The Son of Lust Chapter 18: Pleasing the Rakshasa Queen

The Son of Lust

Chapter Eighteen: Pleasing the Rakshasa Queen

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

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.