He’s going to seduce her,” said Lasla. She glanced at me, a pensive look on her face. “Right?”

“Do I ever fail to seduce any woman?” I asked.

“You’ve never tried to seduce a queen,” she said. “A woman who rules with more domination than you have in you.” She shifted. “I don’t mean to make that sound like an insult. You dominate perfectly, but Queen Athirmi is a tyrant. She inflicts cruelly and suffering on those who displease her.”

“Mmm, she does,” Naryu said. “You must be careful around my mother. Guard what you say. She will seek to gain any advantage she can while denying you anything to use against her.”

“I’ll be careful,” I said as we moved through the red brick hallways.

There were more servants now that the Ziggurat was waking up. Not the royal rakshasas, but their minions scurrying about. Some were bringing in trays of food. Others looked exhausted like they had been up all night satiating their mistress’s pleasures.

They all gasped at the two rakshasa-princesses crawling before me. Then they stared at me. Whispers echoed behind me. I loved the attention. Everyone here knew what I’d done. They would tell stories about me.

The man who collared two rakshasa-princesses, one the queen’s own daughter

We climbed stairs and ascended several floors. I hoped it wasn’t a mistake to have tamed the two princesses. I could have just bred them and left the city before I was summoned to the queen. But I wanted to have some pets, especially after Princess Lavhi had tried to manipulate me.

The path led us outside the Ziggurat onto a terrace that faced the east. The sun was rising over the city, the golden disk already a dozen finger’s width from the horizon. The days heat swelled but the cooling wind blew up here, unlike down in the stifling warrens of the city. Ankush sprawled around the Ziggurat, a maze of streets, the vast majority of buildings made of white stone.

The terrace led to a set of stairs that climb up to the peak. From here, it was clear that the top level of the Ziggurat was open to the sky. Queen Athirmi must like her view. I swallowed as I followed the princess-slaves as they ascended the stairs. My sandal-clad feet smacked on the black rocks as I marched up after them.

My gaze crested the top of the stairs and swept over the room, a series of columns supporting the pinnacle of the Ziggurat above her head It was larger than I thought, reminding me just how immense the Ziggurat was. A mature and beautiful woman sat on the throne, her legs crossed. She wore diaphanous robes of purple trimmed in gold, her lush body peeking through. The familiarity to Naryu was there in the features, my slave just blossoming while her mother had become a perfect flower.

Unsurprising, she wasn’t alone. Two centaurs flanked her throne. I had heard of legends of the creatures. An all-male race birthed by Las. These two were similar in shape and build, their human torsos muscular and strong, but were otherwise different in appearance. One had a beige coat and pale-olive skin, his black hair and beard thick and curly. He had a sword hanging from his waist. The other had ebony skin that flowed into a midnight-black hide. He held a spear, his eyes hard.

Kneeling before the throne were three figures. On the right side were a pair of twin sisters, naked and cuddled together with obvious intimacy. Both had orange hair and green eyes while their skin was the same pale-olive eyes as the centaur with the sword. Their eyes were shaped like almonds, too, their faces young and with a vixenish quality to them. Hungry and playful. The other was a lamia. I could tail by the cat ears thrusting out of her black hair and the tail swishing behind her. She had a gold collar about her neck that the queen held in an idle hand.

Leaning in the shadow of a column, was a pale-skinned woman. She was hard to read, only the form of her figure easy to make out. She watched with eyes that made me shiver. I ignored her and turned to the last two figures standing behind the throne.

Both were warriors. One had the gnarled build of a troll. I was shocked to see one of those brutal monsters here. He had long arms, hide like bark covering his body. Beside him was a tall and swarthy woman with a muscular build and big breasts. She wore only a kilt, her body gleaming with oil. She had bone piercings thrust through her nipples.

An orc. Like my hero, Thrak.

The two princess-slaves and pressed their faces lower, though Lavhi moaned and whimpered, the vibrator buzzing away. I felt the queen’s eyes on me. I knelt on one knee, my sisters following suit.

“You summoned me, Your Majesty,” I said, staring at Queen Athirmi with hunger.

“Indeed,” she said, her fingers drumming on the armrests of her throne. “I am greatly intrigued by what you’ve down, Kurtis.”

“I am honored to receive your attention,” I said, rising to stand before her.

“I am curious why you have traveled to my city,” she said. “It is not the destination of those who do not have goods to sell or buy. Outsiders do not come for a visit.”

“Isn’t it enough that I wanted to enjoy the pleasures of your city?” I asked. “After all, your daughter and niece are exquisite.”

“I can see that,” she said, staring at them. “You are a bold man to try to collar one rakshasa let alone two.” Her lips pursed in tight. “And now you’re here before me. Are you plotting how to collar me?”

“Of course not,” I said. “The two princesses are enough souvenirs of Ankush for me. It’s time for me to move on.”

“That is wise that you do not risk my enmity.” She stared at me, her fingers drumming louder. The sound echoed through the throne room. You’d think it was just me and her from how quiet it was.

“I would never risk that, Your Majesty,” I said.

“Mmm,” she said. “Still, I wonder if that is all you are here for. Just two tame two princesses and, what, leave?”

I shrugged.

“Where will you go next?” She shifted on her throne. “I am curious where a man like you would choose to travel. I understand your ship, the Treasure Box, waits in the harbor. Normally, that vessel comes to this city to trade. However, they’ve done precious little of that as they wait on you. Where do you need the ship to take you?”

“The Shizhuth Empire,” you say nonchalantly.

The lamia hisses in shock. The twins stared at me. I heard one of the centaurs snort in disgust.

“The naga empire...” purred Queen Athirmi. “Why?”

I hesitated for a second. Then, what did keeping it secret matter? “To see the Serpent Oracle.”

Queen Athirmi leaned back, her large breasts jiggling beneath her diaphanous robe. She recrossed her silky legs while something glints in her eyes. Her tongue flicks feline across her lips. “That’s bold, Kurtis.”

I shrugged.

“And dangerous to go there.”

I put my hands on the heads of the two rakshasa princesses. I scratched them, both of them purring. “It was dangerous to come here. But I didn’t mind taking risks to get what I want.”

The queen’s eyes slid over my other women. “Still, the nagas are not nearly as welcoming to outsiders as I am.” A dangerous smile spread on her lips. “And I am sure you can tell how friendly we are.”

That would be a problem.

“The naga are xenophobic and close-minded. And if they lean you have two collared rakshasas, one of them my daughter, well ... What shall they think of you allying with their enemy.”

“Enemy?” I asked. Why would they be enemies? They didn’t even share a border. Weren’t even on the same landmass. We were on an island continent while Shizhuth dominated the eastern end of the northern continent, or so I had seen from studying the charts on the Treasure Box.

“You don’t know?” Queen Athirmi asked. “Why, economics.”

“That’s ... trade, right?” I had learned that people outside of the island where I’d grown up were obsessed with trading bits of gold, silver, and copper. They seemed to think this was worth something. It was useless. Sure, it was pretty, but it wouldn’t feed or clothe you.

“Slaves are such a necessary parts of both our nations’ economies,” the queen said. She glanced won’t at the twins and the lamia kneeling before her throne. “And there are only so many of them in the world.”

“I see,” my voice flat. I found the taking and trading of slaves to be abhorrent. It wasn’t like dominating a woman and making her into your sex slave. They had to surrender to it willingly. These slaves were stolen from homes by force, beaten, broken, twisted. It was barbaric.

“Privateers from both our nations sail the seas looking for the opportunity to take from the other.” Queen Athirmi continued. “Our ships war. It’s not an official one, but it still is sanctioned by both myself and the empress. And then there is the matter of the Oracle. The empress has her scaled tail coiled tight around her Serpent Oracle. She is a jealous naga.”

“Well, I’m sure I can lose those coils,” I said and gave her a roguish wink.

She arched an eyebrow and straightened even more in her throne. “My, my, what a bold one. You are confident you can seduce the Empress of Shizhuth.”

“Of course,” I said without a hint of doubt. I stepped forward, grinning at her. “After all, I’m seducing you, Your Majesty.”

She squeezed her thighs tighter and purred, “Are you?”

I grinned as I stopped right before her throne. I could feel the lust stirring in her. It had been building since I had stepped before her. No, no, she had an itch in her that led her to summon me after she heard about my actions.

“And just how do you plan on doing that,” she purred, amusement in her voices. “You think that I’ll swoon like my daughter and niece? That I will succumb and be collared.”

“I told you,” I said. “I have no plans of collaring you. But fucking your hard, well, that is something I’m eager to do.”

“You haven’t convinced me.”

“Because I haven’t made you cum,” I declared and then fell to my knees before her. “Your Majesty, enjoy.”

I pressed her thighs apart. She didn’t resist. Her thin robes rustled. They were nearly open, only loosely held close by a cloth belt. The scent of her sweet twat filled my nose. It was a stimulating and intoxicating aroma.

Beside me, the lamia and the twins shifted. They stared at me with shocked interest. I could feel everyone looking at me. I smiled as I pushed her thighs further apart and stared at the queen’s royal cunt adorned by a thick bush of black hair.

I glanced at the twins with their slanted eyes and fiery hair. “Suckle on your mistress’s breasts.”

My command, pushed with a touch of my sexual power, had the twins half-rising before they froze and glanced at Queen Athirmi. They swallowed, their bodies pressing tighter together as fear appeared in their eyes.

“You may obey him,” said the queen, and then she opened her robes. “He thinks to show me something I’ve never experienced before.

“Oh, you’ve experienced it,” I said, shrugging. “I just know you’ll love what I give you.”

The two twins rose, one walking behind me. They perched on the throne’s wide armrests and ducked their head downs. Queen Athirmi’s breasts, the same swarthy hue as the rest of her, were large and pillowy. She had a mature figure, a woman in her prime.

The twins grabbed their mistress’s tits and leaned down. They latched on and suckled with hunger. Their hips wiggled back and forth as they did. They had fiery bushes that beaded with dewdrops.

I grinned and left them to their suckling. Queen Athirmi let out a throaty purr that turned into a gasp as I nuzzled into her bush and found the lips of her pussy. I licked at the folds of her tangy twat, and enjoyed a flavor similar to her daughter’s.

My tongue fluttered up and down the queen’s snatch. She yowled and whimpered as I feasted on her. I licked with hunger, my tongue sliding through her thick folds. Her silky bush rubbed on my face. Her thighs squeezed about my head, holding me to her cunt.

I thrust my tongue into the queen’s pussy. I wasn’t here to dominate the queen—the risks were too great—but to let her allow me to leave the Ziggurat. I would suffuse her with passion. I would make her gasp and yowl and cum. She would be buzzing with so much joy, she would allow me to depart with my conquests.

Her news about Shizhuth, though, was disturbing.

I ignored those fears. I had a queen to make cum. I needed her gasping and moaning. I wanted her crying out in ecstasy. I thrust my tongue to the hilt in her cunt. I swirled around in her. I caressed her with hunger.

She whimpered and moaned, her passion echoing through the throne room. I loved the sounds she made as I licked at her. My tongue darted around her folds. She quivered through the pleasure that I delivered to her. Her juices grew hotter and hotter.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she yowled. “Pater’s cock, you are a dangerous man.”

“I know,” I growled and fluttered my tongue up her folds to her clit.

“So dangerous,” she groaned as I caressed her bud with my tongue.

I danced around her pearl then I sucked on clit. She gasped and moaned, her thighs squeezing tighter about my head. Her orgasm built in her. It had to be a stronger one, though. It had to explode through her.

I thrust three of my fingers into her cunt.

The rakshasa-queen gasped as my fingers penetrated her royal pussy. I thrust my digits in and out of her snatch while I suckled on her clit. She yowled and growled as I nursed on her bud. I sucked on her with hunger.

“Mmm, Kurtis!” she growled. “Gods, that’s it. You are bold. I like that.”

“You want to see bold?” I asked and then curled my fingers in her cunt.

I suckled on my clit as I searched for that very special spot in a woman’s pussy. That place that when you massaged it made a woman explode. I needed that from the queen. My instincts guided me right to the place.

Her pussy clenched down on me as I massaged that spot. I rubbed my fingers up and down that naughty spot, wanting to make her gasp and moan. She would cry out with such sweet release once I was done with her.

Queen Athirmi squeezed her thighs tight about my head. She held me to her and humped against me. Her moans grew louder and louder. Then her head blurred. Fur sprouted. Her true visage appeared, the proud tiger’s head.

She roared her passion as her orgasm built and built. I rubbed at her special spot and suckled on her clit. Her pussy clamped down hard on my digits. Her entire body quivered with her impending passion.

I knew this was it.

“KURTIS!” roared the Queen of Naith.

She came.

Her pussy convulsed around my digits. I abandoned her clit to lick up the tangy flood. I felt the detonation of bliss bursting through her. The rapture swept through her body. My dick throbbed in my robe as she tossed her feline head.

“Kurtis,” she growled, my name distorted by her inhuman jaw.

I kept licking and lapping up her cream. I savored the flavor of her juices flowing down my throat. They ran down my chin, too. It was an incredible treat. A magnificent delight. I groaned, drinking down the flood of her passion.

“Oh, Kurtis,” she growled as her orgasm hit its peak. “Oh, that’s good. That’s so good. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Your welcome, Your Majesty,” I growled, pulling my fingers out of her snatch.

“Mmm, your tongue was amazing, but your fingers...” She stared at me with her feline eyes. She licked her chops, whiskers twisting. “Stand up and strip naked. Let me see you.”

I grinned at her and rose. I unknotted the belt holding close my robe, my hard cock popping out. I slid out of the garment and stood tall and muscled before her. She flicked her eye sup and down my cock and then paused at my girth.

A shiver ran through her.

She glanced at the centaurs then back at my dick. It was clear that, besides those two, she had never seen a cock as big as mine. Her whiskers twitched with more excitement while the twins kept suckling at her tits.

“Stop nursing,” she commanded.

The twins slid off her armrest and knelt down before her. The lamia stared at my dick with hunger in her eyes. She licked her lips, her tail twitching back and forth. I had planned on fucking a lamia in the Shizhuth Empire, maybe even keeping one.