#rakshasa boyfriend

[monsterbachelors]

The Three Don'ts of Sabertooth Brewing

[contains semi-public sex + fem!reader]

SUMMARY: You visit Yanu at work on a slow night. One thing leads to another and just when things get exciting, something both unpleasant and unexpected forces you to take a rain check on back-alley romps.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2k

A smile brightens your face when you see the Sabertooth Brewing sign from across the street. The venue doesn’t look like an appropriate place for a young lady without nefarious motives but at the same time, the entirety of the Copper Valley district doesn’t appear so. Nonetheless, you couldn’t think of a safer place to be. Whatever turf wars the former copper miners lead, they all agreed to omit Yanu and his business. It reached the point where some locals called the bar “the embassy” as it’s the only neutral ground in the neighbourhood.

The rough-looking miners curtly nod at you as you walk past them. A cloud of smoke and soot surrounds the two men. They always stand near the entrance of the locale but never go inside. Smoking one cigarette after another, their job must be to ensure that Yanu stays largely unbothered by the conflicts of Copper Valley. So far, they’ve been excellent at doing their duties.

You giggle quietly as you read the sign hanging on the front door:

Don’t: - fight - spill drinks - ask Q’rill to make a mojito

A bell chimes when you push the door open. Low, yellow lights make the interior look cosy. Conversations held by the patrons sitting in booths and around small tables are drowned out by a trio playing a familiar swing tune. The smell of cigarette smoke fills your lungs and sticks to your clothes. Two waiters weave between tables and clients, faux joy plastered to their faces. One of them notices you - she gives you a quick wave and nods towards the long bar counter.

Although he is surrounded by bottles filled with colourful drinks, it’s impossible to overlook Yanu. Maybe it’s a general rule or perhaps it’s just your fatal affliction. He’s wearing a shirt, a vest and a pair of tailored pants - exactly what one would expect a bartender to wear. Seemingly lost in thought, he’s just wiping some glasses but still, there is something unspeakably captivating about him. An aura that paints him as extraordinary and not just the way he is.

Yanu must notice you approaching out of the corner of his eye. When his gaze meets yours, his expression immediately changes. The deep, pink scar across his blind right eye gives the rakshasa a certain edge but even that isn’t enough to hide the pure adoration painted all over his face. His blue iris stares at you lovingly until a shadow of mischief dances across Yanu’s features.

“My, my, I don’t recall having an appointment with a princess,” he speaks with pretend surprise.

“Princesses don’t make appointments,” you answer casually. Sitting on the high bar stool, you’re still significantly shorter than the rakshasa behind the counter. “They just show up when they want to.”

He chuckles in a low voice. “Gods bless them for that.”

Yanu leans on his forearms on the counter and hangs his head to let you kiss his cheek. Round, furry ears adorned with silver jewellery flutter as they brush against your hair. It tickles when his whiskers touch your face. 

Feeling his breath against your skin, you don’t have to speak loudly. “I hope I’m not interrupting you.”

“You,” he points an accusatory finger at you, “interrupt my every coherent thought but I’ve learnt to enjoy that.”

Suddenly, your face gets hot. “I’m being serious, Yanu,” you say through flustered giggles. Even after all this time, it’s beyond easy for him to make you giddy.

“Likewise.” He winks at you before standing up straight. “So how can I spoil a princess’s palate?”

“Hm… I feel like elderberry.”

“Drunk all the time, feeling fine on elderberry wine*,” he sings while looking around for ingredients. The idea for a cocktail comes to him in an instant as befits a true connoisseur.

Yanu appears to be in a trance as he pours and mixes lemonade, vodka, St-Germain and some thyme. Every action is quick and decisive but never careless. Similarly, you are in a sort of trance, too - watching his white shirt and elegant black vest strain around the muscles of his arms. One day the seams of the garments might just let go but say, would it really be so bad?

The rakshasa pours elderflower syrup into the shaker. With a swift flick of his wrist, the shaker with your cocktail-to-be flips in the air. The metal cup makes a full circle only to be caught again by his hand, its content poured into a square drinking glass.

He looks at you in anticipation. Satisfaction is written all over his face. “Pretty nice, right?”

But you’re in a bantering mood tonight. Not letting him see how in awe you truly are, you only raise your eyebrows. “You have huge arms. It would be more impressive if you dropped that.”

Yanu sighs dramatically. He shakes his head and crosses his arms across his chest. If it wasn’t for the glimmer of amusement in his good eye, you’d think he’s genuinely upset. “And here I thought that a lowlife like me could impress a princess.”

“Well…” you ponder for a moment, “there are a few things you could do with your hands that would be impressive.”

Something changes about his demeanour. The amusement stayed but now it is joined by some darkness that leaves an aftertaste of chocolates with brandy - warming and rejuvenatingly bittersweet.

“Really?” he asks in a low voice. His blue eye is watching you intensely, almost looking through you. “Pray tell, what do you have in mind?”

Perhaps there’s some perversion to it but you enjoy leaving his question unanswered for a while. Slowly, you sip on the drink, silently enjoying the perfectly balanced flavours. Not too sweet, not too sour. A true testimony of how well Yanu knows you. That passionate gaze of his never once leaves you, catching even the smallest of movements. A predator or a lover? - how similar these two can be.

“A princess shouldn’t be saying such things out loud,” you finally say.

Yanu leans on his arms against the bar counter. With each exhale, his warm breath gently brushes against your face. There’s some intensity hidden under his casual demeanour as though if you were to play your cards right, he might just cause scandalous immodesty in full view of the clients.

“Will she share them away from prying ears?” More than a question, it’s a suggestion. One that you have neither the will nor the want to reject.

Feigning innocence, you shrug your shoulders. “Perhaps.”

The rakshasa only chuckles. He stands up straight and calls out to someone:

“Hey, Q’rill! Watch the bar for me for a bit, eh?”

The drow, equally well-dressed as Yanu, doesn’t even look your way. Still cutting a lemon into pieces, he answers in a heavy accent, “Got you, boss.”

Not waiting for a sign or a word of encouragement, you get off the stool and walk towards the closer end of the counter. Ever the gentleman, Yanu lifts the wooden part, letting you go behind the bar. But that’s not where the two of you are headed - you follow him through the back of the brewery, only to leave through the staff door.

The alley is dark and narrow. Something rattles in the skip filled with trash, probably a rat or two. In the distance, far away from where you’re standing, cars drive by every now and again. Muffled swing music played by the trio inside the bar sounds like an ambience of a faraway world.

Yanu pushes you against the wall. He’s towering over you - if he so wished, he could effortlessly throw you over his shoulder and carry off.  The bricks are cold against your back but soon you find them refreshing when compared to the warmth beaming from the rakshasa. His rough tongue slowly licks the side of your neck. It’s strange, tickling and absolutely delightful. 

One of his hands lifts your leg, resting your knee against his hips. Lustful greediness has him grabbing and groping whatever part of your thigh and ass.

Just when a pleased sigh leaves your lips, Yanu stops licking your neck and nuzzles it instead.

“So how can I impress my princess?” he purrs into your ear. 

He’s not waiting for an answer - not really. Not when you feel his clothed erection grinding against your groin. You can almost feel your arousal dripping down your legs.

Yanu’s other hand slides into your underwear. His fingers, thick and furry, sensually rub your clit in circles. Breath hitches in your throat. “Would this impress her?” he asks.

“Maybe,” you manage to say between whimpers.

The rakshasa only hums in response. It’s hard to say whether your answer satisfies him.

A loud moan escapes your lips as Yanu easily slips his fingers inside your pussy. The stretch is already more than enough for you. Slow strokes have him reaching deliciously deep inside you.

“You look so pretty like this, princess.”

Looking for support, your hands grab his shoulders. It feels as though your abdomen is suddenly set on fire, your coherent thoughts swimming away and turning into static, if not disappearing completely. There is only Yanu, his quiet groans against your neck and his thick fingers hitting that perfect spot.

“Faster, please,” you squeal.

With utmost pleasure, he obliges immediately. It feels so good you could scream but not a sound leaves your agape mouth. If you weren’t so lost in your pleasure, maybe you’d notice your legs quivering. Your grip on his shoulders only tightens, earning a chuckle from him.

“My princess is going to come?” Yanu coos.

No answer comes from you, only another pathetic moan. Desperate to orgasm, you begin rubbing your clit. It’s “allowed” in these extraordinary circumstances. No doubt Yanu’s “I live to please you” attitude will come back behind closed doors and between the white sheets of your bed.

Your vagina is clenching around his relentlessly thrusting fingers, your whole body begins shaking. A cry gets stuck in your throat. The wave of pleasure, the climax he so eagerly gives you, washes over you more like a tsunami than a wave. It drowns out your thoughts, your breathing, your strength. Fortunately, Yanu has a tight grip around your leg, keeping you standing straight. He’s still sliding in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Finally, he slips his fingers out of you. You’re about to say something, thank him or praise him, when a loud crash resounds from inside the bar. Someone’s yelling but the voice is too muffled for either of you to understand what’s the matter.

Yanu and you exchange a look of both confusion and worry. Then, as though lovers know something akin to telepathy, the two of you chuckle.

“Mojito,” you say simultaneously.

When your laughter, contrary to the row next door, dies down, you let out a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to postpone our little escapade.” 

Yanu brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s a cheeky man, staring right into your eyes while doing something so indecent. “I’m fine with that,” comes the answer.

But you can play that game, too.

Low groan rumbles inside his chest when your hand teasingly rubs his prominent bulge. He clenches his fists, doing his utmost best to keep himself collected. You could so easily make him fail at that…

“Are you, though?” you ask with faux innocence.

Although you’ve just had a great orgasm, you can feel your pussy throbbing again. As your mind wanders for a second or two, pondering possibilities, your mouth starts watering.

Yanu firmly grabs the wrist of your hand caressing his crotch. Keeping you in place, he grinds against your palm. Through clenched teeth, he growls into your ear.

“I’m a big boy,” the rakshasa purrs. “I can wait a few hours.”

“I know you’re big, boy,” you retort in an equally sultry voice. “I’ll see you home.”

In a loving gesture, he nuzzles against your neck one last time. “Don’t stray.”

After that, he watches you walk away. Only when you disappear behind the corner does he go back inside the bar. As much as he likes Q’rill, he’d much rather go back home with you.

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*Lyrics from "Elderberry wine" by Elton John. A bit of an anachronism, yes, but a damn good song.

If you see any books, plays, movies, paintings or songs mentioned, it's most probably something very close to my heart :)

I'm also a complete greenhorn in writing smut, so bear with me as I learn on the go.

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[rednotebooksworld]

New House, Our House

male feline rakshasa (lukas)/fem!human!reader

NSFW drabble

contains: established relationship, unprotected s*x, biting kink (blood mentioned), oral s*x female receiving), fingering, non-human genitalia

Summary: you and Lukas move in together, protective sexy times ensue

A/n: this about to be shit, I’m sorry 😭

~***~

His tongue was rough against your skin as he licked a stripe up your neck. A gentle moan slipped through you lips from pleasure. A few seconds later you gasped when Lukas bit down onto your neck when he let go your blood seeped through the bite he left. He licked the blood away as you brushed you fingers through his fur.

“Kitty~,” You whimpered out.

He took his face out the crook of your neck, his yellow-green eyes looked at you, they were full of lust and desire though full of love for you.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice was husky and deep, it wasn’t his usual playful and boyish sounding voice.

“A bit. I didn’t know you were going to do that. Or that you bite for that matter.” You said to him.

Lukas hummed in response, his tail flicked around it brushing your bare leg. He kissed your neck, you could here him purr as his chest rumbled as he pressed against yours. He licked your neck again, then looked back up at you.

“Then let’s try something else~.” He purred as Lukas rubbed at your clit.

You moaned as a wave of pleasure rushed over you, you felt yourself tingle from excitement that your body was feeling. Being with Lukas made you feel on top of the world. You’ve made love before but this felt different. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you are living together now and Lukas wanted to take advantage of that fact though you didn’t mind. It felt good.

“Ah~! Faster, Lu~.” You moaned.

You hear him growl as his head went between your legs removing his fingers much to your dismay until he licked a strip up your pussy, his nose bumping your clit in the process. You tugged at his fur as you moaned, vibrations going through you as Lukas hummed in pleasure from you, pulling and tugging at his fur. He rubbed the the inside of your thigh, squeezing them a bit as he did so.

As he continued to lick and suck at your pussy, his tail curled around your ankle, his barbed cock was hard as it poked your thigh. He pulled away from your pussy. Your hole clenched, missing his tongue. You whimpered.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Lukas whispered. “I’ll replace my tongue with something better~.” He purred.

He moved to line up with your entrance, he kissed you, this time it was more passionate than lust fulled. He pulled away to look at you, caressing your cheek with his fur-covered paw then he pushed into you. You cried out in pleasure as your through your head back, one hand gripping the sheets on the bed and the other gripping his shoulder.

After waiting for a bit for you to adjust to him, Lukas started thrusting in and out first at a slow pace but then he quickened his pace, pounding into your pussy, growling as he grunted from pleasure as you moaned sweetly from under him.

“Ah~! So good~! Lukas~!” He smiled hearing his name mewl lewdly from your mouth that purrs rumbled in his chest burying his face in your neck as kept his fast pace, thrusting into as he bit your shoulder. You groaned from the pain though you felt it added to the pleasure as you felt your stomach knot feeling your climax edging closer.

“Mmm~! I’m-I’m cumming~! Ah!” You exclaimed to him.

“M-Me too~.” He purred lowly.

As soon as you came, Lukas wasn’t far behind you as he pulled out and he came on your stomach and breasts as you were breathing heavily. He licked your cheek and your shoulder.

“I love you, babe.” He whispered into your ear. He smiled as his tail that uncurled itself from your ankle, swished around happily like a dog. You smiled back, reaching up to pet his cheek.

“I love you, Lu.”

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[momolady]

Mancini the Pink Rakshasa

This is a very special story, featuring a very unique romantic lead. Inspired by the classic Pink Panther cartoons and a little bit of con artists, we have Mancini, a remarkable jewel thief and charmer.

Female Reader (cis) x Male Monster (trans)

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His voice on the other end of the line was exactly what I needed to hear. I’d just quit my dream job and had been sitting in my own filth for a week. The phone rang to some strange number, and I almost cried when he spoke those magic words to me.

“I need your help.”

I hadn’t seen him in years, not since I wanted to take fashion seriously. We’d parted amicably but I still felt tension whenever I thought about him and what he could possibly be doing. Now, as I waited for him that crowded little cafe, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he had in store for me.

“Can I take your order?”

The waiter approached just as my phone chimed with a message. “I’m still waiting for my friend to show up. I will take some more water though.”

“Just a friend?” The waiter’s voice took on a much more sultry tone. “Is that all they are?”

I looked up from my phone and into those striking yellow eyes. He was dressed in a waiter’s uniform and holding a tray in his hand. He swept the tray down to me, presenting me with a bouquet of flowers.

“It’s been a while, my little jewel,” he said. “I’m glad to see you’ve grown your hair out. It suits you.”

I was still in awe of his talent in presentation. I took the bouquet with a big grin and watched as he took a seat before me. “You haven’t changed at all, Mancini.” Which was, shockingly true. I’d know Mancini for ages, and all the time I had known him he had dyed himself a spectacular shade of pink. As a panther Raksahsa being born with albinism, he felt if he was going to stand out, then he really wanted to stand out.

Mancini smirked and leaned forward on the table with his elbows. “I wanted you to recognize me after all these years. So tell me, how are you?”

“I’ve been better.” I’ve forced it out rather than lying and saying ‘fine’. Mancini would have known I was lying and pressed further anyways.

His brow pinched. “What’s wrong. I thought you sounded strange on the phone.”

I had left him long ago in order to pursue a career I no longer had. Confessing this felt like an utter failure.

“Did someone assume your named was pronounced ‘bitch’ again?”

I shook my head. “No, no, that’s something I can get over. It’s that I uhm...I quit my job last week.”

His eyes widened. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.” I laid the bouquet down on the table. “It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“Let me guess.” Mancini opened up his top which removed the waiter uniform to a stunning green velvet blazer. “An old paramour stole your ideas, and now your former fashion house is claiming the two of you are still together and you’re selling their designs to her?”

My jaw hung open.

Mancini smirked proudly and gave me a wink. “How did I do?”

“You got it!” I gasped.

He chuckled and flicked the gold hoop in his ear. “I thought as much. So, how about we go back to your place and finish catching up?”

You furrowed your brow. “Then why did you have me come here?”

“So I could fill your apartment with gifts.” he stood up and offered his hand out to me. “I had to surprise you after all this time.”

I felt near tears as I took his hand. It had been so long, and I had denied how much I missed him. As soon as I stood, Mancini wrapped me in a firm embrace. “I’m glad we’re no longer strangers, my little gemstone.”

I took in a deep breath, smelling that same old cologne and I felt at home. “Me too.”

Back home, I found much of my old furniture had been replaced, and yet, everything was how I left it. “There we go!” Mancini took a seat on the new sofa. “I thought you deserve an upgrade.”

I frowned as I hung up my coat. “You didn’t need to do that. And how long have you been watching me?”

Mancini grinned and patted the seat beside him. “Come sit, I’ll regale you with tales of all my heroic antics.”

“Antics maybe.” I sat beside him and was very pleased with the comfort of the new sofa. “But heroic might be a stretch.”

“Bich Ngoc, how dare you?” You chuckled. He placed an arm on the back of the sofa and leaned in close to me. “You do not think of me as your Robin Hood anymore?”

I smirked back. “I never thought of you as Robin Hood. You’re a Selina Kyle, a Carmen sandiego, but a Robin Hood you are not.”

Mancini pouted but kept getting closer. “You always kept me in line. I need that again.” His hand rested upon my knee.

I cast my eyes upon that hand, watching it pushing against the fabric of my skirt. “All you have to do is ask me, why are you dancing around so much?”

“Because that’s not fun.” His hand stopped for a moment. “I would like you help coming up with some disguises, some costumes, maybe even a faux line of clothing.”

I clicked my tongue. “What’s all this for?”

“The same little rat bastard who stole your ideas and got you exiled has something I’ve got my eye on.” His hand continued trailing up my thigh. “When I started researching her I realized the two of you had a little bit of a past, and quite a present I might add.”

“You knew Ving stole my ideas?”

“She has an old sketchbook of yours.” Mancini’s hand was no under my skirt and on my thigh. “She also had some old pictures of you.”

I grimaced at that thought.

“You never gave me pictures.” His hand gripped my thigh and my breath was taken. “So I had to keep them.”

“You stole pictures?” I scoffed.

Mancini was close enough that he could lick my lips and he pressed his face against my neck, moaning and kissing as his hand slid about my thigh. I pressed my hand against his chest, but adjusted my hair so it didn’t get into my mouth.

“She didn’t deserve them,” he growled against my shoulder. “But I do find it funny she kept such things.”

I moaned as his hand slid between both thighs. “And why would you want to keep them?”

“Because I never stopped wanting.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and I did have to push him back. I plucked his hand from between my thighs and stood up.

“I need a drink. Do you want anything?” I huffed and smoothed down my skirt.

Mancini’s face took on a horrible pout. “There’s champagne chilling in the kitchen. I was going to serve you that after we reunited successfully.”

I saw the spread in the kitchen which included fancy cupcakes and  tarts, various sugary confections Mancini loved more than anything. I plucked the champagne from the ice and looked it over.

“And what does that mean?” I asked.

Mancini appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Mean I intended to eat that beautiful pussy of yours until you fainted and then needed champagne to regain yourself.” He snatched the bottle from my hands. “Maybe you would have even tasted me a little as well,” he purred.

I sighed and let a smile shine through. “What are you trying to steal from Ving?”

“Oh, you’re no fun!” He chucked the campagne back into the ice bucket. “She’s been given this necklace for her newest show. It’s a fancy little dangly thing called the Jaguar’s Kiss.”

My brow pinched. “We’ve been trying to get that for every show we’ve had since I started working at Palais. How did she get it?”

“She did a few things in order to get it. Mostly bribe money, not to mention the lady who owns it will be starring in her show, wearing it mind you.”

“That old buzzard?” I scoffed.

“Now, now, little gemstone, it’s not nice of you to judge one’s appearance.” Mancini put an arm around me and pulled me in close. “No matter how old they are.”

“She’s an awful person, she dug up a graveyard to-”

“Yes, yes, I know.” Mancini let me go and went for one of the sweets on the counter. “Ving is taking offers on bringing in news designers. Which is why I need you. Plus, adding revenge to the scheme makes it so much more fun.”

I sighed and fidgeted with my hair. “Is that why you’re asking me back?”

Mancini held up a finger while he bit into a cupcake. “I’m asking you back because I miss you. Plus, she fucked you over. It’s not your revenge I am talking about, it’s my own.”

“You’re revenge?”

He nodded, licking icing from his lips. “I have my reasons.” He then smirked and dove in, stealing another kiss. “Come back, Bich, and I promise that you will not forget it.”

I smoothed my hand down his chest, tasting caramel icing on my lips. “I don’t have anything else going on.”

“Wonderful!” Mancini took the champagne back and popped the cork, sending a spray of foam everywhere. “Then we shall celebrate after all!”

I began working right away, designing several disguises for Mancini as well as working on creating a fashion line for his ruse. He helped me with some designs so they did not look like all my other works.

I was measuring him one day, noticing the scars along his chest from his top surgery. It made me think back to when he first had it done and I had taken care of him while he healed. He had been such a whiny baby.

“I’ve been working out,” Mancini teased.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I am doing right now.”

Mancini flexed his arms and back while I tried to take shoulder measurements. “Do you like what you see though?”

“How old are you again?”

He chuckled jovially and rubbed his jaw. “I think I look much better than when we were last together.”

“You look like you always did to me,” I huffed as I attempted a shoulder measurement again. “But yes, you’re much more handsome and rakish than ever before.” I fed into his ego if only to get him to stand still.

“Have you seen my butt yet?”

I pinched his ear and brought him down to my level. “Yes, you're a tall, sculpted Adonis. Now stand the heck still!”

He stood up as soon as I released him and he rubbed his ear. “You don’t have to be mean about it.”

“I’m trying to get this all done in time. I can admire whatever you want when I don’t have so much to do.” I slipped my arms around his waist to get a measurement there.

“That tickles,” he giggled.

I smiled to myself. “Well that’s not changed.”

“Are you at least happy to see me?” He murmured.

“What brings this on?” I wrote down his measurements for later.

Mancini turned around. “Are you?” He looked at me with golden kitten eyes and I melted a little.

I sighed and set my things aside. “Of course I am.”

“Working in fashion has made you too serious. You were never Miranda Priestly.” Mancini reached out, tucking my hair behind my ear then smoothing his fingers along my jaw in a very seductive manner. “What happened?”

“Just that,” I huffed. “I worked in fashion for years. I’ve had to take things seriously to get where I am...was-”

Mancini put his hands upon my shoulders. “Then let me devour you until you violently quiver with an orgsam.”

I grumbled under my breath. “Stop that!”

“Oh fine!” He huffed. “But that offer always stands.”

I went to work right away making the garments. I started with Mancini’s disguises so he could go ahead and begin wooing Ving. Ving enjoyed anyone attractive, so I knew she’d love Mancini right away. Back when I first started designing, she had taken me under her wing and we began an affair while I tried breaking into the fashion scene. She was extremely charming, but she could be vicious too. She was a hunter in every sense of the word, and sending Mancini out to her made me a touch nervous.

After his first few visits with her, he was feeling jubilant in his scheme. Bit by bit he was working into her trust, and hopefully, he would earn a spot on her team so he could get closer to the Jaguar’s Kiss.

“She’s very handsy,” Mancini said. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“It’s what she does.” I was bent over my sewing machine, piecing a cocktail dress together.

“She wanted us to go skinny dip in her pool, then she kept offering me massages-”

I accidentally pushed a bit too hard on the fabric and placed a stitch crooked and bunched. Mancini looked at me as I pulled it out to inspect it.

“I didn’t accept either offer, of course.”

I frowned as I took out my seam ripper.

Mancini leaned over me. “I don’t like her that way.”

“Good!” I huffed. The seam ripper jabbed into my hand and I ripped it back, bringing the puncture wound to my lips and I tasted blood.

“Give it here.” Mancini took my hand, kissing it softly. “I only have one person’s touch on my mind.” He made me stand up and go to the kitchen where he washed the wound. He then placed a bandage upon it and kissed it again.

“You need a break. You’ve been on that machine for days now.” He swept me off my feet, literally knocking them out from under me and picking me up in his arms. “I won’t hera another word.”

“Wait, not now!” I grouched as he carried me to my bedroom. “Mancini, I’m busy-”

“Working for me.” he took off my shoes and tugged at my leggings. “And as your boss, I am telling you to stop right this instant.” He yanked my leggings off and smiled at this minor triumph.

I scoffed and placed a pillow over my face. “What are you doing now?”

“Making you relax.” His hands kneaded into my feet. “How’s this?”

“Fine,” I grumbled.

Mancini continued rubbing my feet. Moving his hands up to my calves. “She’s really not my type at all. I have no interest in her.”

“What?” I grumbled.

“I was just letting you know I don’t like Ving. Since you seemed jealous.”

I tossed the pillow aside and sat up. “What makes you think I’m jealous?”

Mancini smirked at me and I realized he’d gotten exactly what he wanted. He let go of my leg and leaned in close to me. I turned my head to escape his kiss, but his lips fell upon my neck, which was what he wanted.

“I meant it when I said I never stopped wanting you, Bich,” he moaned against my skin. “No one ever compared to my little gemstone.”

I grabbed his shoulder as he bared down upon me. “Mancini-” I whimpered.

“Let me show you how much I still care for you.” he kissed my lips softly, easing me back down onto the bed. “I promise, I’m even better than I was.”

I sighed and lifted my hips, taking off my panties for him. “Alright, but just this once.”

Mancini grinned eagerly, stripping off his clothes so he was just as naked as I was. He pushed up my shirt and sports bra, kissing my small breasts and then down my chest. I closed my eyes, turning my head aside as he went further down.

His strong hands pushed open my sighs and he moaned loudly. “Hello old friend.” His fingers pressed against my mound. “My god, you’re still as beautiful as I dreamed.”

“Stop talking to it!” I pouted.

“You used to like when I talked to her.” His fingers opened me and he lost his breath. “You’re fucking stunning.” That warm, rough tongue lapped against me and I lost my breath. He kissed and moaned, taking his time with me.

“Look how wet you are, my darling.” His tongue pressed inside and I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from squealing. “You taste amazing.”

“Sh-shut up.” I was having a hard time keeping up the facade.

Mancini purred against me. “I’ve been dripping this entire time. Want to see?” Mancini rose to his knees and popped out his hips. He opened himself for me, showing me his clit and dripping lips. I sat up, bringing him down to kiss him while pressing my fingers inside. He moaned against my lips, licking them sloppily as my fingers rocked inside him.

“Do you finally like what you see?” he chuckled as I threw him down onto the bed.

I placed myself over his head then leaned down towards his mound. His hands wrapped tightly around my hips, pulling me down onto his mouth.

I licked his throbbing clit and his hips bucked so he pressed hard against my tongue. I slid my fingers back inside him as his tongue and lips  kissed me again. He was so wet and warm, and I hadn’t been this excited in so long regarding sex. Actually, I can’t even rememebr the last time I had sex.

I started trembling from Mancini’s affections. His lips suckled around my clit as if he was trying to drain a very thick milkshake. I tried to keep my own efforts directed, but Mancini stole my breath. I gasped and shuddered, almost kicking as the liquid heat bubbled inside me. I cried out against Mancini’s thigh and he rolled me off onto the bed. He laid over top of me, grinding himself against my knee as he kissed me. He guided my weak little hand to touch, continuing to grind and kiss me until I felt a pulse against my palm. Wetness dribbled down my thigh and his body sagged until he laid back next to me.

“Sorry,” I murmured.

Mancini grinned as he put his arms around me. “For what?”

“I should have kept going. I sort of went limp noodle.”

He kissed my cheek and neck over and over. “I wasn’t expecting you to join in. I just wanted to help you relax. I also wanted to remind you of how much I adore you.”

I rolled over in his arms to look into those golden eyes. “It’s been years though-”

“I know, but I always knew I’d hold you again.” His arms tightened so I pressed into his chest. I bowed my head into his shoulder and breathed deep that faint scent of cologne. “You and I were always meant to be, Bich.”

I wanted to hold onto him as tight as I possibly could, but my arms weren’t strong enough. “Your head was always so full of such silly notions.”

Mancini chuckled, kissing the top of my head. “Not so silly from where I’m laying. You’re back in my most favorite place in the world. And together, we’re going to take the Jaguar’s Kiss for our own, and we’ll travel the world, side by side. I won’t let you go this time. Not unless you have a very good reason.”

My heart fluttered and I kissed him. “Once I catch my breath, I have a toy I think you’ll enjoy.”

He purred very loudly. “Let me fetch the champagne!”

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Fortune Teller: Adar

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Relationship: f! reader x m! monster (Tabaxi)

[Also I am not familiar with tarot cards and palm readings so I did some research on it and hope it makes some sense.]

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“Tarot and dreams are two dialects in the language of the soul.”

― Philippe St Genoux

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The days were hot, days longer and lives lived longer.

Though even with the heat that swelled and radiated through the city of sand, it was known that fortune came to those who sought it.

With destiny that you thought a 'trial' awaited, you needed answers. Needed answers that would fall on false hopes and dreams; for it all to be wafted lies that anyone would have to pay double in seeking.

You did not pay for it luckily, with your parents and their pleas for you to seek 'professional help' in your dilemma, you found it in the eyes of fates, fates that lay within the flick of a card.

Adar was his name. Adar the Sahir. Adar the Seer of Fates. Yet, you had to be the judge of that.

You found his spot in the market easily: situated between the two stone walls of other buildings, his was smaller and made from sticks and heavy cloths, telling you it had been put up with haste and less in need of protection against the elements.

Off to a good start, in thinking this person and their job was real. You sulked, making your way over, ignoring the staring, and the whisperings that came from drawing your name. Many thought of you as odd, leaving you to yourself as they whispered and mocked.

When you stood a few inches from their open entrance, you gave a harsh knock to the wooden panel holding the structure together, and popping their head out was the one you sought that was known as Adar.

The palm reader was that of a Tabaxi, and though you had seen few of them in your lifetime, you had been familiar with them roaming the lands, tending to keep to warmer temperatures, though some preferred the cold.

You were familiar that many were different from one another: ones with dark fur, light fur, ones big and small, stripped or with spots. Though you had never seen one like himself. He looked like a caracal: small and lithe, standing almost an inch taller than you. He's dressed in cooling clothing: an open white blouse, with tailored purple and bold trousers, his long legs wrapped in dark linen that acted as 'shoes' to protect the soles of his paws from the heated cobbles and boiling sands.

"You must be my new customer? I am Adar, a palm and tarot card reader. You are familiar with my work?" You liked his voice immediately: velvety and pleasantly soft, mixed with a sweetened accent.

"That is correct, yes." You awkwardly spoke, he was charming, and the way he looked at you so kindly made your stomach flutter.

"Come, come, you are welcomed inside." You're shuffled inside the small hut with sweeping rugs and colour cloth that was as bright as him and his clothing. When he passed by you, you got a hint of jasmine and plum, a scent sweet that surprised you yet suited him well.

You entered his small hut, a richness of Sandalwood and Patchouli filled your nostrils, candles lit in the unlit room as you followed the Tabaxi to the table in the middle of the room. It was instead an eyesore, an controlled mess. Cards filled the table with crystals of all sorts of colours, mainly amethysts were scattered across his table of all shapes and sizes.

"Excuse the mess," Adar spoke cheerfully, "I need rearranging."

"It is quite alight. My ma is always telling me I must tidy after myself."

"You live with your parents, correct?" He shuffled around the table to sit, you following in the chair opposite him, nearly being engulfed by the plush cushions. "It is not a judgmental question," he eased, "it helps me to know you better and with the cards."

"Ah," you awkwardly laughed, trying to get comfortable. Maybe it was the ease of him, his aura, but you grew a bit more and more comforted. "Forgive me, I've never done this before."

"That is quite alright," Adar reassured smoothly, and your stomach twisted with glee. "I will go through everything with you, and what everything means." Your eyes lit up as you watched him smoothly stack the tarot cards, shuffling them as if they were nothing but leaves and he was the wind, guiding them with a sound that was a delight to anyone's ears.

"These are tarot cards, all different but will tell of your story and what will come. Look at them, and pick which ones look like they call to you. Pick three, and I shall go through them one at a time."

Seems easy enough. You thought, heart racing. They were just cards, it couldn't have been that hard. You eyed the cards, all facing down, and you carefully picked out the three. With a flick of his wrist, Adar swiped the deck away with a smooth motion, the deck stacked once again and neatly placed on the side of the table.

"The first card represents what you can do to surrender to the change in your life." He flipped the first card over, revealing the plain picture of a horned monster, sitting on a throne, above two naked and chained individuals. "The Devil is upright, which can mean shadow self, attachment, addiction or restriction."

It could mean a few things: how the way you had been completely controlled your entire life, dictated by your parents to suit their needs and please them. The ever-dutiful daughter, silent and obedient.

You didn't dare say what you had thought to the Tabaxi, instead, nodding along as the next card was flipped.

"The second card offers direction on caring for yourself during this process." It was a depiction of a knight on a pale horse, offering aid to a kneeling and begging priest, surrounded by others either begging or lying dead.

"Death." You read aloud from the card, but Adar was quick to interject. "It is not foreshadowing your demise," he laughed comfortingly. "The card can mean endings, change, transformation and change."

Oh, that seemed better than it threatening my death. You thought dryly. "So, death is giving advice?"

"Exactly." Adar grinned a toothy smile, before flipping the final card over. "This final card serves as a guide for centring yourself amid this change."

Two individuals, naked as the day they were born, in a loving embrace.

"The lovers can represent love, harmony, friendship, values, alignment and choices." He spoke before looking over to you. "Perhaps there is someone in your life you can look to for help in a situation that is troubling you."

"Perhaps," you thought, fully knowing there were only a handful of friends you could rely on, but they were rarely sighted in your hometown, instead, venturing off to seek a new life elsewhere. "There may be someone."

Adar smiled as he removed the cards away to stack with the remaining deck. "These are just speculations. I do not truly know the inner conflict that goes on inside my customers, so these cards should be of help."

You nodded, believing there was some aspect to it you could understand a bit better. "What about palm readings?"

Adar's eyes lit up with glee at the mention, "Ah, I'm glad you asked, it is after all included in my session with you today!"

After moving around things on his table, he placed his hands stretched, the claws in his paws had been retracted and not showing out. "Again, I will go through the process of how this works."

You shakily placed your left hand in his, aware that you had been sweating profusely when you were about to touch a handsome stranger, your body rigid as he took your hand into him to 'inspect'.

"You have very soft hands," he laughed to ease the tension.

"Thanks, you too." His paws were soft and warm, a contrast to the hands of humans when the fur on him was soft and short. "So how do palm readings work?"

Adar smiled at this as if the topic was a lifetime hobby of his joy from a youngling. "Think of your hands as portals- shedding invaluable insight. It is the art of analysing the physical features of the hands to interpret personality, and characteristics and to predict future happenings."

He inspected your palm closely, and you had to ignore the way it felt so comforting to hold his hand. "Your sun sign is fire, but the shape of your hand is that of an air sign." He spoke after some silence.

"And that means?"

"It means that you have a lack of nuanced insight into the complexities of your personality. You can be easily distracted, anxious or on edge."

He pressed into the bottom part of the palm below your pinky, "This mount of Luna reveals an individual's empathy, compassion, and imagination. And here," he points to the base of your middle finger. "The mount of Saturn reveals you have a hidden yet deep understanding of the ups and downs to life, hidden wisdom some would say."

"Some hidden wisdom, huh? Couldn't say I've heard that before." Your cheeks rouged.

"Meanwhile, your lifeline-"

"It doesn't determine how long of a life I live, does it?" You laughed nervously.

He smiled easily, "No, it doesn't." He squeezed your hand teasingly. "It reveals your experience, vitality and zest. Your line isn't deep, meaning you there is not have much experience. Your line is long, however, meaning you have had much influence and little independence."

How interesting. For not believing in any such thing, the cards and readings did an exceptionally good job in your predicament. It was as if Adar had been there for every aspect of your life, chipping away at your shell to find the crux of your issues.

"I hope this gave you some more insight. Is there anything else you wish to ask me before our session ends?"

"Yes, I do actually, just one thing." You braced yourself for the rejection, the hopes and dreams to be crushed. "Have you ever dealt with anything to do with curses? Or even if the cards could solve them?"

"Curses?" He queried.

Nerves wracked through you as you told him. "I've been told all my life one thing: make my family proud, and not in education but in marriage. I had to find a cordial spouse who had strong blood and good fortune. I had to be compliant, dutiful and quiet, yet the older I got, the more I was told how... undesirable I was becoming. How no husband would want me."

"And who told you this?" His long ears twitched.

"My pa."

His eyes locked onto yours, and it had felt as if he stared not into your eyes, but through the window into your soul. It was uneasy, and jarring to stare back, uncertain of what he saw staring back at him. The silence was palpable, before Adar gave a long hum, releasing your hand as he stated. "Well, there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfectly fine, not cursed I may add."

"Are you certain? I've been told this my whole life. The readings could not be picking this up."

"The cards and readings never lie, sweet thing, and nor do I." His smile was lopsided. "Maybe listening to the wise words of your pa aren't something you should consider."

You could've laughed, could've thought that all of the nineteen years of living had come to being told it was all a lie. That being told a horrible thing would stick with you for the rest of your days: a challenge to your approach to living when it had all been for intimidation.

"So, I've never been cursed?"

"Never before and never have." Adar gave a sympathetic smile. "If what you're going through has been any foresight into the cards-"

"They have, to some degree," I answered. "I want to be independent of my family, but I fear I will never be able to."

"Breaking a harsh cycle is a lot for anyone," spoke the Tabaxi softly. "But if you need anyone to talk to, you know I would be there in a heartbeat."

Your cheeks rouged, words jumbling in your throat. "Is... would I need to book another session?"

His laugh was a sweet thing: a melody so fine. "No, not for me, sweet thing. Free of charge if you wish to have someone to chat with outside of my work."

"Then, I shall be seeing you again, correct?"

"Of course."

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Rakshasa Boyfriend: Balmush (preview)

Name: Balmush

Age: 43

Height: 6’11

Looks//Personality:

* Big

* Fluffy

* Big arms with a slightly poached stomach

* Hard exterior with a soft mushy interior

* Scar across his left eye

* Sensitive

* Powerful warrior

A/N: This is my first time writing about a “monster boyfriend”. I love reading them, so I thought I’d give it a shot. I love Rakshasas🦁! They are personally one of my favorites. I really hope you enjoy this!💕 this is just a preview, if it is well reviewed I will continue (I wrote this like a year ago) This was originally 2nd person, but I swapped it to 3rd please let me know nicely if there are mistakes. Ty!!

Warning(s): Oral (male receiving), fluff, royal,

The Kingdom of Galerran was unknown to most, but some knew of the powerful Galerrans that lived on the island south of the most powerful nations in the world. The King, King Jürgen, was a jolly King who was welcoming of mostly anyone into his kingdom. Galerran housed creatures from the darkest depths of the world to the brightest. From humans to orcs, anyone was welcome. It was a very diverse kingdom. King Jürgen and his wife, Queen Elisha, had seven children. All the children were blessed with the kings curly locks as well as their mothers freckled skin. All the children were beautiful, some with their fathers paler skin some with their mothers olive skin as well as some in between.

Now each child was a blessing to the kingdom. People who knew of the beautiful children often tried to kidnap them as they visited around the kingdom. After numerous attempts the king has placed a guard with each child. The guards were to protect them as well as be there for them. Most of the children looked to their guard as the regular workers around the palace, but the middle child, (Y/N), looked to her guard as more of a friend.

She was a taller child, thin and couldn’t gain the a pound even if she wished too. Her cheeks were round and had round doe eyes to match. A red birthmark laid upon her right cheek. She really didn’t think much of herself, in fact she thought of others more than herself at times. Besides being shy, she was also anxiety ridden. And she loved her guard, Balmush.

Balmush had a very stoic persona. He was very tall, taller than the other guards as well as the door frames. He had been guarding (y/n) for nearly 2 years now, after her previous guard attempted to force himself upon her. He was the perfect gentleman in (y/n)’s eyes. He helped with anything needed and comforted her whenever he needed to. Even though, He would never admit it, he had grown close to the young Princess as well.

“Balmush how old are you?” She asked him one day.

He continued walking down the hall with her. His pace slightly faltering at her question, but he continued as if it didn’t phase him. Both were on their way to meet with the King and Queen.

“I would be a hint over fourty in human age, ma’lady.” His deep voice spoke.

(Y/n)’s round eye widened and she looked up to him amazed, “You don’t even look like you are thirty! How are you not wed!”

He smiled, “I am past my prime. I am not as young as I once was. No one wants an old cat like me.”

(Y/n) giggles at his wording, “You would be quite the catch, Balmush. You are very handsome and a gentleman. Any woman would be grateful to have you as their husband.”

Balmush smiled at the princess and opened the door to the throne room. He patted her head with his giant paw, enjoying the softness of her curls, “You are very mature for your age, ma’lady. You would be quite the catch as well.”

Her face instantly flushed. It wasn’t the first time her guard had made her cheeks turn as pink as the flowers in her favorite part of the garden. In her eyes he was very handsome and she wanted nothing more than for him to praise her like he did everyday, for the rest of her life. He made her so happy. Even though she had tried on numerous occasions to get his attention, he didn’t see her as anything but the princess he was to protect.

“Balmush! How are you, dear friend!” The king asked with his booming voice.

Balmush placed his right hand against his heart and bowed slightly, “I am wonderful, your majesty. How are you both? You look stunning today as always, my queen.”

The queen smiled, “You surely know your way with words, Balmush. You probably have women at your feet begging to be with you.”

He smiled a toothy grin, “No one wants an old fart like me, Ma’Lady.”

The Queen giggled behind her hand, “If only you knew.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened. Hopefully her mother wouldn’t blow her cover, would she? The king cleared his throat, “Now I wish to inform you that you will be guarding my youngest child very soon, Balmush.”

(Y/n)’s eyes instantly widened at her fathers statement. She looked at him with complete shock and stepped forward, “What!? Papa why?!”

The King smiled widely, “You have an upcoming courtship! Two gentlemen have asked for your hand, so I have invited them to visit and meet you!”

The Queen sighed, she knew this was going to happen. Her daughter would never be happy about her guard leaving her and she tried to explain it to her husband without giving up that (y/n) had already had her heart and eyes set on someone. She watched as her daughter teared up, “But Papa I don’t want to meet them!”

He frowned, “Oh come on, (Y/N). I have already made the plans! You have to meet them!”

The young princess wiped her tears furiously and nodded. The king laughed happily, “Great! They shall be here in the next few days!”

All the Princess could do was nod once again and quickly turn to run from the room. The Queen sighed and hit her husbands arm, “I can’t believe you made the arrangements before even talking to her. Balmush, darling, would you run and check on her, she will probably only talk to you.”

Balmush bowed, “Yes, Ma’lady.”

Balmush left and the Queen continued to scold her husband. He quickly made his way to the princess’ room and knocked on the door.

“Ma’lady it is me.” His gruff voice spoke. He could hear the soft pats of your bare feet against the floor. She opened the door and Balmush frowned at her red eyes. He had a soft spot for her. He had watched her since she was young and never liked to see her crying face. She quickly hugged him, burying her face into his abdomen.

He sighed and softly moved towards the bed with the princess in his arms, “Your father only wants the best for you.”

She quickly shook her head disagreeing, “He just wants me to get married..but...but I have someone I already like! Like...like I’ll never have a chance at that now!”

Balmush rubbed the soft curls atop her head and let her continue. A couple hours had passed she fell sound asleep after crying to her hearts content. He smiled affectionately at the tiny snores slipping from her. He had grown to love the sight of the peaceful face she displayed when she fell asleep on a few occasions around him. He leans down and pecks her rosy tear sleeked cheek.

Achoo!

Balmush stiffened. He leaned back and the once sleeping princess was smiling a wide grin. He could feel the skin under all his fur start to warm. She giggled happily and threw her arms around his thick body, her hands resting under his arms resting on his upper back.

“My, my, Balmush making moves on the princess who was just crying over her courting. Who would have thought?”

“M-M-Ma’lady! I didn’t mean to wake you! I mean I don’t know what I was doing!” He tried to reason.

She smiled and pulled on him a little tighter, making him lean more of his weight on her. His stomach touched hers.

“I must be dreaming, who would have thought you’d be the first to make a move. I thought I would be the first.”

He blinked her words, “I don’t quite understand, Ma’lady.”

She ran her hands down his back. She could feel the muscles of his back move at her teasing fingertips. She ran her right hand around his side and decided to slip her fingertips into his trousers.

“M-Ma’lady!!” He jolted as the grazed teasingly at the sensitive flesh right below his navel. She smirked knowingly.

“Do you know how bad I hoped you’d jump me one day. I may be young, but I know exactly what I want. I am constantly flirting with you, yet you only look to me as your King’s daughter. You are just her guard and nothing more. Little did you know the princess has had her eyes set on you since she met you.” She explained as her delicate fingertips drew small circles into his fur.

He jolted at the teasing fingers, “Ma’lady this is highly inappropriate! W-What would your parents think!”

She rolled her eyes, “My mother knows of my feelings. She was trying to hint at it this afternoon, but you were completely oblivious. What, you don’t like me? You’re not exactly trying to stop me, Balmush.”

Moving her thin fingers further into his trousers, she teasingly massaged his sack. She felt the tip of his length slowly start to twitch against her arm. He didn’t stop her, he was completely confused. He didn’t know what to do, this wasn’t the princess he knew.

“Oh god, ma’lady. We could be caught!” He tried to reason.

“Then let me blow you and I’ll let you go.” She spoke looking him in the eye. He wanted to avoid her eye contact but she was too tempting. They kept eye contact as she moved her hand to his shaft and started to rub her thumb across the pointed tip. His hips betrayed him and bucked into her hand.

“Oh, your body speaks for itself. Looks like it would like me to continue? Hmm?” She asked as she quickened her pace.

“Ha, mmhm.” He moaned softly as her delicate hands rubbed him so wonderfully. He could feel himself loosing control.

“Getting close?” She asked.

He nodded. He was loosing his strength.

“If you are going to cum, it will be in my mouth Balmush.” She said looking at him. He shut his eyes tightly. Her mouth was pure, to ruin it would be against everything he pledged to the King. He was suddenly shoved onto his butt on the bed.

(Y/N) moved so she was now kneeling on the bed. She bent down to his shaft and started to pump him, Balmush tried his hardest to pull his trousers up.

“W-We can’t!” He tried, but nothing was stopping the princess. She gripped him a little tighter. He stopped and watched as she brought him to her mouth. His length slowly disappeared in her warm mouth.

“Ahhh....” A deep groan left his throat as his head leaned back. He looked down again and noticed as only about half of his length fit. The princess had tears slowly slipping down her rosy cheeks. She came back up and noticed he was watching her. She smiled and put his length back into her mouth not loosing eye contact with him. He could feel how close he was. Her hand pumping what didn’t fit in her mouth at a quick pace.

“Shit, it’s coming.” He groaned as his climax suddenly came. She stopped and let him fill her waiting mouth. It was bitter. Balmush groaned as he felt her hand pumping all she could get from him. She made sure to slowly pull away, making sure not to waste a single drop. He watched as she swallowed around the tip of his length.

“Y-You swallowed?! You could get sick!” He quickly pulled his trousers back up and wiped the corners of her mouth with his handkerchief. She rolled your eyes.

“You’re nothing like I thought you were. Not the big bad rakshasa you seem to be. You’re actually quite sensitive.” She teased.

Balmush frowned, “I can’t believe you did that. How am I going to face the King and Queen now! I’ll be banished from the kingdom!”

Balmush quickly stood up and made his way to leave. She quickly stood up, “Balmush! Wait!”

(Y/n) chased him down the hall, “Balmush please!”

He continued to ignore her and make his way down the hall. Would he quit being her guard? Or even leave the palace? A thousand thoughts ran rapid in her mind of the horrible outcome of what she has done.

“(Y/N)!” She stopped and looked behind her. There was her mother, the Queen. She looked (y/n) up and down. The princess stood there in nothing but her corset cover and petticoat, having previously stripped of everything in your crying fit. Nothing she should have been wearing running down the halls. Balmush walked towards the Queen and got on one knee. He bowed his head forward gripping the hand of your mother.

“I am sorry your majesty. I shall be punished as you see fit, for I have allowed for your daughter to force herself upon me-“

“Yah! I don’t want to hear of the evening you both had. I have no intention of punishing you, nor does my husband. I won’t allow it. I knew of my daughters feelings way before she did. Just as I have known of yours for her.” She explained, “Now I hope the distressed face of my daughters is not your doing, Balmush.”

The princess stood shocked at her mothers words. He had feelings for her? She quickly looked between her mother and Balmush. Looking to Balmush and grabbing his arm, “...is this true?”

Balmush avoided big rounded eyes. His childness caused the Queen to laugh softly. She rubbed her hand down the side of her daughters cheek.

“(Y/N). This isn’t the first time he’s asked me to ‘punish him for his awful feeling towards the princess’. These last few years he has been asking me what to do of these ‘awful urges’.”

“Ma’lady! Please!” Balmush tried to get her to quit speaking of their private conversations. He couldn’t believe it, his biggest secret being exposed. He suddenly jerked as the Princess pulled relentlessly on his arm. His gaze met hers, she had stars in her eyes. He could feel himself melt.

“Balmush! Why didn’t you tell me you liked me!” She groaned in agony. There were to many emotions she was feeling today. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her arms suddenly threw themselves around his neck.

“Balmush! Let’s go out this weekend! Just me and you! No princess and her guard, just as us. A date!” You exclaimed

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💔⛔️ for the asks!

omg Klaus! Thanks so much!

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Hm. Kinda? I don't know if this is intended to be a question about a fic I wrote that hurt me in a good way because it was so full of angst, or a fic that I wrote that people were unhappy with.

My angst filled fics ususally don't hurt me because I know how they'll end and I always do happy endings so there's never too much hurt there for me 😈

I suppose if it's one fic where reader reaction was a little unhappy if would have to be First Impressions. People were really not happy with how Eddie acted in that fic, like not even from the 'omg there's so much angst he's being such a little silly bean' it was more like 'jesus fucking christ he's acting like an actual idiot and it's making me so upset, he wouldn't act like this' or 'he's being incredibly stiupid, what gives?' or even just a 'seems like you missed the mark on this adaptation, he's acting stupid just because the plot needs him to.'

Maybe that's not how those comments were intended to come across, maybe I'm reading too much into it and taking it a little personally and a lot of the comments were also positive, but it's the most... contentious fic I've ever written so I always kinda dread getting a new comment on that one, just waiting to be berated again 😅

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Usually, if I have a fic idea I tend to write it but there is one or two Steddie ones that I've never quite gotten around to.

The one that comes to mind is Rakshasa.

Steve disappears for a few minutes once they're coming back through the portal but then he's climbing through and everything seems fine, they go through the motions of Max's trailer, the War Zone and it's not until they get to that field where they start making their weapons that Eddie starts to realise why something feels off.

Because no one else in this group really knows the King Steve persona. The kids all knew him outside of school. Robin didn't know him until after. Even Nancy got a boyfriend version of King Steve, but Eddie who'd been watching Steve for years at this point, knows how he used to be.

He also knows King Steve was a front. But here Steve is, acting like his old highschool self but this time it's not a front, it's real.

Steve calls Eddie a freak with as much vitriol and meanness as the rest of the town does which is a giant red flag because Steve had never and would never.

So Eddie begins to subtly interrogate him, trying to find gaps while the others go quiet.

He huddles the kids and reminds them of the Rakshasa they fought previously in the campaign and how they defeated them.

Eventually they realised it's some kind of skinchanger who has taken Steve's form and their Steve is still stuck in the Upside Down.

Rescue missions etc. etc.

Yeah, I dunno if I'll ever get to that one 😅

Ask me!

#personal #penny ask #first impressions #rakshasa #fic idea

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@monstersandmaw I loved your White Tiger rakshasa x fem! reader fic and decided to try to watercolor the middle reference photo you used❤💕 Not accurate but I still wanted to show my appreciation, not just for this fic but for all your works too!❤ I wish you the best always and goodluck!

#rakshasa boyfriend #watercolor #watercolor art #appreciation post #I really love your works #hope this gets noticed #huhuhu

[joohcoco]

Balmush: Rakshasa

Hello everyone! Finally here is the story! Sorry it took so long. It’s a little over 2500 words. Sorry if my English is a little weird, I tried my best to edit it with grammarly. But if you like it I might write a second part or if you would like me to write for a different monster please send me an ask! Anyways onto the story!

The Kingdom of Galerran was unknown to most, but some knew of the powerful Galerrans that lived on the island south of the most powerful nations in the world. The King, King Jürgen, was a jolly king who was welcoming of mostly anyone into his kingdom. Galerran housed creatures from the darkest depths of the world to the brightest. From humans to orcs, anyone and everyone were welcomed. King Jürgen’s wife, Queen Elisha, had seven children. All the children were blessed with the king's curly locks and their mother's freckled skin. All the children were beautiful, some with their fathers paler skin, some with their mother's more olive skin, as well as some who were in between.

Emilia was a taller child. She was an average size for her tall stature and as much as she tried to gain weight her high metabolism fought back much to her displeasure. Even though she was thin, she had a round face with full cheeks and round doe eyes. Her red birthmark on her right cheek caught the attention of others, but she didn’t mind it. Emilia was a kind girl who often thought of others rather than herself. She had a shy exterior, but is a firecracker within. She also had a secret.

She was in love with her guard, Balmush.

Balmush had a very stoic persona. He was very tall, taller than the other guards as well as the door frames. He had been guarding her for nearly two years after the previous guard attempted to force himself upon Emilia. He was the perfect gentleman in her eyes. He helped her with anything she needed and comforted her when she also needed it. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had grown close to her as well.

“Balmush, how old are you?” She asked him one day. He continued walking down the hall. The question not phasing him. Emilia was on her way to meet her parents.

“I would be a hint over forty in human age, m’lady.” His deep voice spoke.

She looked up at him in amazement, “You don’t even look like you are thirty! How are you not wed!”

He smiled, “I am past my prime. I am not as young as I once was. No one wants an old cat, ma’lady.”

She giggled at his wording, “You would be quite the catch, Balmush. You are very handsome and a gentleman. Any woman would be grateful to have you as their husband.”

Balmush smiled. It wasn’t the first time her guard’s smile made her blush. In her eyes, Balmush was very handsome and she wanted nothing more for him to praise her, like he did every day, for the rest of her life. He made her happy. Even though she’s tried on numerous occasions to get his attention, he didn’t see her as anything, but the princess he was to protect.

“Balmush! How are you, dear friend!” The king asked with his booming voice.

Balmush placed his right hand against his heart and bowed slightly, “I am wonderful, your majesty. How are you both? You look stunning today as always, My Queen.”

The Queen smiled, “You surely know your way with words, Balmush. You probably have women at your feet begging to be with you.”

He smiled a toothy grin and chuckled, “No one wants an old fart like me, Ma’Lady.”

The Queen tutted behind her hand, “If only you knew.”

Emilia’s eyes widened in fear. Her mother wouldn’t blow her cover, would she? The king cleared his throat, “Now I wish to inform you that you will be guarding my youngest child very soon, Balmush.”

Emilia’s gaze quickly averted to her father's, “What?! Papa why?”

The King smiled and placed his hand on her head, “You have an upcoming courtship! Two gentlemen have asked for your hand, so I have invited them to visit and meet you!”

The Queen sighed, she knew Emilia was not going to be happy with this announcement and tried explaining that to her husband multiple times. She avoided telling him that she had loved the dear guard he assigned his daughter. She watched as her daughter began to tear up, “Papa! I don’t want to meet them! I’ve told you I didn’t want to be arranged to anyone!”

The King's large beard slowly fell, “Oh come on, Emilia. I have already made plans! At Least meet him.”

Emilia rubbed her tears furiously and nodded. He laughed happily, “Great! They will be here in the next few days!”

The princess just nodded again and quickly turned to make a quick exit. The Queen sighed and hit her husbands arm, “I can’t believe you made the arrangements before even talking to her. Balmush, darling, would you run and check on her? She will probably only talk to you.”

Balmush bowed slightly, “Of course, M’Lady”

Balmush then turned and left the throne room, quickly making his way down to his princess’ room. He could hear the Queen scolding her husband as he left. He soon found her room with ease and knocked on the door.

“M’Lady it’s me…”

The soft pats of bare feet caused his ears to twitch slightly. The door opened slowly revealing Emilia. She quickly hugged him burying her face into Balmush’s poached stomach. He slowly patted her head. He had always been weak to her crying face. He slowly moved towards her bed and lifted her to sit on the plush duvets.

“He only wants what is best for you, he’s not doing this to be spiteful. Your father loves you more than anything in this world.”

She shook her head disagreeing, “He’s just doing this so I’ll be married! I already have someone I like! And…and I’ll never have a chance at that now if I’m being arranged to marry someone else!”

Emilia continues to cry into Balmush’s side and he comforts her like he’s always done. He gently caresses her wild curly locks as a few minutes past and he believes she’s sleeping. As her sobs ceased he carefully adjusted her across the bed. He carefully placed her head on her feather pillow and moved any hairs from her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all the years he was living. Sure he’s been with plenty of women in his younger years, but she was perfect.

He loved her determined attitude and how gentle and caring she was, but he accepted long ago that she was the princess and he was simply her guard. He was moving the last curl from her face when he leaned down and placed a hesitant peck on her soft lips. He pulled away only to hear a soft sneeze.

Achoo

He froze. His golden eyes looked down at the princess who looked at him with a big grin. She quickly threw her arms around his neck. He felt the skin under his fur quickly turn warm. Emilia teasing ran her fingers across his upper back and pulled him towards her.

“My, My, Balmush making moves on the princess. Who would have ever thought?” She teased him.

“M-M-Ma’Lady! I didn’t mean to wake you! I mean, I don’t know what I was thinking!” He tried to reason.

Emilia giggled as he fumbled with his words. She pulled him until some of his weight was directly on top of her. Balmush could feel his stomach touching her and he was getting warmer by the second.

“I must be dreaming, who would have thought you’d make the first move,” Emilia said as she ran her fingers through the hair on his neck that stood up.

“I don’t quite understand, Ma’Lady”

Grinning Emilia ran her fingers over his shoulders and down his chest. She could feel his muscles tense at her teasing fingertips. She continued down his sides and slowly slipped her fingers into his trousers. She wiggled her fingers right below his navel.

“Ma’Lady!” He jolted as her fingers teased him.

“Do you know how bad I hoped you’d jump me one day. I may be young, but I know exactly what I want. I am constantly flirting with you, yet you only look to me as your King’s daughter. You are just her guard and nothing more. Little did you know the princess has had her eyes set on you since she met you.” She explained as her fingertips drew small circles into his fur.

He jolted at the teasing fingers, “Ma’lady this is highly inappropriate! W-What would your parents think!”

Emilia rolled her eyes, “My mother knows of my feelings. She was trying to hint at it this afternoon, but you were completely oblivious. What, you don’t like me? You’re not exactly trying to stop me, Balmush.”

She slipped her hand into his trousers gently massaging his length. As she did, she slowly felt his length revealing itself from its sheath. He didn’t stop her, he was confused. He didn’t know what to do, this wasn’t the princess he knew.

“Oh god, m’lady. We could be caught!” He tried to reason.

“Then let me blow you and I’ll let you go.” She spoke looking him in the eye. He wanted to avoid her eye contact but she was too tempting. They kept eye contact as she moved her hand to his shaft and started to rub her thumb across the pointed tip. His hips betrayed him and bucked into her hand.

“Oh, your body speaks for itself. Looks like it would like me to continue? Hmm?” She asked as she quickened her pace.

“Ha, mmhm.” He moaned softly as her delicate hands rubbed him so wonderfully. He could feel himself losing control.

“Getting close?” She asked.

He nodded. He was losing his strength.

“If you are going to cum, it will be in my mouth Balmush.” She said looking at him. He shut his eyes tightly. Her mouth was pure, to ruin it would be against everything he pledged to the King. He was suddenly shoved onto his butt on the bed.

Emilia moved so she was now kneeling on the bed. She bent down to his shaft and started to pump him, Balmush tried his hardest to pull his trousers up.

“W-We can’t!” He tried, but nothing was stopping the princess. She gripped him a little tighter. He stopped and watched as she brought him to her mouth. His length slowly disappeared in her warm mouth.

“Ahhh....” A deep groan left his throat as his head leaned back. He looked down again and noticed as only about half of his length fit. The princess had tears slowly slipping down her rosy cheeks. She came back up and noticed he was watching her. She smiled and put his length back into her mouth not losing eye contact with him. He could feel how close he was. Her hand pumping what didn’t fit in her mouth at a quick pace.

“Shit, it’s coming.” He groaned as his climax suddenly came. She stopped and let him fill her mouth. It was bitter. Balmush groaned as he felt her hand pumping all she could get from him. Emilia slowly pulled away making sure not to waste a single drop. He watched as she swallowed everything in her mouth. Some spilling at the corners of her plump lips.

“Y-You swallowed?! You could get sick!” He quickly pulled his trousers back up and wiped the corners of her mouth with his handkerchief. She rolled your eyes.

“You’re nothing like I thought you were. Not the big bad tiger you seem to be. You’re actually quite sensitive aren't you?”

Balmush frowned, “I can’t believe you did that. How am I going to face the King and Queen now! I’ll be banished from the kingdom!”

Balmush quickly stood up and made his way to leave. Emilia quickly stood up, “Balmush! Wait!”

She chased him down the hall, “Balmush please!”

He continued to ignore her and make his way down the hall. Would he quit being her guard? Or even leave the palace? A thousand thoughts ran rapid in her mind of the horrible outcome of what she did to Balmush.

“Emilia!” Emilia stopped and looked behind her. There was her mother, the Queen. She looked Emilia up and down. Emilia was in nothing but her corset cover and petticoat, she had stripped of everything in her crying fit. Nothing she should have been wearing running down the halls. Balmush walked towards the Queen and got on one knee. He bowed his head forward gripping the hand of the Queen.

“I am sorry your majesty. I shall be punished as you see fit, for I have allowed for your daughter to force herself upon me-“

“Yah! I don’t want to hear of the evening you both had. I have no intention of punishing you, nor does my husband. I won’t allow it. I knew of my daughter's feelings way before she did. Just as I have known of yours for her.” She explained, “Now I hope the distressed face of my daughters is not your doing, Balmush.”

Emilia was shocked at her mother’s words. He had feelings for her? She looked between her mother and Balmush. Looking to Balmush and grabbing his arm, “...is this true?”

Balmush avoided her gaze. His childness caused the Queen to laugh softly. She rubbed her hand down the side of her daughter’s cheek.

“Emilia. This isn’t the first time he’s asked me to ‘punish him for his awful feeling towards the princess’. These last few years he has been asking me what to do of these ‘awful urges’.”

“M’lady! Please!” Balmush tried to get her to quit speaking of their private conversations. He couldn’t believe it, his biggest secret being exposed. He suddenly jerked as the Princess pulled relentlessly on his arm. His gaze met hers, she had stars in her eyes. He could feel himself melt.

“Balmush! Why didn’t you tell me you liked me!” She groaned in agony. There were too many emotions she was feeling today. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She suddenly threw herself onto him.

“Balmush! Let’s go out at the weeks end! Just me and you! No princess and her guard, just as us. A date!” She exclaimed.

The Queen smiled, “Sounds like a great idea! I’ll have Lorath stand guard while you all have a wonderful date! So, Balmush darling, take my daughter on a wonderful date as a suitor not as her guard.”

Balmush looked to the queen in shock, “I couldn’t possibly…”

“Hush, I am not suggesting it, and am telling you to take her on a date as a suitor. One I’ve picked for my daughter and not the king. The Queen should have a say in who her daughter is to be wed by.” The Queen smiled at him kindly. Balmush was still uncertain, his nervousness fueled his uncertainty. He didn't believe he was the one for the princess.

“Okay, M’Lady. I will begin my preparations for our date, and I will try my best to make it the best you’ve had.”

Note: Thank you sooooo much for reading! This is my first story and I just wanted to apologize ahead of time for any mistakes! I am very bad at grammar and writing haha. Please like and comment as well as send me messages or request. I am new to this monster world and I’m in love and want to write more!

-Coco❣️ 

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #rakshasa #rakshasa boyfriend #monster lover #smut #lemon #female reader x male monster

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Hey there, could I please get an aesthetic thing for a buff, male tiger monster? :3

White Tiger Rakshasa

Thank you for requesting! I love how hunky he is 😍

#monster #terato #terato love #monster aesthetic #male monster #exophilia #monster boy #rakshasa #rakshasa male #rakshasa boyfriend

[thecandywrites]

Rakshasa- Sulaimon and Zakira

Ya’ll I would like to say I’M SO SORRY. I did NOT mean to forget about this story, for like, over a year? Like I had to go through my phone’s library looking for something else and I found all my Rakshasa stuff saved to my phone because I HAVE/HAD PLANS for this story and I had this chapter mostly written all this time that I just...FORGOT about. But I reread it and I finished this chapter, finally. So to be clear, this is fanfiction of @momolady‘s Rakshasa, King Amit’s royal court with her permission to reference her work. but this is set BEFORE the war of the crown jewels, like this is set like after Foluke and Kalidas as far as time frame goes, when Mythri’s sons are still like, 6-7 ish? before the birth of Mythri’s daughter. So if you follow all that, just keep in mind this is set before all that. 

What I need to do is go back and edit this and repost it to this blog using my collage app because before I just used Tumblr’s thing and it sucked and you can only get like 9-10 pictures before it maxes out. 

But in the meantime, here is chapter 9. 

Rakshasa Part 9

Zakira woke up, feeling even more at ease and happy than she had the previous morning. She looked down at Anna sleeping soundly next to her and then lifted her head to see Sulaimon sleeping peacefully on the chaise lounge. Because he was asleep she felt comfortable staring at him and really taking note of every little thing about him. The more she looked, the more she realized...she was very attracted to him. He was handsome, and very sexy if she was honest but more than that, he was kind, generous, charming, patient, humble and most importantly gentle, and even funny, very much so. But the way he was laying in the chaise lounge, she could see he had morning wood and she found herself staring at it hungrily, very hungrily.

 Zakira bit her lips and judged by how deeply both Sulaimon and Anna seemed to be sleeping, thought it would be safe to quietly please herself and snaked her hand between her legs and began to try to quickly and quietly as she could- give herself and orgasm.

Sulaimon awoke to smelling the most amazing, mouth watering smell wafting into his nose before his ears flicked to Zakira and could hear her slightly labored breathing and very carefully squinted one eye open to see Zakira laying on her back with her eyes closed tight and judging by the way her hand was moving furiously under the covers at her crotch as her legs were opened wide, he realized what was happening and shut his eyes before his body reacted very strongly to her and he had to pretend to roll away from her in his sleep to hopefully hide his rock hard length and once he did and tried to keep his breathing slow, deep and even just in case she looked over at him, she would think he was still sleeping.

His movement caused her to pause but once she figured he was still sleeping she resumed and continued to stroke her clit. The sound of her breathing and the muffled wet slipping sound being the only sounds in the room besides Sulaimon’s and Anna’s breathing.

Sulaimon closed his eyes tight and clenched his jaw and had to ball his fists up to keep from actually reaching down to stroke himself as his ears devoured every tiny little noise Zakira made as the head of his own dick leaked a river of precum and soaked his underwear. The closer she came to her own release the more labored her breathing became and the more Sulaimon’s hips and tail begged to move but he forced himself to lay perfectly still. But just listening to her come closer and closer to orgasm and his own imagination and wishful thinking, wishing he was the one to give her this great pleasure had him close to orgasm himself and he wasn’t even touching himself. Then when she got really close and started softly gasping and panting it was almost too much for Sulaimon. His whole body was tense from trying to look relaxed and still. Then when she gave the most delicious but tiny keening cry when she came, Sulaimon couldn’t help it, he came into this own underwear, it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard before. Sulaimon suddenly smelled her release as the pheromones she released in her cream seemed to fill the air and Sulaimon did his best not to immediately take a huge breath of it into every centimeter of his nose and lungs. He had to swallow because his mouth watered so much. It was better than that perfume ever could be as his ears continued to train on her as she recovered as his own cock, thankfully, began to soften and shrink.

Only when his ears heard her breathing change and go back to a sleeping rhythm, did he finally chance a look at her over his shoulder and realize she was asleep again before he let himself fully relax then get out of bed and gather his bathing things and wrote her a note to tell her he would be going to bathe real quick and escaped the room to clean himself up but as he walked down the halls he could hear the other couples have their morning sex and while he felt jealous, he also knew to be grateful for the closeness he was able to acquire and couldn’t help but hope that soon he’d be among them. He bathed by himself, quickly cleaning himself up and returning to Zakira’s room to find Zakira and Anna were still asleep, so he took his previous note and threw it away before making his bed up so it was at least neat and tidy before Zakira and Anna finally stirred awake.

“Good morning,” Sulaimon greeted softly, a fond smile on his face as he turned as he was just finishing up folding his blanket.

“Good morning,” Zakira greeted back sleepily, a very pleased smile on her face that Sulaimon did his best not to grin knowingly at as she stretched before Anna needed to nurse, Zakira pulling her breast out of her top to nurse her and relax into the bed. Once Anna was done nursing, she immediately came over to Sulaimon as she babbled to him excitedly.

“Well good morning Beautiful, it’s good to see you too.” Sulaimon greeted as he picked her up and kissed her cheeks and hugged her before he brought her over to the little table Zakira had been using to change her before he went ahead and changed her diaper as Zakira got up and got her bathing suit on and then a tunic and a pair of shorts on top of that, putting even more of the perfume on today than she had the first two days combined before Sulaimon had to fight not to get a boner again, but his expression as he got Anna dressed made her laugh and giggle before he continued to make faces and silly noises at Anna to get her to laugh, absolutely loving the sound of her sweet laughter which insighted his own soft chuckling.  

“Do you have two coin purses?” Zakira asked when she went into his other bag to get her coin purse out to put it into the diaper bag but found hers, Sulaimon's and the third.

“Nope, just the one.” Sulaimon answered with a mischievous grin.

“Then who does this belong to?” Zakira asked as she held up the third.

“You,” Sulaimon answered once he was done and put Anna safely back onto the bed with her toys so he could get dressed for the beach behind the dressing curtain.  

“Where did it come from?” Zakira asked.

“Guess,” Sulaimon prompted with a chuckle.

“Your father.” Zakira huffed a laugh but Sulaimon peeked over the top of the dressing panels and grinned when he saw her smile and shake her head. “And let me guess, he gave it to you to give to me, he probably gave it to you while I was trying on bathing suits.” Zakira ventured.

“Close, he gave it to me while you were napping.” Sulaimon answered.

“Why didn’t you refuse to take it from him?” Zakira asked as her brows furrowed but an amused smile never leaving her.

“He didn’t hand it to me. He put it into my bag himself.” Sulaimon answered before he came out from behind the dressing curtain, only wearing his swim trunks and nothing else which made Zakira pause and stare at his bare chest and abdomen as all other rational and logical thoughts left her brain since the urge to go to him and touch him and stroke him and really feel how soft his fur and how hard his body was all over seemed to take over her brain.

“W-why...why didn’t you um, try to stop him?” Zakira tried to ask as she barely managed to pull her eyes off of his torso and back up to eyes where the tiniest smirk was on his lips as he may or may not have been flexing for her benefit.

“There was no stopping him, it was the right thing for him to do and he would have found a way to give it to you one way or another.” Sulaimon shrugged and Zakira just exhaled out of her nose and shook her head but her smile just grew more fond.

“Yeah, he did strike me as that kind of person.” Zakira relented and put the second coin purse into the rest of her things before grabbing a handful of coins from it and put it into her original coin purse that she had received from the treasury, thinking that would be more than enough money for the coast, imagining there would probably be shops of all kinds selling shells and jewelry and probably all kinds of seafood dishes.

“You’ll want to bring a blanket and a light jacket, it can get a little chilly once the sun sets, the coast is always windy.” Sulaimon advised as he fought his grin when she would keep catching herself staring at him and try to look away again.  

“Oh, ok, um, which one do you think?” Zakira asked as she got her coats, jackets and warmer things out and started laying those out onto the bed for him to go over.

“Hmm,” Sulaimon hummed as he reached out and felt the thickness and the materials that made them up before choosing one that should keep her warm as well as looking particularly beautiful and soft. “Probably this one or even this one.” Sulaimon gestured between the two that would be best before gesturing to his preferred one.

“Ok,” Zakira nodded and got a second bag and packed the sweater jacket and a small blanket and another outfit to change into once she would be done swimming as well as a little jacket for Anna and another blanket to swaddle her in and extra clothes for her too and put those into the larger bag along with the diaper bag itself as Sulaimon got a tunic on and his daggers around his waist that still had her engagement ring in the little pocket of them along with a jacket for himself before he put that into the larger bag and slung the larger bag over his shoulder and picked up Anna and left with Zakira at about the same time the other mothers were leaving their rooms.

“Where’s Remi?” Zakira asked Zumar.

“He’s getting our ride, an elephant.” Zumar informed her excitedly.

“He has an elephant?” Zakira asked excitedly.

“Yeah, he commands a troop of them.” Zumar answered.

“Oh, awesome.” Zakira smiled.

Meanwhile Sulaimon’s family was waiting inside in the grand lobby talking to Zara Joy as they waited patiently on Zakira, Anna and Sulaimon as Joy explained Zakira’s full situation while also encouraging them that Zakira would be worth waiting for and to be gentle, generous, patient and kind to her and everything would work out for the best before you couldn’t help but to tell them to go ahead and begin packing for a trip to Willow and back and to make sure they brought plenty of extra carts to cart off not just her things but cuttings and vines and all sorts of plants along with more fruits and produce as well as to acquire a lot of wine jugs because when they would be going there, the grapes would be ready to be harvested and turned into some of the best if not the best wine they would ever drink, along with beer which considering Willow were descendants of Egyptians, beer and wine went with most meals and that even though it was a bit of an acquired taste, it was also exceedingly good and to also get dozens of baskets for the raw gemstones because there would be more of them than they could possibly carry but to disguise it all as food stuffs in large baskets to keep from getting robbed or anything and that they would need at least one large cart just for the gemstones and to go ahead and buy dozens of large baskets just for the gems and that Wenet would be making all of the gemstones that would ever be on Zakira’s land come right up to the surface and that as soon as the sheep were done grazing that they would just need little garden shovels to dig them all up as well as informed them that Zakira actually had a herd of sheep and a herd of every variety of goats along with a few cows and several horses and that Zakira had discovered a way to spin a variety of fabrics that were both unbelievably soft while being very warm that was her signature trademark and that any clothes made using her fabrics were always the best as well as being worth the most and to let her cook once in a while because cooking did make her happy and that her food was always the best in all of Willow before Zakira and Sulaimon along with the other couples showed up and started to get ready to go while Sully sent his attendant with the orders and instructions to his Steward to start preparing to go to Willow along with repeating all of your instructions and advice but put higher numbers with them just in case you had been low-balling those numbers.

“Wow,” everyone from Willow breathed in awe when they left the palace to see a line of elephants at the bottom of the stairs.

“Look what Daddy is riding!” Zumar exclaimed to Zehra who kicked and squealed excitedly as she came near and watched as Remi got down from on top of the lead elephant’s head and came down to greet her. Hugging her and kissing her sweetly even though they had only been apart for merely an hour.

“Meet Tyra,” Remi introduced.

“Hi Tyra,” Zumar greeted as she came and pet the elephant before Remi instructed her on how to get up and held Zehra and hugged and kissed his daughter affectionately so her mother could climb up on Tyra easier as the elephant herself helped Zumar up onto her back before Remi got up too as Zumar scooted back so he could sit where he had been sitting and once he got up he handed Zehra back to Zumar to hold again and put back into her mother’s sling before Zumar scooted closer to Remi, putting one arm around Zehra and the other around Remi the best that she could before kissing his back sweetly, making Remi reach down and rub her arm that was around him affectionately.

Zakira was led past the elephants to see over a dozen carriages, the first one obviously belonged to the royal family and then there was a couple of carts behind it that had all sorts of things on it, a tent and special chairs and umbrellas and blankets and towels and things.

The next 7 carriages however belonged to Sully and his wife followed by three carts of stuff followed by dozens of other carriages and carts belonging to the families of the escorts followed by dozens and dozens of horses who were still being led out of the royal stables.

“Zakira? Could Ajay ride Daunte?” Zaida asked once she learned that Zakira wouldn’t be riding her horse to the beach.

“As long as Ajay is gentle with him.” Zakira answered as she looked from Zaida to Ajay a little warily. “Just remember that Daunte is very touchy about his sides so you can not kick him to go faster unless you want to do nothing but run the whole way there, only squeeze, gently. And ask him to do what you want. He’s good with spoken commands and you have to talk nicely to him, if you yell at him when he hasn’t done anything bad, he might buck you off.” Zakira cautioned Ajay. “Actually let me go with you and introduce you, otherwise he may not take you as a rider.” Zakira suggested.  

“I’ll be right back,” Zakira told Sulaimon and left with Zaida and Ajay and quickly walked to the stables where Daunte was getting upset that the other horses were about to go on a ride without him. His big black body pressing up against the door to the stall while his head and neck stretched out over the top of the lower door to get a good view of the rest of the barn.

“Hey Baby, how’s my Baby Daunte?” Zakira cooed to Daunte who was so relieved and thrilled to finally see his ‘mama’ again and whinnied to her and rubbed his face all over her front before hugging her as she hugged him as Zakira giggled. “Yes I’ve missed you too, you been a good boy?” Zakira continued to coo to him as she hugged him and pet his neck. “Yes I’m sure you have, listen, I have a friend I want you to meet, this, is Ajay, can you be nice to Ajay?” Zakira introduced and got Ajay’s hand and brought it to Daunte’s muzzle to let Daunte smell him.

“So listen I need you to be good and let Ajay ride you and not buck him off ok?” Zakira asked Daunte as Ajay pet Daunte’s head.

“Ok good, come on Baby.” Zakira led him to the saddling area and got her riding pad that had stirrups  and put that on him. “Good boy, you’re such a good boy.” Zakira praised Daunte as he stood perfectly still and let her cinch it up on him before she led him out of the barn with the other horses.

“Oh my gods, he’s beautiful!” Sulaimon’s family praised when they saw Zakira’s big black stallion.

“Thank you, this is Daunte, I helped birth him, his mama is Fawn who is still back in Willow. He’s only three and he’s been a dream to teach how to take a rider.” Zakira praised as Sulaimon’s family came up to greet the horse.

“His conformation is perfect.” Tavi, Hazine’s husband awed since his family was in the horse business.

“Conformation?” Zakira repeated in confusion.

“The way he’s put together, his proportions, the way he stands, where and how high his withers are.” Tavi tried to explain.

“Oh, well, good,” Zakira nodded. “You hear that? They think you’re perfect.” Zakira giggled to Daunte as she put her forehead on his. “Ok, now Ajay is going to ride you and you’re going to be good right? No bucking, no trying to scrape him off on a tree or anything right?” Zakira prompted Daunte before she gestured to Ajay to get on Daunte. Daunte stood perfectly still to let Ajay get on him and once he was on Daunte looked at Ajay questioningly then back to Zakira.

“Oh, you’ll live, it’s only for a day.” Zakira reminded Daunte who brushed his head back onto her front again. “Thanks, like I didn’t have enough of your hair on me already.” Zakira teased Daunte with a snickering laugh but when she went to get into the carriage, Daunte followed her like a puppy and began to whiny again.

“It’s a carriage, I’m allowed to ride in a carriage and take a mode of transportation that isn’t you.” Zakira reminded him with another laugh as everyone snickered and got into one of the several carriages that Sully had brought before she got into the one that Sulaimon, Anna, Dalia and Yanni and their four kids in it and realized it was quite plush and very comfortable. “See? I’m ok, the carriage isn’t eating me or anything.” Zakira said from the window seat as she reached out to pet Daunte’s head before Daunte put his head through the window to see inside the carriage and to sniff and lick Anna who was happy to have him close again, kissing his muzzle and petting his nose, making everyone laugh again. “No, there’s not room enough to have you in here with me.” Zakira teased which made everyone continue to laugh as she tried pushing his head out. “You’re making yourself look ridiculous, come on, out,” Zakira persuaded Daunte as she managed to push his head out of the carriage.

“Go, go find Zaida, make sure she’s ok. Ajay is supposed to be with her, let him be with her. I know you love me and you want to stay with me, but I don’t know how narrow the streets may be and you can’t ride next to me. I know you want to, but you can’t ok? Go, go find Zaida.” Zakira ordered him before Daunte huffed and finally let Ajay lead him away.

“I swear, he gets anxiety if we’re separated.” Zakira joked as everyone else continued to snicker their laughter. “I wanted to bring his mama instead because she is much calmer and isn’t nearly as spirited as he is but he wouldn’t let me leave Willow without him and I didn’t need a pack horse so Daunte it was, besides I’m pretty sure Fawn is pregnant anyway, she didn’t need that kind of stress on her body.” Zakira shrugged.

Zakira soon found Thalia, Dalia’s daughter next to her between her and Sulaimon and Shaeen, Dalia’s son right across from her, Shaeen looking at her like she was the most beautiful, sublime creature he had ever seen and Zakira could tell he had a crush on her, even though he was only 9 while Thalia was only 6 and Sura who was 4 and sitting between Dalia and Yanni, drawing on a piece of paper while Dalia’s two year old sat on Dalia’s lap while they broke into the breakfast basket that had all sorts of foods in it to eat breakfast on the way there.

“So how long will it take to get to the coast?” Zakira asked between bites of her breakfast.

“About half an hour.” Dalia answered.

“Oh that’s not bad.” Zakira nodded before she got into her bag and got her notebook she had been writing songs in along with a thesaurus and a pencil.

“What are you doing?” Thalia asked.

“I’m writing some songs for the concert in a few days.” Zakira answered.

“Why do you need a thesaurus?” Thalia questioned.

“Well a thesaurus will give me words that are similar to other words so that the song will have the same meaning but will still rhyme. Like for instance...” Zakira started going through examples and had Thalia read the songs herself since only in the last two years she was learning how to read herself as everyone else watched on in amusement and appreciation as the other families of Willow continued to gather and get ready to go before they all finally left for the coast.

However the time passed quickly as they watched Zakira continue to work with Thalia who seemed to learn more from the brief time with Zakira than she usually did spending her whole day with the private tutors back at home while Yanni seemed to be just as inspired by Zakira’s songs that he took out a stack of music sheets and started to write melodies and writing down Zakira’s songs on them.

As soon as the ocean breeze blew and wafted into the carriage Zakira was pulled from the books to look out and could faintly see the ocean in the distance, smiling excitedly at the sight of such beautiful blue waters and the gentle morning waves.

“So how often do you guys get to go to the beach?” Zakira asked Thalia.

“A lot during the summer,” Thalia answered. “Usually once a week or once every two weeks. It’s a lot of fun, I always eat so many prawns!” Thalia answered excitedly.

“I know I saw you eat a lot of them yesterday,” Zakira giggled before Thalia listed off all the seafood she liked or didn’t like and before Zakira knew it they were at the shore and it was time to leave the carriage before Sully picked out his preferred spot and their servants began to set up the large tent like canopies and chairs and things for everyone.

Soon however Daunte returned to her without Ajay.

“Oh my goodness, where’s Ajay? You didn’t buck him off did you?” Zakira laughed and got his riding pad and halter off of him as she saw Ajay nearby, his family and Zaida’s family having a similar set up as her own.

“Come on, let’s get in the water while they’re setting up.” Dalia invited as she and her sisters and sisters in law and the guys started stripping down to their bathing suites while the babies simply wore special diapers. Zakira agreed and stripped down to her bathing suit and everyone including Sulaimon fought not to stare, she was the sexiest woman there before Zakira got Anna back from Sulaimon and walked with everyone else towards the water, her feet sinking into the silky soft sand with Daunte still following her like a puppy before he stopped and sniffed at the waves washing up onto the shore.

“Now you just have to be careful because the waves can get strong enough to knock you over and over there is a rip tide where a current can pull you out to sea.” Gulnar warned as they walked out into the water, it getting deeper, the water coming up to their upper thighs, because it was late summer, the waters were perfectly warm yet refreshing before they found the sand bar and sat down on it with the babies and little kids as the older kids went out into the deeper water with their grandpa or ‘Papa’ as they called him before he started throwing them out, all of them squealing and laughing as their Papa threw them, all of them knowing how to swim and swimming back to him once they reemerged before swimming back so he could throw them again, the water being wonderfully refreshing as Daunte came into the water and started playing in it before he came out to see Zakira before the other horses joined him in the water, all of them banding together and went out further in the water to swim and play in the water too, the younger kids from Willow swimming with them and playing games around the horses and getting onto their backs when the horses were in water deep enough that they could stand and would stand on the horse’s back and jump off of them as Shaeen found Zakira’s younger cousin, Zakila, who was his age and looked like a younger and slightly lighter version of Zakira herself and promptly fell in love with her and befriended her and wouldn’t leave her side.

“Here, I’ll take Anna so you can enjoy the deeper water.” Coral invited to Zakira before Anna happily went to Coral who started to teach Anna how to swim a little as Sulaimon and Zakira took to the deeper water themselves.

“Can you swim?” Sulaimon asked her.

“Yeah, I’m just trying to get used to the rhythm of the waves.” Zakira answered as her body adjusted to the rhythm the ocean seemed to have. “Does it sting to open your eyes under the water?” Zakira asked.

“It does a little but your eyes get used to it after a while.” Sulaimon answered.

“Ok, well let me try.” Zakira prompted and dove into the waters and opened her eyes, preparing herself for the sting but once she did, she saw the reef that was further out and began swimming to it with Sulaimon swimming next to her under the water before she had to breathe and came up to the surface above the water.

“Wow!” Zakira awed as she looked down through the crystal clear waters to see the gorgeous coral reef.

“It’s called a coral reef. They’re like special animals that live like plants, some of them sting you if you touch them though.” Sulaimon informed her.

“Can you show me which ones to touch and not to touch? I’m pretty sure I can dive down that deep.” Zakira asked hopefully.

“Yeah, come on, deep breath.” Sulaimon encouraged before both of them took a deep breath and dove down, Sulaimon pointing to different ones and nodding no before pointing to others and nodding yes before reaching out to touch them while the brightly and beautifully colored fish swam around them before Zakira reached out to touch the same ones Sulaimon did before they swam back up to the surface to breathe again.

“Now there are some really big fish and sharks that you have to look out for, I’ll point those out to you too, if they come close, reach out, grab them by the nose and push down and away.” Sulaimon tried to inform her as they both caught their breath.

“Ok,” Zakira nodded breathlessly as she tread water before they continued to dive and Sulaimon pointed at an eel and nodded ‘no’ to Zakira before seeing a few sail fish out deeper then they saw sting rays, Sulaimon taking Zakira’s hand over to them and showing her how she could pet them before she did, the sting rays swimming curiously around them in the water, brushing up against them before swimming away before they saw a shark patrolling the reef at a comfortable distance and Sulaimon brought Zakira back up to the surface.

“Ok that huge fish, that’s a shark, but it’s a kind that doesn’t attack, I’ve swam right next to those kind before. So we’re ok. Having fun?” Sulaimon explained and asked as he noticed how Zakira couldn’t stop smiling.

“The most fun I’ve ever had in my life, this is great.” Zakira beamed as she caught her breath before they continued to dive some more seeing more different kinds of fish than Zakira knew existed before Zakira felt her milk come in and knew Anna would be getting hungry.

“Ok, my milk came in I gotta go back and nurse Anna.” Zakira informed Sulaimon before they swam back just as Anna started to get a tiny bit fussy and started looking around for her mama.

“I know, I know, time to eat.” Zakira cooed to Anna as she took her back and noticed Sulaimon’s other sisters were nursing their babies right out into the water, leaning against their husbands chests as their husbands had their backs to the waves to serve as a wave break so their wives could nurse comfortably and the babies wouldn’t choke or drown. And so Sulaimon got into position and for the first time Zakira cozied up to Sulaimon’s chest and did what his sisters and sisters in law were doing. Zakira relaxing completely as she let Sulaimon wrap his arms around her waist to help hold her up and in place and sighing in relief as Anna drained her full breast and then sighing in happiness and contentment at the feeling of being with family and being in Sulaimon’s embrace.

“So how was the reef?” Coral asked.

“Gorgeous, I love it.” Zakira beamed before she turned her head and leaned up to kiss Sulaimon on the cheek. “Thanks for showing it to me.” Zakira thanked him sweetly and Sulaimon couldn’t help but kiss her cheek back as everyone managed not to squeal at the sign of affection while Zakira smiled brightly and giggled in turn, realizing how good Sulaimon’s kiss felt on her cheek while her mind wondered what his kisses would feel like all over her, her cheeks staining deep rose at the salacious thought.

“You’re welcome, any time.” Sulaimon murmured as he couldn’t help but purr happily again and nuzzled his face next to hers as she nuzzled back, a loving and adoring smile gracing her features. Oh yeah. She could see herself living the rest of her life here, with Sulaimon.

“The tent is ready my lady and the restaurant will have lunch ready within half an hour.” Sidra, Coral’s lady in waiting informed Coral and everyone else as she waded into the water, picking up her skirt so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Thank you Sidra.” Coral thanked her appreciatively. Once the babies were done nursing, they got up and waded back to shore before drying off and getting redressed before going into a restaurant that was on the other side of the road that separated the beach from city, everyone dawning their flower necklaces again as they came in and saw a very large table set up with name Kouri, which was the family’s last name on it and had been covered in banana leaves and they sat down as wine and punch was brought out to drink, Zakira preferring the super sweet punch to the wine that was a bit dry before more pitchers were brought out that had spiced rum mixed in with the punch for the grown ups that Zakira could have gulped and chugged down it was so good to go along with the fresh bread and oils and sauces to snack on while their lunch was being cooked.  

“I need like a vat of this to take home, it’s so good.” Zakira giggled as she drank the rum punch and felt the alcohol relax her and bring happiness and merriment to her heart before laughing even more at the jokes Sulaimon and his family started to tell before a feast was brought out and put on the table while Sulaimon finally was brave enough to put his arm around her shoulders as he sat next to her.

“Oh my gods, that’s a bug! A very big ugly bug!” Zakira noted with a snickering laugh as she looked at the very large lobster that was halved as she picked up a feeler and lifted it to look at the outside as the others roared with laughter at her assessment of it.

“It does, but it’s a delicious bug.” Sulaimon snickered as he took one of the knives on the table and cut her a little bite of it before dipping it into a butter then a spicy sauce and handed it to her before she took a bite of it while it was still in his hand since Zakira was still in her lap as she held her and bounced her a little on her thigh as Zakira made a face at the thought of eating a bug as the others laughed in amusement before she blinked in surprise at the taste.

“Do you like it?” Sulaimon asked.

“I do, I didn’t think I would but I do.” Zakira had to admit before Sulaimon put the rest of the bite in her mouth and she chewed it with a pleased grin before Sulaimon got a bite of the lobster and dipped it into a little bit of butter and handed it to Anna to try. Anna however immediately liked it and tried to eat his fingers to eat the rest of it.

“Ok, ok, ok, don’t actually eat me!” Sulaimon teased Anna who laughed evilly which got everyone else to laugh at her laugh.

“Oh yeah, she’s a stinker, come on, she won’t bite me.” Sully invited with a chuckle before Zakira passed Anna over to him so he could feed her before Zakira dug into the food that was put directly onto the banana leaves, loving all the different flavors and sauces and sides and variety of everything and noting how each fish tended to taste different but loved everything, especially the crab and the smaller sweeter fish and the roasted pork that had had been turned on a spit, it had been glazed with coconut milk while rubbed with spices so it’s skin was crisp and practically candied while the meat was tender, well flavored and still wonderfully moist.

Once they started slowing down eating the main course, the desserts were brought out, sweet doughnuts rolled in honey and sugar that Zakira nearly inhaled, her appetite being just as big as it was yesterday if not more so and for the first time in two years, besides her pregnancy, she actually felt hungry and in more ways than one. The closer Sulaimon inched closer to her the closer she found herself inching closer to him until she found his arm around her once more, once he was done eating and wiped his hands off on his napkin, this time his fingertips gently grazing over her shoulder and upper arm as she snuggled into his side and sipped the rum punch so she wouldn’t get drunk, just delightfully buzzed and relaxed and happy as Anna curled into Sully’s arms and chest and fell asleep, her belly full and Sully’s purring lulling her to take a nap as the other babies fell asleep too as the kids started to almost nod off themselves since their bellies were full too.

After they were done, Sully ordered a few more gallon jugs of the rum punch and discretely paid for it since he had sent the money to pay for lunch with his servants ahead of time. And once they were delivered, everyone thanked Sully for buying lunch and took their jugs and back to their canopy on the beach, all the kids and the grandparents taking a nap which left the adults and parents freedom to do what they wanted.

“Hey Kira, me and the other girls were gonna race our horses on the beach, did you want to race Daunte?” Grace invited.

“You know I think I will.” Zakira nodded in agreement and left and got Daunte who was laying down in the sand, having followed the other horses around and had been watered and fed when the other horses had been fed and watered as Sulaimon and his siblings and their mates followed her curiously.

“Hey Dante, you wanna race Baby?” Zakira asked him as she got up on his back once he rolled over to his stomach so she could get on him before he got up, Zakira directing him with her words and legs as she held onto his long mane since he wasn’t wearing his bridal or anything before the other horses got into a group as everyone lined the beach, the horses racing on the shore where the water met the sand, Zakira taking a rear spot on purpose.

“Why are you back there?” Sulaimon asked.

“He races better if he has other horses to pass.” Zakira answered as she pat his neck.

“Wouldn’t you feel better in a saddle?” Tavi asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” Zakira waived off before the other horses got in place. “But you should go to the finish line.” Zakira grinned mischievously before Sulaimon and his siblings and their mates eagerly and quickly jogged down the beach to get to the finish line in time.

“Ready? Set? Go!” Grace’s mom called out before Zakira kicked then held on tight as Daunte sprung into action and raced going out into the water a little to pass the other horses as Zakira encouraged him by saying ‘Go Baby Go!’

“Wow! Look at him go!” Sulaimon and everyone else exclaimed when they saw how Daunte kept passing every horse until he was in the lead and still pulled out ahead until he saw another horse up ahead on the beach who wasn’t even racing and kicked into the fastest run he had to catch even that horse as Zakira held on tight with her legs but smiled brightly and let go of his mane to pull her arms out wide to mimic the feeling like she was flying and right now she could swear she was because of how much her heart was soaring.

“Holy shit, that has to be the fastest horse I’ve ever seen!” Tavi exclaimed, which was saying something because his family also raced horses as Zakira ran past them to win the race but Daunte wouldn’t slow down until he ran up and passed the last horse on the beach, Sulaimon and his family watching in curious amusement once Daunte had passed that horse did he finally slow down and let Zakira lead him back to the others.

“You show off!” Zakira teased Daunte as she relaxed on his back and pet his neck as he came back.

“What would you think about breeding him?” Tavi asked.

“I don’t know if he would know what to do.” Zakira snorted a laugh. “But if you wanted to, sure, I don’t mind.” Zakira shrugged before she looked over at Sulaimon who seemed to read her mind and helped her down from her horse, her sliding down into his waiting arms as he took a moment and just held her bridal style for a moment before he let her back down on her feet.

“Thank you,” Zakira smiled at him before she went up to Daunte and pet him before he rubbed his face on her front again. “Yes I love you too, you raced really good, I’m very proud, now go, go play.” Zakira ordered as she gestured to the other horses before he trotted away and bumped his sister who was Grace’s horse who was the second horse to pass the finish line before she took Sulaimon’s hand as he walked her back down the beach, the two falling into a very easy and delightful conversation before it got a little deeper.

“So how come you’re the only one of your siblings still unmarried?” Zakira asked him as she walked along side him on the beach, her fingers intertwined with his as the waves crashed up and covered their feet as they stepped into the fading hoof prints.

“Well I’d like to say I’ve been waiting for you to come along but that’s not the truth.” Sulaimon admitted with a little huff of a laugh and a sigh before Zakira’s prompting look pushed him to explain.

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve picked up on this, but I was really awkward and shy as a kid and a teenager and I couldn’t talk to girls or women to save my life and I don’t have a head for my father’s business, well, besides the book keeping part, so since I was kind of aimless as a teenager, I got recruited by the army and found out I was good at it and finally found an aim and a purpose and since I wasn’t the first born son who is usually pushed to follow tradition, I was free to choose the army and once I was in, I loved it and threw myself into it as a career and I was always at the top of my classes and performed really well and flew up the ranks but because I was so focused on my career and always around the training arena, I never really had a life outside of it and never really socialized with anyone but my fellow men and it wasn’t until I turned 20 when I was the youngest general ever appointed that I realized all of my men who were usually older than me, all had families and by that point all my siblings had been meeting people and getting married and having kids and even though all of them tried to set me up at each wedding, I never clicked with anyone. And unless you’re in an active battle or war, or training, being a general is a really boring job so I started reading a lot to fill my time and read a lot of really good books and after that, every girl I met just seemed so flat or shallow, I guess, or gold diggers. All they saw was my titles or my family home and any and all prestige my family and I had and they never really saw me and living at home with everyone getting married and starting their families only made my own singleness almost unbearable so I moved out and into the barracks with my men who were single and it became a little easier and after that I was just in a rut.” Sulaimon explained, keeping his gaze down at the sand instead of at Zakira who listened patiently.

“I can understand that, the rut part I mean. And I hope you never think I’m...” Zakira tried to explain as she realized she really only started to really warm up to him recently, but it was on account of his merits and personality and family, not because of what he was or anything outside of that, she had been happy and content with just thinking he was just as relatively poor as she was.

“Oh gods, no! Never.” Sulaimon quickly reassured her and lifted his head to consider her. “No, I know for certain you’re not like that, not even close.” Sulaimon added with a meaningful look that Zakira smiled appreciatively at that.

“Thank you.” Zakira grinned. “But yeah I can totally understand the rut part, that’s been the last two years of my life. After my mother passed, I found out I was pregnant only a month later. Then it was a struggle just trying to prepare for Zahir and my father to return and getting ready for the baby and then days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and just doing the same things over and over again, making cloth diapers for the baby and making my brother’s old room a nursery since he would be building a house for himself and Grace when he would be getting back and once I had over a hundred diapers in every size a baby could possibly need and more baby blankets and clothes than any baby could ever wear and it was only half way through my pregnancy. Then I was so listless, I cooked every recipe I knew of and invented dozens more but…. slowly but surely every passion I had faded and died and I was left an anxious mess and then none of my food tasted right because it was like every flavor faded and was bland and I couldn’t write any songs because my creative well dried up and I couldn’t play any instruments because everything sounded off and flat in my ears and I couldn’t bring myself to even dance because I didn’t feel like dancing and it didn’t matter how good any rhythm was played, it would never move me and it didn’t matter how many times I cleaned the house top to bottom it still felt empty and lifeless and suffocating-ly small, which compared to even my room at the palace it kind of is, but it felt that way because my family wasn’t in it and then I just couldn’t stand the sight of the actual house and so I would go walking and just walk and walk until the village wasn’t in sight any more and my feet hurt so bad I couldn’t walk anymore and Fawn and Daunte would still follow me because he was a yearling at the time and Zahir and I helped birth Daunte together a few months before he left and he had promised me that we would train Daunte how to take a rider together once he came back but that never happened. So then once I couldn’t walk anymore, Fawn would get down on the ground and let me step over her and then take me back to the village and I would just cry the whole way back because- here I was, pregnant, about to bring life into the world and I couldn’t be happy about it because I didn’t have my immediate family to be happy about it with and then once my feet healed I would just spend all day in the fields with my herds and just lay on a blanket in the tall grass with a pile of fruit and then one day when I was out in the field napping, just waiting to hear Zahir’s voice to greet me when I went into labor and I fought it, for a whole day, my friends cousins dragged me back to my house and I fought every step of the way because I didn’t want to give birth without Zahir. My mother in law and my sisters in law and aunts and cousins and friends still gathered around me and Zamira and her mother and grandmother helped deliver Anna. I had never been around so many people but still felt so isolated and alone. It took three days to birth Anna. The first I was in denial I was in labor and mentally did everything I could to convince my body that I wasn’t in labor and to wait just another day, another week but one thing I found out was that when a woman’s body goes into labor, it’s something that can’t be brought out of, especially when it’s time for the baby to come out and then it took two more days in hard labor, but because I had fought it so bad, my body took an extra long time to finally relax and get in the groove. It was awful. I was beyond weak, because you can’t really eat anything while you’re in labor and Mira and her mother and grandmother tried to make me drink this special tea but it tasted disgusting and so I didn’t drink enough of it and I almost died a few times. But when Anna came out, I finally found my will to live again and was able to bounce back and then it was back to the waiting game but the more time went on, the angrier I got because Zahir had missed so much and then when Anna was only a few months old, finally the men came back. But I was so heartbroken that Zahir wasn’t among them or even my father and brother weren’t among them either that I fell into a depression that lasted the whole winter. I barely ate, I managed to eat just enough to keep my milk flowing but I still lost a lot of weight, I was practically skin and bones with boobs by spring even though I had half the village staying with me and taking care of my house and feeding me, some of them a little forcefully.” Zakira chuckled at the ‘forcefully’ part as she remembered Zara Joy and several others practically stuffing her mouth and all of you laughing as they moved her jaw to chew for her before she would give in and chew on her own.

“And then once spring came I got out of the worst of it but I still felt like I was in a rut until Zara Joy came back with Lomi and when Anna took to him as well as she did and when Zara Joy told me about you, it piqued my interest and I felt like I had been stirred back to life and here I came, but the closer we got to the Crown City- the more nervous and anxious I got because I doubted everything Zara Joy and Lomi told me because I had it in my head that because Zahir’s promise to return to me didn’t come true that nothing anyone ever said would ever come true either because he along with my parents had never ever lied to me before.” Zakira explained as she did her best not to cry as Sulaimon let go of her hand to wrap his arm around his shoulders while her arm wrapped around his waist as her head rested on his shoulder, his heart breaking at her confession while also warming at the realization that she was finally letting him in and so he listened closely and respectfully as they continued to walk along the beach until they had passed his family’s tent like canopy going the other direction before Sulaimon offered every comforting thought he could think of before he assured and reassured her that he would never lie to her either before he stopped walking and hugged her again and just held her for a few long moments because he could tell she just needed a hug and Zakira was ever so thankful and grateful he seemed to be able to pick up on that and hugged him back tightly and held him in turn and really let all her anxiety and anger go and simply stayed in the moment, smelling the ocean and the flowers from the flower necklaces which seemed to have lasted an unusually long time and were still as fresh as they had been when they had been picked but most importantly, smelling Sulaimon and felt the softness of his fur on her face and the warmth of the sunshine and his embrace and couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t help but feel like this was where she was meant to be. She felt truly safe and happy and completely at peace again. When she pulled away she wasted no time in actually kissing him, framing his face and kissing him firmly. Sulaimon’s eyes went wide for only half a heartbeat before he closed his eyes and kissed her back, keeping his arms wrapped around her tightly and keeping her flush against him as Zakira’s arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders and clung to him like he was her lifeline and for all intensive purposes, he was.

And when Sulaimon deepened the kiss and threaded his fingers though her hair as one hand came up to rest behind her head as the other arm wrapped possessively around her back, the floodgates opened and Zakira kissed him for all she was worth and it felt so much better than she thought it would, or even better than she could have imagined and it ignited a fire within them both that Sulaimon had never felt before while Zakira was only all too familiar with but was so happy and grateful it returned with full force and the more they kissed the more alive she felt until she was just as alive as she felt before there was ever even a hint of a war or battle.

“I love you,” Sulaimon professed when they finally broke for air.  

“I love you too.” Zakira returned and it didn’t feel forced, it felt true and honest and real.

“Will you marry me?” Sulaimon asked.

“Absolutely, I want you, Anna and I to move into your parents house to live with the rest of your family though.” Zakira claimed as they put their foreheads together and stared adoringly in each other’s eyes.

“Consider it done. We could move in tonight if you wanted to.” Sulaimon immediately answered which got Zakira to laugh.

“Ok maybe not tonight, but definitely after Zara Joy’s wedding.” Zakira allowed.

“Actually I heard talk of Zara Joy’s wedding becoming a mass wedding,” Sulaimon hinted.

“You know that’s funny because Zara Joy may have given me a dress that could totally be a wedding dress too, the note Zara Joy put with it said to wear it to her wedding and at the concert but I’m fairly certain it is a wedding dress in it’s own right and it’s in my favorite color, purple.” Zara smiled brightly with a mischievous glint in her eyes that Sulaimon completely fell in love with.

“You could wear anything and make it look amazing.” Sulaimon praised.

“Aww, likewise,” Zakira cooed. “I guess we’ll have to go ask Zara Joy for a ring now.” Zakira giggled excitedly.

“No need, I already have a ring, it’s in my pocket with my daggers.” Sulaimon beamed.

“Really?” Zakira asked before Sulaimon took her hand and began running back to the canopy with her, both of them laughing with delight before they came back into the canopy as Coral, Sully and the children all woke up before Sulaimon got the ring out and everyone reached out for each other and shook each other as they did their best not to squeal before Sulaimon took a knee in front of Zakira in the middle of the canopy as everyone gathered around them, all of them holding tightly to each other as the brightest most excited smiles plastered themselves onto their faces.

“Zakira SuNamune, will you marry me?” Sulaimon asked as he presented his father’s ring which Sully had been working on for over a year. An exquisite alexandrite ring with halos of diamonds all around it, Sully had picked it because it was by far one of the most beautiful rings he had ever created and the alexandrite matched Zakira’s eyes and when Sully had met Zakira, Sully knew that the ring had been fated for her and that it belonged to her. Especially when she had come to his house wearing his jewelry that you had bought for her, all of her jewelry in fact had been bought from Sully since you had brought all of Zakira’s outfits into his shop and he and his sons had matched their best jewelry to each outfit. You had paid him handsomely for every piece, having brought actual bars of gold to pay for it all on a little cart to pull everything since it was far too heavy to carry and had raved about Zakira to them which got them very interested in trying to meet her.

“Yes!” Zakira squealed happily before everyone cheered and Sulaimon jumped to his feet and put the ring on as Zakira started crying happy tears, a bright happy smile never leaving her lips and by a small miracle, it fit perfectly and Zakira kissed Sulaimon again before peppering every inch of his face with kisses as he picked her up and spun her around happily as Anna shrieked in happiness and kicked excitedly from her spot in Sully’s arms before Sulaimon put Zakira down so they could go over to her.

Zakira took Anna from Sully and started kissing her all over too before she turned to Sulaimon.

“Daddy.” Zakira said to Anna as she pointed to Sulaimon before placing her hand on Sulaimon’s chest as Sulaimon started to tear up and put his hand over Zakira’s and squeezed affectionately.

“Dada?” Anna repeated as she looked from her mother to Sulaimon before she reached for him. “Dada!” Anna squealed happily again as Sulaimon happily took her and hugged her tightly and started crying as did everyone else.

“That’s right, I’m your Dada, and I’ll be the best Dada I can be and I’ll love you forever.” Sulaimon vowed to Anna who hugged him back before Anna just kept saying ‘Dada!’ over and over and over again as her legs kicked excitedly and she started kissing him all over too as Zakira stood by and cried even more before she came into Sulaimon’s embrace again as Sulaimon hugged his girls tightly and kept going back and forth, kissing one and then kissing the other as everyone cheered which got the daughters of Willow to come and check out what was going on.

“Is everything ok?” They asked as they cautiously came into the canopy.

“Yes! Guess what?!” Zakira asked before she shoved her left hand into their faces before they screamed and squealed in excitement before they hugged her and kissed her and Sulaimon before they grabbed Zakira by the left hand before Zakira grabbed Sulaimon’s hand and happily let them drag her and Sulaimon out of his parent’s canopy and out with the rest of them, all of them squealing the news to their cousins and friends who all rushed over to them. Zakira being the last one to officially get engaged but also being the one that all her friends and extended family had been waiting for and soon Sulaimon was almost overwhelmed with hugs and kisses to the cheeks by all people of Willow while also getting congratulated by all his friends and family as well since they too had followed him out of the canopy, all the mothers and fathers of Willow congratulating Coral and Sully on having Zakira as a future daughter in law.

Especially Zuhrah’s mother Zohar who’s son was Zahir and gave some amazing insights to them about Zakira as well as a lot of well deserved and earned praise and then once Zakira announced that she would be moving to the crown city, all the daughters of Willow who would be doing the same rejoiced before Zuhrah requested to buy Zakira’s house so that her and Riyad could move into it and Zakira immediately agreed and simply requested to come during the harvest time and still collect her grapes to make wine from them to which Zuhrah readily agreed and offered to tend to Zakira’s vines during the year and also offered that when Zakira and her family would come, that they could take half the produce that was ready at that time of year and that if she came during the early harvest which was in summer that she could keep half the produce on the lands then too since Zakira’s lands always produced the most and best produce anyway and Zakira ended up giving most of it away and was more than even the whole village could consume which Zakira readily agreed to as well, Sully and Coral readily agreed to make the trip to Willow at least twice a year and whenever Zakira wished to go and visit which Zakira was especially grateful for.

Then as the afternoon went on, Zakira and Sulaimon walked along the beach and collected seashells and sea glass as they talked about their future and what they wanted and needed from each other which was eye opening yet thrilling and comforting for both of them since they realized they both needed the same things from the other and realized they showed affection in very similar ways too which pleased them both greatly before the winds picked up and the waves got bigger, big enough to surf a little on them. Sulaimon and his siblings and their mates pulling out their surfboards and showing Zakira how to surf which Zakira wasn’t immediately great at but had a lot of fun trying and learning anyway.

Once it got to be dinner time, they went back into the city for dinner, a different restaurant this time which had a different kind of rum punch, this one had lots of mango, coconut and pineapple, where as the other one at lunch seemed to be passion fruit, papaya and pineapple and a special watermelon drink that had special rum poured directly into a watermelon that had a hole bored into the side and then shaken up and then a thick wire inserted to crush the flesh to release the juices held into the flesh and Zakira loving both just as much and drinking them and eating another seafood spread, this one heavy on the crabs, prawns, lobster and a very great variety of fish, fried and in curry sauces with heavenly rice and Zakira got to try mussels which she didn’t particularly care for and all kinds of clams which she did like very much, the smaller ones especially and oysters which she liked too before trying squids and cuttlefish and even an octopus, preferring the stewed and heavily spiced curried ones better than the grilled ones she didn’t care for the tough texture of the grilled ones. All while Sulaimon and his family took mental notes on. Sulaimon hand fed her since her arms were full since she nursed Anna through part of dinner and once Anna was done, Coral got her back and tried feeding her more fish, prawns and lobster since those three tended to be her favorites as Anna seemed to transform into the perfect baby for her new grandparents, also for dinner they seemed to have a few new guests, a lot of the daughters of Willow and their families had come in and Zakila and Shaeen shared a seat as they ate together, Zakila being taken with Shaeen just as much as he was taken with her, the two giggling and murmuring and whispering lowly to each other and Zakira watched on to make sure her cousin still behaved herself while Dalia and Yanni watched their son with much amusement and only hoped this new romance would last, Zakila was absolutely stunning, even for a girl of only 9, they could see she would grow into a devastatingly handsome woman when she grew up. But she wasn’t the only one, a few more girls had found their way to Zakira’s table to eat with the children of Sulaimon’s brothers and sisters, having radiated to the Rakshasa children just like their big sisters had and excited to make new friends.

After dinner, they all went back to the beach to watch the sunset. Sulaimon sitting on his beach lounge chair with Zakira sitting between his legs as she laid back on him while he had one arm around her waist again, this time Zakira lovingly stroked his arm and the back of his hand with both of her hands with her light but super soft blanket over them as Anna laid her head and chest on Sulaimon’s shoulder a small blanket over her as well as she cuddled into his neck while her pelvis and legs rested on Zakira’s shoulder, her eyes growing heavier and heavier as she was tempted to go to sleep early especially when Sulaimon was purring and stroking her back tenderly over the blanket, it had been a big day for her with lots of excitement and new tasty foods and she had taken to the water like a fish and had loved trying to learn how to swim and had splashed and played in the water to her heart’s content and now she was resting on her parents and was happy. Her mama was happy and content and at peace and that seemed to bleed into her too.

Zakira flicked her eyes occasionally from the stunning sunset and her gorgeous engagement ring to her cousin Zakila who was sitting next to Shaeen on his beach lounge chair as Shaeen put his arm around her shoulders as they shared his light blanket since it was getting colder out as the two cuddled close before Zakila surprised Shaeen and herself by kissing Shaeen’s cheek sweetly, giggling softly when his ears laid back bashfully before he stole a kiss from her in turn, making her blush and giggle even more before she buried her face into the crux of his neck and shoulder as she hugged him and Zakira could only smile fondly at how innocent they both were, remembering how Zahir and herself would do that all the time when they were that age. Zakira expected herself to feel guilty over the memory but she didn’t feel anything of the sort. She found herself feeling grateful- that she had Zahir in her life for the time that she did while also being happy that she found happiness again. Somehow she knew that Zahir would be happy and proud of her for continuing to live her life and finding ways of being happy again and being strong enough to move on and love again. Anna fell asleep just as the sun set and was soon snoring softly in Sulaimon’s trained ear as the other families had started fires right on the beach and had even broke out the instruments they brought and had started to play which drew Zakira’s attention as she felt the music truly move her again and grinned when she realized she wanted Sulaimon to dance with her. She picked up the jug of watermelon punch from the sand beside them and took a long pull from it to really relax and feel loose before she sat up and picked up Anna from Sulaimon’s shoulder as he watched her curiously, wondering what she was up to.

“Coral, would you mind holding her for a while?” Zakira asked hopefully.

“Of course Sweetheart.” Coral smiled as she readily took Anna’s sleeping form into her arms since Sully already had his arms full with his two other infant grand children, both of them snoring blissfully away while their parents were cozied up too.

“Come on, dance with me,” Zakira invited as she giddily took Sulaimon’s hand and pulled him off his chair with an excited smile.

“Uh, I can’t really dance but ok...” Sulaimon mumbled as she let him lead him away as his siblings and their mates scrambled to get up and join them, knowing it was going to be a show if their brother who only danced when forced at weddings while being at least half drunk was going to dance as Coral got up too putting her palm over Anna’s ear as her other each was pressed to her chest so the noise of the music and the others wouldn’t wake her while Sully told his attendants to go ahead and start taking everything down so that when his children and their mates were done dancing, they could go home.

“You don’t know how to dance?” Zakira asked Sulaimon as she looked over at him as they walked over.

“Um...ok, I don’t dance well,” Sulaimon confessed.

“Oh, well maybe you just needed to find the right partner.” Zakira grinned cheekily which got Sulaimon to grin in turn. She did have a point.

“Coming to dance with us?” All the girls and young women asked excitedly when they saw her walking over to them, her walking stride matching the beat.

“Yes I am,” Zakira crooned before they all squealed in delight and rushed her to pull her into the center of them dancing before pulling Sulaimon’s sisters and sister’s in law with them too before they all started to dance to the beat, Sulaimon’s sisters along with Aila’s daughters learning how the daughters of Willow danced and learning to dance that way too before Grace started singing her signature song that was titillating and provocative to say the least but the way all the women danced in unison to the song, following Zakira’s lead spoke of it actually being one of her songs and the way they all rode the beat was beyond sexy and Sulaimon and every other man there watched on with hungry eyes and watering mouths and barely concealed hard on’s.

When Grace was done with her song, Hope sang hers and it was like every woman transformed into a belly dancer or even an exotic dancer at a private gentleman’s club but it was again, every girl taking the lead from Zakira and while each young woman put her own twists and flair to each move, Zakira still was the best, Joy had been right. Zakira was, hands down the best dancer, because she was sexy, sultry and classy without being vulgar. Grace though, she was quite vulgar and it seemed to be her mission to get Omar to loose his load in front of the gods and everyone as he danced with her.

“If that’s how Kira danced for her first husband, I’m pretty sure Anna came into existence soon after.” Yanni murmured lowly in Sulaimon’s ear and Sulaimon could only murmur an ‘uh huh’ and a nod in agreement, not even bothering to take his eyes off Zakira, he was practically hypnotized by the sway of her hips, the jiggle of her breasts and the curve of her smile.

“Let me guess, Anna is going to be a big sister tonight.” Murad teased as he bumped Sulaimon’s arm with his own which still didn’t break Sulaimon’s gaze off of her.

“Uh huh,” Sulaimon said more firmly with a more emphatic nod which got his brothers and brothers in law to snicker a laugh before Ziva started singing her song as she got Riyad, the strawberry blonde tiger to sway with her from behind to the sensual beat and rhythm as all the other girls went and grabbed their mates and led them back between the fires all of them not even putting up a fight or anything before Zakira pulled Sulaimon’s arms up and out a bit and then nestled her back against his front as her hands held onto his.

“Ok, try to keep up with me.” Zakira purred over her shoulder giving him a look that Sulaimon swore could melt his clothes off and keep his dick hard forever. And for the first time without much alcohol involved, Sulaimon did his best to move with her and surprised himself and his family when he was able to keep up enough with her. Of course her subtle but completely intentional- grinding her ass into his dick and once she had it squarely in the dip between her butt cheeks and then sliding them up and down his shaft had a lot to do with it too. She had been right, it was all about having the right dance partner. That and the music was very easy to dance to as well, even the King and Queen were dancing the same way they all were.

“Zakira, it’s your turn, sing ‘Drunk In Love’!” all the girls and young women begged and pleaded before Zeena sang her little bit to tempt to try to sing it as the musicians began to play the song all of them giving Zakira hopeful looks.

“I’ll do Zahir’s part.” Zed offered.

“Please?!” They all pleaded which made Zakira laugh and shake her head and hide her blushing face behind her hands as she stopped dancing.

“No,” Zakira shook her head no as she palmed her own burning cheeks.

“Why?!” They all asked.

“I don’t want to embarrass him!” Zakira pointed to Sulaimon over her shoulder.

“Why would I be embarrassed?” Sulaimon asked.

“Well, it’s a very sexual song that usually has a very sensual dance to go along with it.” Zakira informed him.

“Why would that embarrass me? If it would make you happy and if it’s something you want to do, you should do it, don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine.” Sulaimon reassured her.

“Ok fine,” Zakira quickly caved which got everyone to cheer. “Zed, you can do Zahir’s part if you want to but I’m gonna change my part so go ahead and do what you feel is right.” Zakira grinned as they all squealed in delight, knowing Zakira’s songs that she was inspired with on the spot were always some of her best work as Zakira took a deep breath and did a small voice exercise to make sure her voice wouldn’t crack. “Ok, one more time Zeena.” Zakira bid her before Zeena did her little part as Zakira moved to a rhythm that no drum was playing to but Sulaimon still moved with her because she was currently hiding his hard on and his body demanded that it move with her and to always be moving with her for the rest of it’s life as his hands rested on her waist and hips.

“I been drinkin, I been drinkin, I get filthy when that liquor get into me. I’ve been thinkin, I’ve been thinkin. Why can’t I keep my fingers off it? Baby, I want you, na, na,” Zakira sang out as her hands went to Sulaimon’s thighs and raked up them with her clawed hands to his hips and then his ass and squeezed as Sulaimon paused and tried not to come from just that simple touch as everyone hollered in excitement as they followed suit and their mates were in a similar position Sulaimon was in as the rolled in at the same rhythm her hips were already moving before she continued to sing her song, changing the lyrics to involve more innuendo than anything.

“Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty Daddy, I want you, na na. Drunk in love, I want you….” Zakira grinded herself especially hard when she said ‘Daddy’ with a mischievous grin over her shoulder at him. “We woke up in the kitchen saying ‘how the hell did this shit happen?’ oh baby. Drunk in love. We be all night. Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding off...” Zakira sang as she practically slithered down Sulaimon’s body, his hands stroking up her sides and back as she went down and back up again, his hands following the same path that they had made on her way down before finding their place on her waist and hips again as Sulaimon’s breath crashed from his lungs, that was hands down, the sexiest thing anyone had ever done to him and he was ready to pick her up and find her horse and jump on it and ride off back home that instant because he needed her like he needed air in his lungs. But they were surrounded by people and spectators and so he could do little else but pull her hard against him and grind subtly back into her. “Drunk in love!” Zakira sang out with a growl in her own voice that Sulaimon could have sworn sounded Rakshasa to him and only turned him on more and as Zakira continued to sing, thankfully the other girls joined in as back up but Zakira’s voice still carried over everyone and everything and was the most beautiful voice anyone from the Crown City had ever heard before. The more she sang and danced, the brighter her smile got as did everyone else’s. The daughters of Willow rejoicing that their favorite daughter had come back to herself. Sulaimon was one lucky man.

After the song ended everyone rejoiced and cheered before Sulaimon just couldn’t take it anymore, he looked over to where their canopy had been to see it had been taken down and the last of their things were being packed up to which he was ever so grateful for because it gave him a reason to pull away from the party.

“Things just got packed up, we should go home My Love, now.” Sulaimon growled sexily in Zakira’s ear before softly nipping her neck and shoulder which made her gasp in delight and the brightest most giddy smile plastered itself on her face again.

“Yup, time to go back.” Zakira nodded in agreement. “Good night guys! Time for us to call it a night.” Zakira bid everyone who wanted hugs and kisses on the cheeks and to give her their congratulations and praise before she was able to pull away and take Sulaimon’s arm once more as they made their way back to the carriages where Sulaimon put on his jacket and Zakira quickly put on her sweater jacket to stave off the chilly night air and got Anna back from Coral and kept her wrapped in her small blanket before getting into the carriage with Sulaimon, her small blanket covering the three of them as they cuddled close but all the blanket did was hide their stroking, Sulaimon stroking up Zakira’s sides and center through the bottoms of her bathing suit while Zakira stroked his still rock hard length through the fabric of his swim trunks until he had close to cumming and had to reach over and stop her hand to keep himself from cumming in the carriage in front of his sister and brother in law and their family who looked to be asleep but still but that didn’t stop him from going back to stroking her center, the pads of his fingers digging into her folds through her bathing suit bottoms before she took his hand and shoved it under her bathing suit before his fingers explored her curiously before finding her clit again and feeling the wetness drench his fingers as he sunk his fingers into her sopping wet core and found that oh so special spot inside her that made her head plow back into his shoulder as she bit her lips and shuddered a breath through her nose as her eyes looked at Dalia and Yanni to make sure they were asleep as she shifted so he could please her more comfortably as she tried to silently enjoy this wonderful pleasure as Sulaimon did his best to use her subdued reactions to guide him and shortly before they got back to the palace, Zakira came around Sulaimon’s fingers, her clit engorging as her inner walls constricted and fluttered around his fingers as she held her breath and fisted her hand into his swim trunks as her head lulled back onto his shoulder as her eyes squeezed shut as her mouth was open in a silent scream as her whole body became tense then lax before she stilled his own hand and gave him the look he had been waiting for all this time, the ‘I’m going to have so much sex with you’ look before she kissed him hungrily before the carriage came to a stop and Sulaimon pulled his hands from her as he quickly but hungrily licked his fingers clean which made Zakira blush deeply before he gathered their stuff as Dalia and Yanni woke up too as the motion of the carriage stopping stirred them awake.

“Hey, would you mind if we came over tomorrow during lunch so we could discuss wedding plans?” Dalia asked.

“Uh, actually I already have a dress and jewelry but sure if you want to.” Zakira agreed.

“Ok, I’ll let my mom and my sisters know. Goodnight Kira, sweet dreams, when and if you actually get a chance to sleep.” Dalia giggled with a wink as Zakira giggled with her.

“Same to you.” Zakira snickered, kissing Dalia’s cheeks before Sulaimon helped her out of the carriage, Sulaimon’s other family leaving their carriages to hug and kiss her goodbye before she and Sulaimon slipped back into the palace with everyone else who had started to come back.

Once inside the room, Sulaimon put Anna into a little bassinette since she was still sleeping soundly before it felt like Zakira practically attacked him, trying to keep kissing him and stripping him out of his clothes as he did the same to her, literally using his claws to sever the strings of her bikini so that she was bared to him before she pinned him to the bed and eased herself down onto him, moaning in sweet relief at feeling filled and stretched again, for the first time since she gave birth as Sulaimon’s eyes nearly rolled backward in pleasure as his hands stroked all over her body, up those killer legs to her hips and waist then to her breasts before they started leaking milk as he then sat up to lick the milk up, his tongue making her shiver and giggle.

“May I?” He asked as he watched even more milk start to dribble out of her nipples.

“Help yourself.” She invited as he licked it up again and closed his mouth over a nipple as his purring became super loud because her milk was, actually so delicious, he almost felt guilty for ‘stealing it’ from Anna but he didn’t think she’d miss it. And the way Zakira was pushing her breast into his mouth and scratching his head, especially behind his ears while she rode him with the same rhythmic movements she had danced to earlier, and moaned at feeling the pressure being built up in her breasts get released was amazing. Even the feel of his arms wrapping around her in between stroking her body all over was amazing before he switched his attention to the other breast liking up the little river of milk dripping down her breast and rib cage, tasting the salt of the ocean on her skin before he rolled them and pinned her to the bed, his mouth kissing her mindless before kissing her neck and chest before kissing even lower, pulling out so he could kiss her ribcage and belly, especially each and every stretch mark she had on her lower belly that the bathing suit had covered up a little, kissing them with care and tenderness that had her eyes watering as she was becoming overwhelmed with emotion, he really did love her, every inch of her, she couldn’t help but feel loved and wanted and desired and sexy and it touched her mind, heart and soul, before he gave a teasing lick to her folds while he looked up from between her legs with a fire in his eyes that stole her breath away and had her gushing again as his tongue continued to lick and speared her folds, licking at her entrance hungrily, he never would have thought such a thing would have tasted so good, but it did and he it was driving him wild with lust and when his nose rutted up against her nub, her legs wrapped around his head as she writhed and made the most delicious sounds his ears had ever devoured.

“Sula, please, please, please,” Zakira pleaded desperately as he was getting her close to her second orgasm and when he traded his tongues for his fingers again so his tongue could sweetly torture her nub as he closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, it was all over, her legs squeezed his head as her toes curled and her whole body shuddered and convulsed as her belly fluttered as her chest heaved and her voice cut off as she called out his name which was music to his ears as she clawed at the bedding as Sulaiman rode out her orgasm and drank her cream up greedily, his loud purring a constant and even causing his tongue to have a slight vibrating quality which only made the sensations that much more potent.

“Holy shit, wooow.” Zakira panted as she came down from her high and caught her breath.

“Thanks,” Sulaiman grinned as gave her swollen woman hood one last teasing lick which caused her to shiver before he kissed his way back up her body.

“You ok? Or do you need a minute?” He asked with the smuggest grin ever.

“How did you get that good at that?” Zakira asked as she playfully narrowed her eyes at him.

“Uh, honestly, I usually suck at that, I’ve only done that once before and she nearly clawed my face off after like 20 minutes and she wasn’t getting any closer, but then again, young, stupid, didn’t have a clue what I was doing and I was half drunk, and it was my sister Hazine’s wedding which was...like...five years ago? Because Kareem is 4 now.” Sulaimon answered honestly.

“So how did you go from that to..well that magnificence you just gave me if you haven’t had practice?”  Zakira posed curiously.

“Uh, honestly Lomi and some of the others have been giving me pointers for, uh, well three weeks now.” Sulaimon admitted.

“Wow,” Zakira smiled happily. “Lucky me, ok, I’ve rested, back on the horse.” Zakira teased as she wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him toward her center as he snorted a laugh and kissed her softly before he reached down between them to line himself up with her entrance before he didn’t warn her and just sheathed himself to the hilt in her as her whole body writhed again as her mouth hung open as a moan spilled from her throat as her eyes closed as her hands went to his back to scratch and claw down that because his elbows were placed on either side of her head to keep most of his weight off of her so as not to crush her and her scratching cause his own eyes to close in serenity as his purring almost became a growl that and the feeling of being sheathed in her was the best feeling ever. She was heavenly, inside and out as his hips suddenly started to snap into hers, finding a natural rhythm and made love to her and worshiped her body with his own and only when she got to three orgasms did he finally let himself loose in her and stuffed her full and when they had recovered, he rolled over to lay next to her as she got Anna out of her bassinet and cuddled Anna between them as the three of them finally fell asleep.

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Saito the Orc

An arranged marriage has taken the reader to a new land, a new home, and traditions that they must get used to. Saito is a hero to the people, and is looked up to by all those around him. Will the reader be good enough for such a man?

Female Reader x Male Monster

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Your marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.

The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.

If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.

“It’s like dressing a doll, you’re so tiny.” Ichika was one of Saito’s sisters, all three of whom had taken you in like one of their own. Ichika helped you get dressed in the mornings while the others helped get food ready.

“That’s so embarrassing,” you murmured.

“Nothing wrong with that.” She smoothed down your skirt then smiled at you. “Being small and cute can be a good defense.”

You pouted, you felt more like a defenseless kitten. All this family seemed to talk about was defense, offense, battle, and war. Saito had a dojo on the grounds, and lots of eager young students who also lived in the home. Each morning they filed into the dining room for breakfast then went out into the courtyard to practice while Saito meditated inside.

“One of these days, you and Saito will have a little one learning to take up the family style,” Ichika sighed dreamily.

You watched the young students with a heavy knot in your stomach. You’d been married to Saito all this time, and still you had not been together as husband and wife should. You looked down, ashamed at your own fear and hesitance.

In the dining room Kaori and Natsuki were setting out breakfast for the family. You took a seat while Ichika poured you tea.

“Did you sleep well?” Kaori asked. She was the youngest and had taken a great liking to you.

You smiled at her. “I did, I hope you slept well too, sister.”

Kaori beamed from ear to ear, her small tusks appearing bigger. “I did! Thank you.”

Picking up your cup you inhaled, taking in the rich aroma of the tea. Then beside you, Saito’s great form appeared. He sat down beside you, bowing his head as Natsuki placed his tea before him.

“Good morning, dear brother,” the sisters all chimed.

“Good morning, sisters.” Saito looked down at you. “And to you, my bride.”

Your stomach lurched, curling into knots and stones. “Good morning,” you said as quietly as a mouse.

Saito’s long hair was down, and it was truly a marvel to behold. He never cut it, never let anyone else touch it. He claimed that cutting his hair would diminish his power, so he’d kept it long and growing since he was a young boy.

His eyes appeared golden that morning. Usually, they were like dark amber, but there was a light from within today. “You were up before me again this morning. I never even heard you move.”

“I didn’t wish to disturb you. You looked so peaceful and sweet.” He took his tea and drank slowly.

You weren’t sure what else you could say to him. You were afraid of making yourself appear foolish in front of him. He was strict with his students and expected things to go a certain way. You didn’t want to hinder his path. Although, you didn’t know what he expected from you yet.

“Can’t you have Oda take care of the class today?” Ichika spoke up as she took a seat at the table. “You’ve barely spent any time with your bride since you got married.”

Saito flinched beside you. “It is my responsibility to teach these children.”

“Doesn’t Oda also have a responsibility?” Natsuki challenged from her seat as well. Oda was her betrothed.

Saito narrowed his eyes upon her. “Oda is still learning as well.”

Natsuki rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

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Royal Rakshasa Guard (Aureus)

Relationship: Male Monster x Female Reader

Summary: Out and about when you weren’t supposed to be, you get caught by one of your favourite guards.

The Gilded Guard

One then two then three.

The blade swished and moved around you, whipping around your head, but the two of you were one and melding together. Like a leaf, it could sway and float in the air without disrupting those around it, one with a serene atmosphere. You had heard this before, but not intentionally.

Sweat built on your forehead, seeping into your hairline as you continued to keep in time with the beats of every hit: dodging and weaving as your opponent continued with their attacks. You were lucky for the helmet guarding your face for protection and recognition, the head of your King father’s military was relentless when it came to training rookies, and not once did he seem to slacken.

“Again,” his voice was strained from the possible exhaustion. “Up, on your feet—widen your stance, boy.”

“Sir.” You obeyed gruffly, your short posture seemed to help keep your balance for the most parts, but you found yourself constantly being thrown off your feet every so often. It was no wonder Aureus was the perfect fit to be your personal guard: protective, loyal and true, looking for the best of everyone around him but himself.

The sword in hand wasn’t as long and sweeping compared to his spear, easily able to knock you off and hit in places where you knew it would leave bruises. But for every hit meant it would be easy to shake off the fall. Get up, up before he strikes you whilst you’re still down.

His golden eyes seemed to mistakenly hold some pity for you, not as much as all the other times you had trained. To him, some lackey who was shorter and skinnier than all the other boys appeared out of nowhere, a wooden sword in hand and always wearing a helmet. The only thing he could see where your eyes: bright and eager, your small exterior attempted to hold some power when you spoke that one early morning in the training yard.

‘I require a shield and sword. Mornings before dawn for your lessons so you teach me to become a warrior.’

“Twist your arm more—turn into the strikes—yes, better. Again.” Your personal guard was as tall and lean as any other knight of a high rank: dressed in the shining armour that held no scratch nor scrape to the material, as clean and glistening as golden coins. His name held a fitting meaning.

Marvelling at his looks didn’t help you allow to concentrate, subsequently, the earth met your body as you crumpled to the ground with a grunt, squeezing the wind out your lungs. You attempted to get back up again, the soreness to your body didn’t help when all you wanted was a hot bath for your muscles, but Aureus dismissed you. “We finish for this morning, lad.”

“But I’m far from done,” you caught your breath, panting. “Do we not have another 5 minutes, Sir?”

The Rakshasa’s charisma grew on the broadness of his smile, his face relaxing with ease. “I must attend to the Princess, she will be up and ready for her sewing by now. I must leave, until tomorrow.”

“Oh.” You realised too late, your guard down. “Thank you, Sir. Until tomorrow.” You hurriedly bowed and took off the opposite way, hoping that Aureus didn’t say anything in question. The Rakshasa watched quietly, observing your retreating form as you scurried across the courtyard, opposite to where the barracks of where the recruits stayed. Sighing to himself, he collected the wooden swords and spears back up before making his way to where he needed to go.

Only now did the sun begin to reach the red mountains, kissing the amber sky and reaching towards the town in surrounding golds and oranges. The golden sands surrounding the town grew with life as people grew bustling with their businesses: royal guards swapping in patrol with those of the night-time shift, with the head of the guard greeting those he spotted.

The dusky hues were bold and bright across the empire of sands, glittering brightly like gemstones across the palace tiles, giving the name of the Ruby City a fitting name.

Aureus stretched as he made his way through the courtyard to your apartment, greeting the maids as he passed, approaching your door and knocking curtly. The small “come in!” from the inside brought him to open the large wooden door, greeting you was always a treat for his day.

You always somehow managed to be awake before he arrived: stretched like a cat in the sunlight by the window, calmly and quietly proceeding with your embroidery. What you were sewing was indistinct to Aureus, just from how crooked your stitches were.

“Good morning, Aureus,” you smiled to him earnestly, your cheeks flushed with morning glow. “Had a productive morning so far?”

“So far strenuous, but my morning has brightened by being in your presence.” He greeted, bowing dutifully. His golden armour shone even in the shade of your apartment. “His Grace has asked for your presence for breakfast.”

“Very well.” you hopped down and placed your things down, passing him slowly, almost dragging your body across as if you were in pain. Your knight was quick to notice something was wrong practically immediately, “Princess, are you well?”

“Yes, I just—didn’t sleep very well last night. I will need a bath for my muscles.” You corrected sincerely, though Aureus didn’t respond with your explanation. His ears flattened against his head, his expression drawn from the notion. It was interrupted when he felt you link arms with him. “Come now, let me greet my sisters.”

Your sisters Marguerite and Cassia had been ten-and-two and eight compared to you near to your adulthood. Though they had taken on the more devoted roles of court, they were better ladies compared to you. You would know they would be better rulers compared to you when the issue of the throne would one day come.

“Oh, looks who finally decided to join us,” Marguerite was the first to announce your arrival into the large dining hall, smiling when she spotted the Rakshasa behind you. “How was your morning, dear sister?”

“Swell,” you quipped, coming round to kiss your father on the cheek. “What is the agenda today, father?”

“Lords and their sons come from the west in hopes of joining kingdoms through marriage,” the emperor was small and kindly from his seat at the head of the table. “You and Marguerite will be there to welcome our guests, and I shall match you with suitable sons.”

Your smile dropped from your face and you silently took your seat, the middle sister being the one to voice her opinions as bitterly as you had been thinking. “I suppose I shall send off my freedom now. At least some people get their freedom now to defy the norms of society.”

“No-one is doing that,” you warned quickly. “We all have our duties as women and young girls. We do what father thinks is suitable for us.”

“Yes, suitable.”

You rose from the table, Aureus was quick to follow you out as you said your excuses of not being hungry, straining in the corset of your dress as you left. You didn’t need to say much to Aureus as you went back into your room, the Rakshasa hovering in the doorway. “Princess?”

“You are free for the rest of the day, Aureus,” you forced a smile, strained as you had been in your clothing. “I don’t think you would want to spend it with me.”

“Quite the contrary, Princess,” he couldn’t help the smile to adorn his features, dazzling teeth on show. “But if you wish for me to leave you be, I shall have someone stand outside your room.”

He bowed courteously, his smile radiant as he took his leave. He would leave you for the rest of the day, knowing that you wouldn’t need him for your studies and lessons, but lingering close by if anything were to happen. Though he knew of your duties that were required, he knew of the love so unrequited that it stung his chest whenever you were nearby. A protective love – perhaps at first – but he saw your drive and wants, your dreams and strength, something that made him swell with pride. Had you been able to marry whoever you wanted, he would’ve been hoping your heart would’ve felt the same for him, but he didn’t believe you felt that same way within your chest.

The next day came and he had left his post earlier than expected, leaving another guard to train the rookies as he had decided to go to your room in hopes of speaking to you about his… feelings. A heartfelt confession, perhaps? No—you could decline his feelings that same day, but there was no hope in trying.

He had reached your apartment with his legs carrying him quickly, knocking once, then twice at the door, loud enough for you to hear, and when he heard movement from the inside, he was left bewildered when the person he wasn’t expecting opened the door.

You were there more ready than he had expected for the day, your hair tied in a neat knot, bare with little makeup on that you were required to wear at court. You seemed just as stunned to see him there, rigid in place with what you were wearing. Instead of wearing the normal heavy garments, you were dressed in boy’s trousers, a training doublet and breastplate were too bulky on you and hid your lithe figure, making you appear more boyish to what you normally wore. In your grip was the same helmet the boy he trained wore, tarnished and beaten with age.

You seemed to be outweighing whether to speak or close the door on him, your eyes shifting, “I can explain.”

“Oh,” Aureus piqued, a smile growing. “Knowing that you were the one that punched that boy’s tooth out makes this a whole lot better.”

“Please, Aureus. Don’t tell my father—if he were to hear of this-” your eyes were wide and frantic, but he was quick to step in and close the door so no soul could hear. “He will not be pleased if he finds out.”

“He doesn’t need to know, Princess,” the Rakshasa assured slowly, taking your hand into his, kneading your fingers carefully. “I will not tell a soul.”

You looked at your hands connected with awe, your eyes searching his own for something you didn’t know, but there seemed to be relief bubbling over the surface of your vague expression. “If there is one thing I must ask, would you continue doing something for me?”

“Continue what, Princess?”

“Continue training with me,” you hushed, squeezing at his paw. “I do not want to stop something like this with you. Even if I must cover my face, I do not want to lose this opportunity.”

Aureus’ laugh was full of mirth, gently bringing you to him in a reassuring hug, nudging you with his head. “Then this will not stop, my Princess.”

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Rakshasa Lomi and Zara Part 5 

I know it’s been a while since I updated this story but at long last I have Part 5 where the people of Zara’s village- Willow, come to the Crown City for Lomi and Zara’s official wedding celebration in @momolady ‘s universe of the Ruby Empire. All of this happens before the war of the crown jewels, just as Mythri becomes pregnant with her daughter. I have @momolady ‘s permission to borrow her wonderful characters and play in her universe for which I am extermely grateful and thankful she has let me do. And yes Mythri and Zara play matchmaker so that was really fun to do to show all these new couples meeting for the first time and immediately falling for each other and show the range from reluctant and hesitant and wary to full on welcoming and eager and how with just a look, the reluctant and wary change thier tune, because the ‘Daughters of Willow’ are just that gorgeous. And if anyone fancies a particular couple, let me know and I’ll single them out and show you more specifically how their relationship will progress. tagging @thecriticalcanuck and @cakeful-nudes because they were interested in this story too and if anyone else wants to get tagged let me know. 

Rakshasa- Part 5

Three weeks later you stood just inside the gates as you waited for your friends to arrive, Wenet showed you that they were only about an hour away, still putting their perfumed oil on- the one that you gave them as they made sure their flower necklaces were perfect. All except six young women wore the perfume. The six that didn’t simply didn’t like the way it smelled and you hadn’t told them specifically who would be their escorts while they were there, in fact they were hoping you had human friends you could introduce them to, nothing against the Rakshasa, just, they still preferred humans. They even made flower necklaces for the horses and they had made very special flower necklaces and crowns just for the Royal Family.

Aila and her family were with you and were talking to the escorts for the parents, her sons, both legitimate and adopted all being very excited to finally meet these famed daughters of Willow while their sisters were looking forward to meeting the sons of Willow too, if they were even half as handsome as you were beautiful, they would surely be the most handsome human men in the whole of the Crown City. Their father had forbade his children from ever even visiting Willow because he didn’t want his own children to marry “poor and stupid” people and had never taken his children with him to Willow unless they would be already married and none of his children were, yet, in fact, none of them had even really courted anyone yet and they were approaching eligible age but the chance to finally see the young men and women from Willow for themselves first had them becoming patient and particular about their own choices even though all of Aila’s children had ‘suitors’ lined up already and had been eagerly waiting for Aila to give her permission for her children to court and to be courted. With everything Aila had been through with Arjun, she herself was exceptionally wary of all their suitors, not wanting any of her children to either imitate their father’s infidelity or to be victims of it either. But she knew that the people of Willow were good people and was hoping that at least her own sons might choose daughters of Willow to be their brides as well as the remaining sons of Willow to be her future sons in law because of how sweet nature-ed she knew them to be and knew that sons of Willow always treated their wives with love, respect and kindness and knew that once their real wealth was recognized, if they so chose her own daughters, both legitimate, adopted or otherwise, that no one could quite compare.

You stood by and talked with the group of escorts who were still unsure and wary of all of this. While the others who were eagerly looking forward to this and had been patiently waiting these three long weeks to finally meet your friends- talked with Lomi as Lomi tried to discretely give them advice about all things human women liked and wanted, in particular the face to face sex positions they preferred and little quirks and things he had learned from his experiences with you and with them when he was there. All of which his friends and those in the group with him eagerly paid attention to as they mentally took notes.

Meanwhile back in your group-

“Now, I should probably warn you guys, that in Willow, we wear flowers a lot, flower necklaces and flower crowns and we give them to each other as a sign of love and affection and so they will probably have a lot of them so be prepared to wear them.” You ‘warned’ the Rakshasa who had gathered in a circle around you to talk to you and learn about this envoy from Willow.

“Do we have too? I don’t want wear flowers.” Jamal complained, making a disgusted face as others in the circle did the same, scrunching up their noses and letting the bottom of their front fangs show in a disgusted snarl.

General Rashad looking particularly perturbed by the idea of wearing flowers and wishing he was back at the palace training the cadets rather than do this. He’d rather do all the push ups, sit ups and laps around the training arena with his cadets rather than be doing this. He just got promoted to be one of the teachers for the young recruits, ages 15-18 to train them to be guards and soldiers and he felt frustrated that he got pulled off of teaching to do this, to be a glorified babysitter. Someone needed to gag him or knock him unconscious or something to get him out of this already.

“Oh like it’ll make you less of a man if you do?” You challenged sarcastically and you could see that others were of the same mind he was and realized you would have to change your approach so you took a deep breath and tried to approach this differently because if you got hostile, you’d put them off and half your friends would be brokenhearted, so you had to try again.

“I suppose you don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to, and if they try to put them on you- you could always refuse them and tell them “no” or ‘that you don’t want them’. But you might risk hurting their feelings and if you hurt their feelings bad enough, they could always request new escorts then you’d be off the hook if you find being escorts to the envoy to be too distasteful to you and you see it as a chore and a punishment instead of the honor that it is. Because I don’t think anyone, especially their Majesties who have given us these orders- would see honor or would be pleased- in finding out that you or anyone else was purposefully being mean and trying to get out of their duty by harming and hurting in any way the very ones they were supposed to be protecting.” You explained calmly and resolutely as you narrowed your eyes at him and could see the others in your peripheral vision look down and away as they considered your words carefully and rethought readjusting their attitudes. “You should also consider that there may be a flower necklace made just for you by Zara Hope’s own hands because when I told her about you, she was really excited to meet you and wanted to learn all she could about you and made a point to ask Lomi about you too. And she requested that if it was at all possible if you could personally escort her while she was here which is why I requested you specifically. But I suppose she could get used to disappointment.” You tempted Jamal as the other’s perked their ears up at the news that you had told your friends about them. Or at least Jamal.

“Wait what? You told her about me?” Jamal asked, his eyes growing wider. “What did you say?” Jamal asked curiously.

“Oh just that you were tall, dark and devastatingly handsome, strong, smart and charming.” You grinned victoriously.

“Well I mean you’re not wrong...” Jamal ducked his head as his ears laid back a little and he kicked at some small stones that were on the ground as a bashful smile graced his features.

“Plus I’m pretty sure you’ll like being her escort because she’s really fun to hang around and Hope has always been much prettier than me.” You added.

“Nah, I doubt she’s prettier than you, you’re still the prettiest girl in the palace.” Jamal sustained.

“We’ll see.” You allowed before addressing all the others. “Oh I should also add that my friends are also very affectionate, it’s just our way back in Willow, so be prepared to get your cheeks at least, kissed -a lot. Also we are very fond of games and they will want to play a lot of them.” You continued to ‘warn’ them.

“Ok if they’re even half as pretty as you, I won’t complain about that.” Jamal decided and the rest of them nodded their agreement with that.

“So did you tell your friends about us too?” Kaden asked as he gestured to the rest of the guys in the circle.

“I did actually. I hope you don’t mind.” You answer with a mischievous grin.

“Nope, not at all, just...point me in whichever girl you told about me to.” Kaden shrugged as he tried to play it cool.  

“Well actually I told my friend Zada about you, now Zada is a triplet so don’t get her confused with her sisters, they should, hopefully, be wearing different colored outfits because when they all dress the same, even I can’t tell them apart. Because there’s Zada, Zari and Zulla...” You began as you listed them off on your fingers.  

“Why do they all have Z names?” Kaden asked as he tilted his head curiously.

“Ok so the lead matriarch in Willow is Ziki, we all call her Mama Ziki, she won’t be coming in this envoy because of her advanced age, so because she could never have children of her own, all the children in Willow are honorary children and grandchildren of her and her husband Zazu. Believe me, once she dies, that’s gonna stop. Because me and my friends are kind of sick of all the Z names.” You laugh. “Oh and the triplets and their cousins all have purple irises, it’s like looking into amethysts. So don’t freak out ok? There’s a mineral in Willow that is in everything that grows there and it isn’t harmful in fact it helps you lead a very happy, healthy, long life. When you eat any of the fruits and vegetables that grow there, you’ll get it into your body and for everyone, it calms you down, it takes away stress and anxiety but, for some reason, after just one generation, it turns our iris’ in our eyes different jewel colors. Again, it’s not harmful in any way, it’s just a quirk.” You explained.

“Will it stay with them? Will their children always get that or does it fade once the mineral leaves them? Like once they’re removed from their environment?” Yusif, one of the young doctor’s from the palace asked who had a very scientific mind and had been utterly and completely confused as to why he of all people be in this welcoming party. But you had assured him that he was needed and wanted there. He was a serious doctor who had never paid much attention to his social life, instead completely devoting himself to his studies, but Wenet showed you how he would be going back to Willow and be the first real doctor there and would discover new medicines and how the love of his wife, your friend Zamira who was already basically the village’s main medicine woman and healer, besides her mother and grandmother before her, would help him and together they would accomplish really great things together.  

“I don’t know, if you end up visiting or spending any time in Willow, perhaps you could study it. Willow does have a lot of natural remedies, my friend Zamira who’s the healer and medicine woman there, together with her mother and grandmother, who I’ve told you about, when she gets here, I imagine she would love to talk about it with you at length. When Lomi went with me, he said that most of the red flowers in the fields were actually opium poppies and we had never thought to use those for medicine before. So there’s lots left to discover and learn about.” You shrugged. “Now I’m not saying any of you have to go there or get married and have children with my friends or anything like that to test any of this out, your job is to be their escorts while they’re here and help them in the marketplace and at the seashore and help them around the palace and not get lost, they’ve never even seen much of any city before now, let alone a palace so this will both excite and terrify them because of how massive it is.” You added when the others narrowed their eyes warily when you had mentioned that Yusif go to Willow to see for himself even though you knew that within only a matter of hours, most of them would be at least thinking such things, if not hoping and wishing and willing to do whatever your friends would be asking of them, including going back to Willow and especially marrying them. But if you were to say it, that they would resist it. So you had to walk a very thin line and simply be “encouraging” to them.

Then there is a breeze from the south west and the most amazing- sweet floral and heavily perfumed air came wafting in through the gate and you smile excitedly when you realize that they are very close now. You watch as every single Rakshasa male breathed in deeply, most of them closing their eyes as their tails swished excitedly.

“Wow,” almost all of them breathed in awe before they left to gather just inside the gate, even the guards guarding the gates could smell it and grew excited but they didn’t understand why the breeze just smelled so good for some reason, this kind of thing had never happened before and it excited everyone.

You knew however, the smell of the flowers combined with the perfume you gave them which was a housekeeping secret, and one that was very well kept within the palace among the Rakshasa husbands that had human wives. But it was also a secret that wasn’t about to be too much of secret for long. You and Lomi shared a knowing grin as he pulled you to his side once more and kissed you, unable to resist you even with that perfume not even on you but it still was affecting even him. Thankfully he could give into his impulse in that moment with you.  

“They put it on strong.” Lomi muttered into the kiss, wanting much more from you than just a kiss as his hand traveled down to your butt and he got a good handful of it and squeezed it which made you giggle.

“They did.” You agreed kissing him back, unashamed at the public display of affection before you heard most of the Rakshasa males muttering and whispering to each other, asking each other if they were turned on too and you snorted a laugh and broke the kiss off to giggle into your hand before you buried your face into his side to hide your blush and giggling and laughter. Oh the plan was working already, if only Mythri could have heard that.

Several minutes later is when all of you could just barely hear faint singing, it was such a beautiful, angelic, melodious sound and soon all the Rakshasa were on their tip toes, trying to see down the road to find the source of the singing. Then, you saw them, within half a mile away as the group finally crested a hill and appeared on the road, all of them on horse back and singing out a song they have made just for this occasion as the wind blew a little harder at their backs, wafting the smell of the perfume and the flowers even harder into the Rakshasa’s noses and you watched as their tails swished and wagged excitedly behind them before you realized you should organize them otherwise everyone would get confused.

“Ok, guys I’m gonna rearrange you so you can meet them properly and not get confused or mixed up.” You quickly order them and moved the Rakshasa in a half circle within the inside of the gate so that each male would greet their intended before leading them to the palace before you then put the bottles of perfume that had tags with your friends names written on them and gave them to the Rakshasa greeting party that were in the half circle so that they could exchange “gifts” the perfume for the special flower necklace and that it was also their escort assignment.

“What is this?” Jamal asked as he looked at the bottle in his hand.

“Perfume, every woman loves perfume.” You answered as you continued to hand them out. “Don’t open them! Let the girls open them first.” You directed as some of them moved to open the bottles to sniff it before they ceased doing so.

“Anyone else feel like we’re being set up?” Kaden muttered under his breath to his brothers on either side of him and they hummed and nodded their agreement. Rashad still doing so the most as he was on the other side of Kareem who was on the other side of Kaden. He didn’t like this. This was silly and stupid. He was going to go out of his mind with annoyance and boredom for the next week and they hadn’t even come in through the gates yet. He should have fought harder and found a way out of this but the Queen herself ordered him and he couldn’t refuse her direct order.

“Ok, I think that’s everything.” You muttered to yourself as you handed Aila’s grown children their own bottles of perfume and cologne too to give to your friends, in particular the six young women and all but one of the young men and boys that weren’t wanting Rakshasa mates and the six young women who hadn’t put on the perfume you gave the group, these perfumes and colognes you had bought in the market specifically for humans and carried Zed’s perfume to give to Lily later after dinner before you stood in front of the half circle with Aila and her children along with Dev who had put his arm around Aila affectionately.

The other Rakshasa who were in charge of taking care of the adults and little kids on either side of the ends of the half circle which was now more like a horse shoe shape. You faced your friends who had gotten closer with Lomi by your side and was absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles into your back to ease your nerves and his. Now you carefully listened to the song and you could now just barely make out what they’re actually saying!

“And no matter how far- my friend, my dear one- may be from where I am- I will always remember, never forget- how much I will always love them. And so on this day, this most blessed day, my eyes will finally see them- my friend, my dear one- my long lost loved one. For I am finally with them!” Your friends sing out to you and you can’t help but get choked up, it was the most beautiful song yet and you do your best to sing it back to them, your voice almost choked with emotion but you try and you belt out the new melody and all the Rakshasa and Aila’s children who didn’t know you could sing stare in astonishment at you.

“And no matter how far- my friends, my dear ones- may be from where I am- I will always remember, never forget- how much I will always love them. And so on this day, this most blessed day, my eyes will finally see them- my friends, my dear ones- my long lost loved ones. For I am finally with them!” You sing back, this time in unison with them before they kick their horses to run and canter to you, all of them whooping in excitement. Most of them barely able to get their horses to stop inside the gate before they hop off and rush to hug you, all of you kissing each other and laughing and trying and failing not to cry before they all start draping flower necklaces on you, ones that they have made for you and for Lomi, matching ones along with many, many others. And as you say your hellos you point them in the direction of their escorts and introduce everyone to Aila and her now teenage and grown children, the six young women being so relieved and grateful that they could put their normal sized flower necklaces that matched their own on these devastatingly handsome young men as they happily felt an electric charge between them and even Aila’s daughters were absolutely taken with your guy friends and were beyond happy and excited that they got matching flower necklaces too as they all exchanged kisses upon meeting each other and you could feel the excitement in all of them that seemed to be in the air. All of the Rakshasa were now eager to meet such beautiful women, their previous complaints completely forgotten and would now be denied had even been uttered or thought at the sight of them. They had never seen more beautiful women in their lives!

“Hi, are you Jamal?” Zara Hope, the first one off her horse and the first one to greet you and kiss you and put her flower necklace on you before you pointed her in Jamal’s direction- asked him hopefully as she came near him.  

“Are you Zara Hope?” Jamal returned just as hopefully, because by the gods above, this Zara, must be an angel. She was much too pretty to be otherwise. Between her dark brown hair, big deep Kashmir sapphire blue eyes and the most gorgeous face he had ever seen in his life, not to mention her shapely figure, had him hoping and wishing that this could be his Zara.  

“Yes, just call me Hope, it’s easier to distinguish me that way, so um, this is for you.” Hope said as she came forward and stood on her tip toes to get the flower necklace that matched hers onto him as the girls on either side of her did the same to the Rakshasa on either side of him, all the Rakshasa males eagerly bowing and lowering their heads to make it easier for them to do so, all of their previous objections to the flowers quickly forgotten, their close proximity allowing the Rakshasa to really drink them in, both literally and figuratively before they all seemed to realize the significance of the flower necklace and notice that they were all wearing unique ones that matched their ‘girl’s’ and suddenly their chests puffed up with pride as their hearts threatened to beat out of their chests as surges of possessiveness began to almost overwhelm the Rakshasa males.

“Zara Joy told us to make these for you so we wouldn’t loose each other. I hope you don’t mind.” Hope explained with a wink when she put it around his neck before kissing both of his cheeks since he was already down and close and Jamal couldn’t help but laugh at the pun. Ok you were right, he liked her, this would be fun after all.

“So who do we give our necklaces to?” Zaida, Zara Grace’s little sister who had just turned 15 asked you along with the other young girls in their middle teens asked before you noticed that they had done what their big sisters have done, make flower necklaces for themselves and much larger ones for their special someones who they were hoping would be Rakshasa too as they were also hoping you would introduce them but they were still a bit young for this kind of thing. But Wenet seemed to work in overdrive and showed you all the young cadet’s who would be practicing in the training yard that could be on the tour before your satchel seemed to be weighed down again.

“Hang onto them for now, when we go to the palace and we take a tour, I’ll show you ok? But you can’t really expect them to do what these others will be doing. They’re in training still, so if you really like them, you’d have to wait at least a year or two before you could get them all to yourself. But they will be worth the wait.” You tell them as they all gather around and huddle close to you to hear you before they nodded in understanding before you open your satchel to find an assortment of smaller bottles of perfume, half the size of the ones their big sisters got but big enough to fit within the palms of their hands, their names already on labels around the necks of the bottles before you passed them out to the younger, middle teen girls before they put their own perfumes on and put the bottles safely within their satchels before they got back up on their horses, the littler kids getting on their ponies as the older and married Rakshasa helped their parents back up on their horses before they would all be led back to the palace as you gave Zed his perfume for Lily and told him that he’d have to wait a little while to meet her but that she’d be well worth the wait.

Meanwhile Zamira, the second girl to greet you was walking in Yusif’s direction as she delicately held her the flower necklace for Yusif in her hands, all the blooms were carefully chosen because they were all medicinal and you had told her that Yusif was a doctor, a healer and so she hoped that Yusif would be smart enough to realize the significance of the blooms she chose, having put a lot of thought into hers because while aesthetically, it wasn’t the prettiest, nor did it smell the best but it was meaningful beyond such things.

“Hello, are you Yusif?” Zamira asked the black Jaguar who looked particularly out of place, in his doctor’s robes instead of the other guard uniforms or soldier’s armor.  

“Yes, are you Zamira?” Yusif returned as his ears perked up and his eyes trained completely on her and for the first time in his life, his heart skipped a beat, then two- at the sight of Zamira, her big blue violet eyes and her russet hair made her really stand out to him, even among the crowd of beautiful women.

“I am, are you the doctor? Zara Joy told me that I would be escorted by a doctor while I was here.” Zamira put to him, just to make sure.

“Yes, well, I’m actually an assistant doctor, still learning.” Yusif admitted.

“Aren’t we all?” Zamira grinned as she closed the distance between them.

“And you are the medicine woman in Willow right?” Yusif asked in turn.

“Yes I am, well, again, my mother and her line always have been when my family moved from Egypt to Willow originally. Willow has a lot of herbs that grow in the valley and on the mountain sides that make amazing medicine, I’ve actually brought some for you to examine later if you wish. When Zara Joy and Lomi had come, Lomi said that the red flowers are called poppies? I believe that was his name for them. That if you cut the buds before they bloom, the white sap is made to make a medicine called, um, it starts with an ‘oh’ sound...” Zamira tried to recall.

“Opium!” Yusif provided excitedly.

“Yes! That’s the word. So since you are a healer and medicine person, I made our necklaces from the medicinal flowers that were available at the market in the town just outside of here this morning, I’m sorry they’re not as pretty as the others or the most pleasantly fragrant...” Zamira tried to explain as she realized she wished she should have put more pretty and fragrant blooms in her necklaces, feeling self conscious that such a gorgeous Rakshasa should have something equally gorgeous to wear.

“No! Don’t apologize! I think it’s very clever that you used...” Yusif reassured her as he listed off all the names of all the flowers she used. Even though the true names of them Zamira had never really known, having simply called them by what they looked like back home but she eagerly listened to him as he listed them off before he happily had her put it around his neck and wore it with pride as he picked it up and continued to talk about it. Most of the flowers he was actually particularly fond of because of their medicinal properties. Zamira completely fell in love with how bright his eyes and smile were and how excited he got over flowers, the same way she usually got about them too, sensing a very kindred spirit in him and reveled in how knowledgeable he was and was eager to learn all she could from him before she would have to go back home. You had done her a great service suggesting they meet each other while Yusef felt like a blubbering idiot going on and on about the flowers when he should be saying something about her, her beauty, her charm, her bright smile and intelligent eyes. How with every laugh and giggle and utterance from her beautiful lips made his heart skip beats and pound in his chest and feel like he was going to pass out because surely he was in the presence of a goddess or an angel or something completely divine.  

Meanwhile Zara Grace practically sauntered up Omar, having been quite happy that you had directed her in his direction- a Jaguar Rakshasa who had the same bright turquoise eyes she did. You had warned her he was one of the most flirtatious guys you knew besides Jamal and had been competing for your attention almost as hard as Lomi had upon first meeting him. Zara Grace, was, upon the basis appearances, your twin, with perhaps slightly darker skin. The same bright and intense aquamarine eyes, same long dark auburn curly hair, same curvaceous figure if not even more so. But while you tended to be soft spoken and meek, Zara Grace was brash, outspoken, opinionated, proud, confident and a bit domineering, often the leader of her friends and it was her mother who was the second lead matriarch in Willow and would be the lead matriarch once Mama Ziki passed and Zara Grace would be the lead matriarch when her mother got older and passed as well. She was destined for it and had always been ‘the princess’ in Willow and would continue to be once she returned and the society changed from patriarchal to matriarchal in this generation.

“You must be the best Zara there is,” Omar smirked when he looked Zara Grace up and down and held her gaze, it was like looking at another one of you but something about her just made her that much more appealing to him and he couldn’t explain why, perhaps it was because she oozed confidence, beautiful sexy confidence and her presence demanded his attention. But once he locked eyes with her, it was like every other girl fell from his view, which had never happened to him before.  

“I am, I’m Zara Grace, Grace for short, you must be Omar, obviously because you’re the most handsome Rakshasa here and Zara Joy promised me only the most handsome Rakshasa in all of the Crown City would be my personal escort.” Grace purred and Omar’s eyes lit up in excitement and his tail twitched like crazy.

“I am! See? Finally someone else sees that!” Omar exclaimed as Grace’s smile grew wider and more knowing.

“Then this is for you,” Grace returned as she got very close to him and put the most beautiful flower necklace besides the ones for the Royal Family, and one that matched hers around his neck before pulling him down to kiss both his cheeks then his lips, his hands quickly going to her waist to pull her flush with himself as he happily kissed her back. When she pulled away but still stayed in his embrace Omar subconsciously licked his chops because even the taste of his Zara’s taste on his lips was beyond delicious and he craved more. So much more.

“That’s quite the tongue you got there, what else can it do? Besides licking those handsome chops of yours?” Grace flirted and Omar thought he had died on gone to heaven. Because this Zara, now his Zara, his Grace, was beyond perfect.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” Omar purred into her ear and caused a shiver to travel down her spine before pressing a salacious kiss on the side of her neck below her ear that made her give the most delicious moaning keen in response as her hands gripped his arms tightly. Oh he was good. Better than she had anticipated.  

“Maybe.” Grace allowed and pretended to lean up to try to kiss him again before pulling out of his embrace and strutted away to her horse again, winking over her shoulder at him and gave him her best sultry, come hither, look.

“Oh, she’s a tease,” Omar realized as he quickly ran after her and put her under his arm and walked with her back to her horse.

“Care to help me mount one stud before I mount another?” Zara Grace asked as she gestured to her stallion while looking Omar up and down before pointedly staring at his crotch and made of show licking her own lips and Omar had to fight to stay conscious because all the blood rushed from his brain to his shaft and he was grateful his uniform was able to hide most of it. But he had no trouble reaching out take hold of her waist and lift her up onto her steed’s back before she looked over to see her friends now holding onto bottles.

“What is that?” Grace asked Zeena who had just got lifted and put back on her own horse.

“Oh it’s perfume! Remember Zara Joy promised us that special perfume? She gave it to the guys to give to us as exchange gifts for the flower necklaces.” Zeena explained as Omar seemed to remember he was supposed to have given that to her.

“Sorry, you’re so beautiful that anything other than you slipped my mind.” Omar offered charmingly as he handed it to her which made Grace smile brighter as she took it from him. Oh once she bathed and washed her current perfume off, she was going be wearing a lot of this and she was going to wrap Omar around her finger and lead him to be her pet.

Meanwhile Ziva walked towards the white tiger Rakshasa that she was told would be Tonraq. In the bright sunshine she could even perceive the white stripes within his otherwise white fur and his super light blue eyes matched her own. He was, if she was being honest, intimidating. He looked quite serious and stern, he wasn’t even smiling. She worried that the all white flowers she had chosen for his flower necklace wouldn’t even be visible on him, that they would just blend in with the rest of him. What if he didn’t want to wear them? What if he thought they were silly? She looked down and noticed how her own white riding outfit, one that she had made and worn just for today when she would meet an all white tiger Rakshasa. She was hoping to match Tonraq, she was hoping to take one look at him and instantly fall in love with him. But now those hopes all but vanished. She looked up again at him and how he wasn’t even looking at her, he was looking at Zeena who was walking up to the strawberry blonde tiger next to him. Zeena was prettier than Ziva in Ziva’s opinion. Tonraq was just so striking, she wasn’t pretty enough for him. She turned around and went back to you.

“Are you sure about this? He’s not even smiling, he won’t even look at me. I’m not pretty enough for him to even look at me.” Ziva worried as she tried to take off her flower necklace and give both to you.

“No, no, no, that’s not it at all.” You reassured her as you stopped her and made sure she kept wearing her flower necklace and kept his in her hands. “He just hasn’t looked up to see you, once he does, he will smile and he will see how beautiful you are and believe me, he will only have eyes for you after that. But he has to really see you first. That’s all. So don’t loose heart, be brave, go up to him, put that on him, kiss his cheeks as you do it and he’s as good as yours, if you want him.” You encouraged as you put your hands on her shoulders and put your forehead to hers. “Maybe you need your cheeks kissed first.” You instigated before you wrapped her in your arms and start peppering her face, neck and chest

with kisses as she squealed, tried to lean away from you and laughed quite hard at your antics.

Ziva’s laughter and your own finally got Tonraq’s attention and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh himself at the silliness he saw, thinking it was absolutely adorable to see so much affection between friends.

“There, he heard you and sees you now, go, go, go!” You encouraged as you helped her stand up to her full height and gestured to him again and Tonraq realized that the girl who was just in your embrace must be Ziva and his excitement grew. Ziva bit her lip and bravely walked up to him.

“Hi, are you Tonraq?” Ziva asked hopefully.

“Yes! You must be Ziva, this is for you. A gift from Zara who wanted me to give it to you for some reason. I think she said it was perfume.” Tonraq confirmed as he handed her the bottle of perfume.

“Oh thank you very much Tonraq, this is for you.” Ziva said as she held up the flower necklace before Tonraq ducked his head so she could put it on him and froze when she kissed him on the cheeks as she did so. His eyes growing wider as he inhaled sharply and he really got a good look at Ziva and noted her black wavy hair and bright ice blue eyes that matched his own but her otherwise white attire made her match him and how close she was he could really smell that amazing perfume she was already wearing that he felt like was throwing him into a frenzy. Oh he wanted to bury his nose, his face, everything into her. But he settled for kissing her cheeks back which got her to blush and giggle and smile bashfully before she turned away and went back to her horse, her perfume clutched to her chest as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as Tonraq just couldn’t help but follow her before he noticed all the white flowers in his flower necklace then noticed how Ziva was wearing a necklace to match as it finally sunk in the true purpose of your giving the Rakshasa something to give to the girls and for the girls to give their flower necklaces. You and the Queen were matchmaking and ‘hiding’ it as escorting. That’s why all the married Rakshasa were the escorts for the parents, all the Rakshasa who were known for being excellent fathers were assigned the little ones and only the single Rakshasa seemed to assigned to the young women, now all that made much more sense, hell of a gamble but damn if it wasn’t a good one. Tonraq had to admit, you were good at it, at least in his individual case. He swore he could feel himself swoon at the sight and sound of Ziva laughing and smiling.

“Could I help you up onto your horse please?” Tonraq asked.

“Sure,” Ziva confirmed and couldn’t help but giggle again when he grabbed her waist and hoisted her up.

“Wow, you’re very strong.” Ziva praised as she got back up on her horse and Tonraq smiled bashfully as his ears laid back a little and his tail practically wagged happily.

“Thanks.” Tonraq answered her.

Meanwhile Zeena walked towards one of the several strawberry blonde tigers but that had been thankfully spread out among the half circle and not all grouped together so that it would be confusing. You had pointed her to the one on the closest end to her. He was the most beautiful creature Zeena had ever seen in her life. She could barely breathe. Riyad was big and bulky but his smile was just so friendly and warm and her heart wanted to leap out of her chest and run into his big strong but soft arms.

“Hello, are you Riyad?” Zeena asked curiously as she came closer to him with her flower necklace for him.

“Yes, you must be Zeena, welcome to the Crown City, I’ll be your escort while you’re here.” Riyad greeted cheerfully. “Is that for me?” Riyad asked hopefully as he gestured to her flower necklace in her hands, his tail swishing excitedly at the prospect.

“Yes it is,” Zeena confirmed and smiled excitedly when Riyad bent down so she could put it on him.

“This is for you,” Riyad informed Ziva as he handed her the bottle. “Zara said it was perfume.” Riyad added.

“Oh, well thank you for giving it to me,” Zeena smiled happily. “Did you smell it?” Zeena asked and Riyad shook his head no.

“Nope, it’s yours to open and you should smell it first.” Riyad insisted.

“Well did you want to smell it too or are you not into perfume?” Zeena asked as she hesitated in opening it.

“Actually the curiosity has been killing me.” Riyad admitted and that got Zeena to laugh and Riyad’s own heart jumped in his chest as he took a step towards her, closing the distance again before she opened it and put it between them so they could both smell it at the same time, both of them making a pleased hum when they did.

“That smells amazing,” Riyad admitted as he swallowed hard, his mouth instantly watering as his imagination supplied him with a fantasy of this supremely beautiful woman wearing that and how much he’d like to bury his nose into every inch of her to smell it. Hell, he’d like to bury more than just his nose if he was being honest. Your description of her beauty didn’t do her justice. No description could.

“It does smell amazing,” Zeena mirrored and nodded her agreement to that. Her dazzling bright blue eyes glittering as her black, ringlet-ed hair seemed to bounce with her movements and her dark mocha skin practically glowing against the bright blue of her outfit before she noticed her cousin Ziva right beside her, talking with a white tiger who had white stripes, almost albino, kiss his cheeks as she put the necklace over his head and Zeena realized she had been too shy to do that to Riyad. But seeing her cousin’s boldness, encouraged her.

“I forgot something, could you lean down please?” Zeena requested and Riyad immediately complied and smiled brightly when Zeena kissed his cheeks before stealing a quick kiss to his lips, well kind of to his teeth before she quickly pulled away and couldn’t help but giggle and turned to walk away but Riyad wanted to fall over, those kisses while sweet- ignited a fire within him that roared to full strength.  

“Wait!” Riyad called after her as he quickly looked around to see the first girl getting helped back up on her horse and that gave him an idea.

“Could I help you back up on your horse?” Riyad asked as he followed her like a lost puppy.

“Well of course, thank you.” Zeena readily agreed before he picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to her horse bridal style which just made her giggle even more as she blushed beet red and clutched the perfume, but now that she was so close, she could smell him and practically buried her face into his chest, partially to hide her blush and partially to get a chance to really smell him and it awakened her own fire within her because he smelled amazing all on his own, without the flowers, without any of that, just him. That was all she immediately craved and she pinched her knees together as an ache started at her center.

Riyad’s sensitive sense of smell immediately picked up on that and it was all his strength and self control not to bury his face into her in return, especially between her legs, he had never smelled anything like that before and it made his mouth water even more. Gods above he was falling madly in love with this woman who he just met and as crazy as that sounded. That’s all he wanted. Her.

Meanwhile Kaden simply stared, completely awestruck at the outrageously beautiful woman before him. Her dark chocolate skin, jet black but curly hair, in large curls, and the most intensely purple eyes he didn’t think could exist. Amethysts didn’t even come close to how beautiful her eyes were, hell, how beautiful she was all over. She was wearing a purple outfit that really made her eyes pop and so he just kind of stared, barely moving, barely breathing. This was Zada?

“Hello,” Zada greeted shyly. Seeing as how this was one of the few Snow Leopard Rakshasa there, the other two were on either side of him and you had told her that her Kaden was the middle one, and in her humble opinion, the most handsome of the three, devastatingly so.  

Kaden was finally snapped back into reality when his brother Kadir elbowed him out of his daze her voice was deep but smoother and softer than silk or satin.

“Sorry, hi, I’m Kaden, are you Zada?” Kaden asked. “If you are, this is for you.” Kaden quickly added as he held out the bottle of perfume to her.  

“Oh, thank you, um, this is for you then...Kaden.” Zada said as she put her special flower necklace carefully over his neck.

‘Kiss him!’ Zari mouthed to her sister and Zada gave her sister a shocked yet meaningful look.

“Um, could I kiss you? If you don’t want me to that’s fine, um, if that, would um, not be ok with you, I would, I would understand, I don’t have to. You don’t have to, um, say yes, um, to that, it’s just a...” Zada stumbled over herself before Kaden bent down and kissed both her cheeks before quickly kissing her on the lips, a sudden jolt of boldness driving him.

“Like that?” Kaden asked hopefully, hoping he didn’t overstep himself but the urge to kiss her was completely overwhelming him, almost as strong as the urge to just gather her up in his arms and run off into the sunset with her- was.

“Yes,” Zada giggled as she blushed deeply but her smile was the most beautiful thing Kaden had ever seen. “Could I kiss you back?” Zada asked as she bit her full bottom lip and Kaden nodded yes emphatically to that before he leaned down again so she wouldn’t have to stand on her tip toes to reach him. Zada quickly put her perfume in her satchel before she shakily reached up frame his large head in her hands and kissed his cheeks softly but sweetly before kissing him on the lips again, both of them closing their eyes as the kiss lingered on for a moment before Zada pulled away, her big bright and intense purple eyes fluttering open as the most love drunk smile plastered itself on both their faces.

“So um, thank you for the perfume, you didn’t have to get me anything.” Zada said as she got into her satchel and retrieved the perfume before stepping closer to him to open it. When she did she smelled it and her smile got brighter and more excited before she offered it to him to sniff and his mouth literally watered and went dry at the same time. He wanted her to bathe in that so he could lick it off of her, the thought sending his now love drunk brain into a frenzy. He needed to make this beautiful woman his as quickly as possible, he now just couldn’t imagine his life from that point on without her. He needed to be with her like his lungs needed air.  

“Oh the perfume was from Zara, she gave it to me to give to you.” Kaden confessed.

“OH!” Zada realized before a bright excited smile beamed onto her face and she couldn’t help but giggle again.

Meanwhile Zari had gone to the first Snow Leopard Rakshasa, the one that had been on the left if her eyes went from left to right. He was, in her opinion, the most handsome Rakshasa there and she felt so magnetically pulled to him and was the first of the triplets to go out to greet her intended. Kareem had been staring at her since she came into the gait and his heart nearly leaped out of his chest when you had pointed her in his direction. She was wearing a white and purple outfit but the closer she got, the more he realized just how much of a knock out she was. Her really long black hair was down in large curls and her delightfully rich dark chocolate skin practically glowed and when she got close enough that he could really see just how intensely and brightly purple her eyes were, he wanted to pinch himself. She shouldn’t have been real. She was prettier than any doll, any idol, anything, he had ever seen before. How the hell was he going to escort her around for a week and not fall head over heels in love with her? Because he was swooning just at the first sight of her. But at the same time, he would be damned if anyone other than him dared to touch her. She was holy, sacred. He would have to constantly have his sword drawn while they were in the market because he was having the hardest time not reaching out to touch her himself. He didn’t know how anyone else wouldn’t be able to either.

“Hi, are you Kareem?” Zari asked hopefully and Kareem almost passed out because even her voice was beautiful, it was deep but rich and warm and absolutely heavenly sweet to his ears. Oh he loved the way she said his name too as he wondered what she could sound like saying his name under different circumstances. He would love to find out.

“Yes, you must be Zari? Am I saying your name right?” Kareem said as he tore his eyes from her to read the label on the bottle.

“Yes, you said it perfectly,” Zari confirmed with a bright smile that was mirrored by Kareem. Oh god her smile was divine too. So bright and white and beautiful. “This is yours then, Zara gave it to me to give to you, it’s supposed to be perfume?” Kareem said as he held it out to her.

“Oh, thank you so much.” Zari graciously said as she took it and put it in her satchel. “Then this is for you.” Zari said as she came forward and stood up on her tip toes before he ducked his head and leaned forward so she wouldn’t have to do that, but his sudden movements bumped her and she started to loose her balance and stumble before he caught her in his arms and steadied her by pulling her to him, pinning the necklace between them and they stayed like that for what felt like several long minutes but was only in reality a few short ones. But she didn’t want to get out of his embrace any time soon. Nor did he ever want to let her go because now that he had her in his arms he couldn’t help but feel that she was always meant to be in them. He heard his friend on the other side of him clear his throat which snapped them out of their moment and Kareem slowly set her back down completely on her feet but still didn’t let go of her waist as he bent down for her to put the necklace on his neck and was rewarded with her kissing his cheeks when she did before he just couldn’t help but steal one from her lips, it was quick, electric and soft but it held more promise than anything.

Zari slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times before her ears heard her sister next to her. ‘Kiss him!’ Zari encouraged before she stole another kiss herself from him before taking his hands that were on her waist still and led them back to her horse.

Meanwhile Zulla had been the last of the triplets to meet her escort. Kadir, if her eyes were going right to left, he was the first Snow Leopard Rakshasa. She watched as he elbowed his brother when her sister Zada had greeted her escort when he hadn’t greeted her back and she had snorted a laugh at the scene. But when he focused on her it seemed he was suddenly the victim of the same circumstance. Once he looked at her, he almost stopped breathing, but instead blinked rapidly a few times, his gaze never dropping hers as she came closer until she was standing almost toe to toe with him, staring up into his own eyes. She had offered him a shy smile at first and he had mirrored her.

“Hello,” Zulla greeted softly.

“Hello, are you Zulla?” Kadir asked, hoping he didn’t sound as desperate in her ears as he did his own. He wanted and needed this beautiful woman before him to be Zulla.

“I am, you must be Kadir, it’s an honor to meet you. I made this for you, it matches mine so that we don’t loose each other. But I understand if you don’t want to wear it...” Zulla began as she dropped her slightly magenta purple eyes from his to look at her flower necklace as she fingered the blooms anxiously.

“Oh, please, I would be honored to wear it, truly, I would.” Kadir reassured her as he bent down and stooped to get his face closer to her own gorgeous one, breathing in deeply the heavenly aroma of the flowers together with her perfume she was already wearing.

“Are you sure?” Zulla asked as she shyly looked back up at him.

“Positive, absolutely sure, yes, please.” Kadir affirmed before Zulla put the necklace over his neck and kissed one of his cheeks but he caught her mouth with his own and kissed her before she could kiss the other cheek. It was soft and sweet but full of promise and seemed to spark fires within them both. When he pulled away he was surprised yet so relieved when she just flung her arms around him and hugged him tight and buried her face into his exposed chest as he quickly and eagerly wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back just as tightly as she was hugging him before he kissed the crown of her head before he nuzzled his face next to hers in a decidedly intimate manner, screw propriety, he knew the moment he saw her that he wanted her and would be stopping at nothing to make her his.

“I promise to take care of you from here on out.” Kadir swore in a low murmur.

“Thank you,” Zulla sighed happily as she basked in his warmth, scent, embrace and closeness. Oh yeah, she was beyond smitten already.

Meanwhile Zamora walked up to the large white tiger Rakshasa who practically looked like Lomi’s twin in everything but eye color. His eyes were silver gray and she felt like his gaze could bore through her. She had noticed him before she even noticed you and Lomi. Standing tall and proud and looked too handsome to be real. They had locked gazes when she came into through the gates, before she could even get off her horse and it almost pained her to look away from him. She had gotten off her horse and greeted you and Lomi first and was so relieved when you had gestured for her to meet the same white tiger Rakshasa she had noticed earlier who had yet to take his eyes off of her and was now being completely drawn to by a force she couldn’t explain or fight.

Rashad stood, barely breathing as the woman with hair like brilliant golden sunshine came in through the gates, the only young woman like her. She was also in his eyes, the most magnificent woman there and the closer she got, the more he could appreciate about her. Her paler skin, like she was made out of ivory, also made her stand out from the others and then when she got close enough and he could discern the color of her eyes- his breath really crashed from his lungs. It was indigo violet, like tanzanite, the deepest indigo violet- the most brilliant eye color he had ever seen in his life, he didn’t think such a color could exist in eyes. Her outfit was the same color and it really brought it out. She looked like the most beautiful woman to him out of everyone- like she was a carved statue came to life and he just couldn’t wait anymore. He broke the line and walked towards her, not caring if he was assigned someone else to escort or not, he was going to be this woman’s escort and he would just have to trade the damn perfume with someone else. He wanted this young woman more than he had ever wanted anything and he was going to do everything in his power to make her his, not just to serve her as an escort but to serve her however she wanted him for the rest of his life, he was going to marry her somehow, some way, everything else be damned.

“Hi, I’m Zamora, are you General Rashad?” She finally asked when they stood mere inches away from each other.

“Yes, how did you know my name?” Rashad asked in awe as he was floored that he was holding her perfume after all! There was only one Zamora when he had asked everyone around him what names they were given.

“Zara Joy told me about you when she came back home. She said that you were the most honorable, noble, charming, honest and courageous General she knew and a true protector, that you command and teach your soldiers with the wisdom of a father, the comrodery of a brother, the patience of a saint and had a heart of gold.” Zamora repeated as her cheeks blushed rose but she bravely held his gaze though all of it. Rashad blinked and gulped and felt he owed you an apology. He had thought you were crazy and presumptuous for putting all of this together and arranging all of this. But now, he was so in your debt because if you had sung his praises like that, he should have repaid in kind and should have believed you and he never should have fought this, he never should have been against this. He should be thanking you for telling her, this beautiful and wonderful young woman, who had stolen his heart and soul with just a look and for you to point her in his direction and have him be her escort, even just a normal introduction- was and would be- a service and gift he could never repay before worry etched on her features and she looked from his eyes down to the flower necklace in her hands and Rashad quickly looked from the flowers back up to her face a few times, hoping to hold her gaze again as her worried expression turned into a pained frown and lack of eye contact made him frown as worry and unease gripped his own chest and made him feel like he was going to have a heart attack any minute.

“She also told me to make this for you out of my favorite flowers, just in case you changed your mind about it, about escorting me that is. Um, that, perhaps at first, you’d be against meeting me, that you’d be against all of this and would try to get out of escorting me the first chance you got and that there was a chance, a pretty big one, that you wouldn’t wear this even if I offered it to you and for me to try to not get my feelings hurt if you refused it and refused me and refused to be my escort while I’m here and that there would be others who she could introduce me to and others who would take me on and like me just as much, if not more so, than you would, who would be happy to wear it if you didn’t want to, so, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. Just forget about it.” Zamora explained as she couldn’t hold his gaze anymore let alone be in his presence, it was getting too painful as she fidgeted with the flower necklace she had made for him in her hands, inwardly chastising herself for blubbering like an idiot before she clutched the flower necklace to her chest and quickly turned around and moved to walk away and Rashad felt like the biggest asshole in the world as his heart shattered at the thought of hurting this sublime woman’s feelings, just like you had warned him, while his jealous possessiveness surged and ate him alive at the thought of any other Rakshasa meeting her and liking her, loving her, more than he did and could or to wear those blessed blooms that matched her own, made him feel physically sick and wounded like someone had stabbed him in the heart and gut. He would wear nothing but flowers if it meant he could even just get her to smile, let alone make her happy.

“It was still nice to meet you though General.” Zamora said over her shoulder as she let her head and shoulders fall as tears welled and fell from her eyes. Damn her sensitive nature, why did she have to be so emotional?! Why did she have to tell him all that? What if you were wrong and she was getting all worked up over nothing? Why would you have matched her with him? You knew she was sensitive and easily hurt by stuff like this and yet you put her with the ‘roughest’ one out of all of them?! Who was the one most likely to refuse being an escort period? Couldn’t you have just given up Lomi and had him be her escort instead? At least Lomi was nice and sweet and she knew Lomi would take care of her without hesitation or complaint or reserve.  

“No! Wait!” Rashad immediately stopped her and quickly ran around to face her and reached out and put his bent finger under her chin to bring her head up to look at him again, as painful as it was to see her cry and be upset. How the fuck had you known all that?! And not just known it but said it in advance and told Zamora too?! Like you had been reading his mind. “Zara was right, I mean wrong, I mean… please, I’d be honored to wear them. I want to wear them and I want to be your escort, nothing could make me happier to do so, please.” Rashad pleaded desperately as he reached out to grab her elbows to bring her arms away from her chest before using his fingers that weren’t around the neck of the perfume bottle to pull her arms gently up and towards his head as he bowed and ducked and moved her arms gently to put it around his neck before he let go of her when she let the necklace go to hang around his neck before she brought her hands to herself again, still feeling anxious and self-conscious.

Rashad put the bottle of perfume into her hands before holding and framing her perfect, gorgeous and delicate face in his hands and wiped the tears from her eyes as he fought the urge to just envelop her into his arms and hug her and hold her and never let her go ever again. “I am so sorry, I...I upset you. I would never dream of doing anything even remotely upsetting to you ever again.” Rashad swore as he fought the urge to kiss her. To swear his life, his everything to her, this woman he just met but felt like this was who he had been waiting for all his life. He would never doubt you or your orders or anything ever again- if it meant that he could keep Zamora all to himself and keep her happy and safe.

“Are you sure? You don’t mind escorting me after all? Or wearing the flowers?” Zamora asked as her eyes searched his and Rashad felt like she was staring into his soul and felt like he should be on his knees begging for forgiveness.

“I’m sure, I’ll escort you wherever you want to go, to the ends of the earth and I love the flowers, they’re beautiful, just like you and they smell amazing and you have the best taste in flowers, I swear and I will happily wear them no matter what or wherever we go.” ‘As long as we go together,’ Rashad added in his head as he reassured her, keeping her gaze within his own as he kept his face as close to hers as he comfortably could.  

“Ok,” Zamora nodded, her surprise at his words and actions making her tears stop as she just stared in awed wonder at him and rather loved having her face held in his large callused hands as the rest of the world fell away and decided that if she was already this far, she could go perhaps a bit farther and pushed herself up and kissed him since his face was so close and he had looked briefly from her lips to her eyes and she could sense he at least thought about it and to her relief, he kissed back. In fact he held her face firmly in place so that she wouldn’t be going anywhere. His ears drank in her little keening moan and he couldn’t help but moan himself before he felt her grab his shirt that stuck out beyond his armor in her other hand that wasn’t holding the perfume bottle and he moved one hand from her face to wrap his arm around the small of her back to pull her flush against him, but not so hard that it would crush the bottle. Usually his propriety would keep him from doing this much but he felt safe doing so because she, in essence, started it and he was going to return every sign of affection she was willing to give.

When they pulled away Zamora finally offered him her first real, genuine smile that lit up her whole being and Rashad’s as well and it was immediately mirrored by him in turn. It was his new favorite sight to behold and one that he would never tire of seeing.

Meanwhile Zesheva walked towards a black panther Rakshasa who was very finely dressed, not wearing armor or even swords who looked a little out of place. But he was stunning, looking a bit like a peacock, the bright peacock teal of his clothes matched her own eyes and outfit perfectly and even matched the extravagant teal, turquoise and Caribbean blue and white flowers she had gotten for their necklaces. It was her favorite color after all and they smelled better than any perfume ever could.

“Hi, are you Yeshua?” Zesheva asked hopefully as she held his gaze, he had yet to take his eyes off of her since she came in through the gate. She was practically a walking jewel. Her light tan skin and dark brown hair that had lighter ribbons of caramel and honey streaked through the top layers and her outrageously bright peacock teal eyes were more beautiful than any gem ever could be.

“Yes! Are you Zesheva?” Yeshua asked as he hoped with all his might that this was her.

“Yes! You must be the brilliant palace jeweler that Zara Joy told me so much about, she said that your skills with precious metals and precious stones alike are unmatched.” Zesheva praised and Yeshua’s eyes went wide in surprise. Oh he owed you big.

“Well I don’t know about that.” Yeshua ducked his head as his ears fell back a bit bashfully as Zesheva smiled brighter and more knowingly, you had said he was meek and humble and she was happy to see it. Yeshua and his brother Yehoshua had been in Lomi’s group, eager to learn about the girls and women from Willow and they had both fancied you when they had met you and were eager to see girls even half as pretty as you. And in his opinion, she was, quite possibly much prettier than you to him. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life and he would happily just give her any jewelry she wanted for free, if it meant that he could get her to smile more at him. His father and everyone else be damned.

“I do.” Zesheva said simply and confidently before she closed the distance between them and stood on her tip toes to get the flower necklace around his neck before he ducked his head so she wouldn’t have to reach so high before she kissed his cheeks sweetly. “There, now you’re perfect.” Zesheva grinned as Yeshua nearly dropped the perfume at the feeling of her kissing him.

“Oh, uh, th-thanks, this is for you.” Yeshua gulped, not being smooth or charming at all in his own opinion as he gave it to her.

“Thanks, what is it?” Zesheva asked curiously as she took it and considered the bottle.

“Oh Zara said it was perfume.” Yeshua answered.

“Zara Joy?” Zesheva asked.

“Zara Joy? There’s more than one?” Yeshua asked.

“Yeah, there’s three, Zara Joy, Zara Grace and Zara Hope, when we’re all together we call them Joy, Grace and Hope to keep from getting confused. Was it her? That Zara?” Zesheva asked as she turned and pointed to you.

“Yes, that Zara, Zara Joy then.” Yeshua confirmed.

“Ah,” Zesheva grinned mischievously before she carefully opened it and held it between them to smell. “Do you like it?” Zesheva asked Yeshua who nodded emphatically, that was by far the most divine thing he ever smelled and he just wanted her to bathe in that so he could spend the rest of his life smelling her, he would happily do anything she could possibly ask of him without a second thought or hesitation.

“Yes, very much so.” Yeshua gulped.

“Good, me too.” Zesheva nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Zenala walked up to the other finely dressed Rakshasa that wasn’t wearing armor or swords, but was still exquisitely dressed and who looked nervous and out of place. He was wearing this shimmering Caribbean blue outfit that matched her own eyes and their own flower necklaces perfectly. He was a Black Panther Rakshasa who was on the other side of the half circle from his brother Yeshua. But in the bright sunlight, his black fur almost had it’s own shimmering blue sheen to it. He was gorgeous. So gorgeous in fact that Zenala felt like just the sight of him made her breath hitch in her throat as her heart hammered in her chest. When they finally locked gazes they both stood there, blinking at each other, barely breathing as the moment stretched on for what felt like forever before they both started walking towards each other. Completely drawn to each other.

“Hello,” Zenala greeted shyly.

“Hello,” Yehoshua greeted back shyly in turn.

“Are you Yehoshua?” Zenala asked, praying that he would say yes.

“Yes! I’m Yehoshua, are you Zen-ay-la?” Yehoshua tried reading out her name from the label on the perfume bottle.

“Zen-ah-lah.” Zenala softly corrected. “But close! You did really good, I know it’s an unusual name.” Zenala praised as she put the flower necklace around his neck, Yehoshua happily ducking his head so she wouldn’t have to reach so far, his nose drinking in that heavenly scent of the perfume she was already wearing as well as really get a good look at her jewel like eyes before she kissed both of his cheeks before regaining her individual distance but Yehoshua couldn’t help but take a step forward to reestablish their closeness. He wouldn’t want to be parted from her from this day forth.

“Well then this is for you, it’s perfume, Zara gave it to me to give to you, I’m your escort while you’re here in the Crown City.” Yehoshua explained as he handed it to her and happily enjoyed the little pleasurable jolt he felt when their hands touched as she took it from him.

“Oh! That’s awesome, have you smelled it yet? Do you like it?” Zenala asked earnestly.

“No, it’s yours, I didn’t open it.” Yehoshua shook his head no. “But I would like to. Smell it, that is.” He added and smiled wider when her own smile did the same before she carefully opened the bottle to sniff it before offering it to him. Yehoshua fought to keep his eyes open as he drank in the heavenly aroma and Zenala grinned mischievously when she saw the affect that the perfume had on him.

“Do you like it?” Zenala repeated even though she knew damn well he did. But she wanted him to confirm it.

“Yeah, I really do.” Yehoshua professed, his voice much thicker with desire than should be appropriate but it only emboldened Zenala and made her weak in the knees and made her ache for him to keep talking to her like that.  

“Good, I’ll have to wear it for you then.” Zenala smiled victoriously before turning around and sauntered back to her horse, Yehoshua following after her like his life depended on it. Yehoshua would have given anything for her to practically bathe in it so he could just smell her wearing that for..forever. Oh he was already head over heels for her. How on earth was he supposed to survive this week and not fall in love with her when he felt like he already had? He was such a goner.

Meanwhile Zumar bravely walked up to one of only two black tigers there, the one you had pointed her to, he was the biggest Rakshasa there, one and a half times as big as Lomi and looked like a solid wall of muscle. Gorgeous and scarred as he was. Her baby, Zehra, who was now 10 months old, almost 11 months, squirming in her arms and abnormally fussy, it being well passed Zehra’s nap time and having barely slept this entire journey.  

Remi knew even just by looking at her that this woman was going to be his wife. And that the little girl in her arms was going to be his daughter, he didn’t know how he knew it but he did, through and through. He knew it the same way he knew that the sun rose in the East and set in the West. And his usually stony neutral expression softened considerably and the warmest smile to ever grace his face bloomed before Zehra completely wriggled out of her mother’s arms, forcing her mother to put her down and went running towards him.

“Dada!” Zehra squealed happily as she ran on her little wobbly legs towards him before Remi crouched down and opened his arms wide and motioned for her to come to him. Zumar froze and gasped in shock. Did her daughter know what she was saying? Zehra had never, called anyone, not even Zumar’s own father or brother ‘Dada’. Zumar couldn’t help but want to cry. This was too much to hope for. Had her daughter really chosen, this handsome yet intimidating figure to be...her father? Was it too much to hope for? Very few men would ever take on young that wasn’t their own, let alone from a different species.

“Hi,” Remi greeted the little one, his deep voice almost booming as this, by comparison, tiny baby, who had barely learned to walk, let alone run tried to get to him as fast as she could. Just as she was about to come into his embrace she tripped but Remi caught her before she could fall and quickly picked her up as her little legs kicked excitedly as she squealed and babbled in delight and she reached out to his face before he brought her closer to his face before she grabbed him by the whiskers, which was admittedly painful but he didn’t grimace or growl or anything, just kept smiling at her before she planted a kiss right on his nose! And Remi couldn’t help but hug her back, feeling himself wrapping around her little tiny fingers already. When she was done, he kissed her on her nose cheeks back which made her squeal and laugh more before he cradled her to his shoulder as she hugged him as tight as she could and buried her face into the folds of fur on his neck and fisted her little hands into his fur. She was so small in his hands, her little butt could completely fit within his palm as he used his hand to hold her securely to him. He was almost afraid he’d hurt such a precious little wonder as he immediately started purring loudly as his tail wiggled happily behind him, he couldn’t help it because this little baby was the cutest little girl Remi had ever seen in his life. Between her big purple violet eyes and curly black hair and chubby cheeks and her four tiny little teeth in her large excited smile. He instantly fell in love with her and now that he was holding her, he worried he would never want to put her down ever again.

“Hi, I’m Remi, are you Zumar?” Remi greeted Zumar warmly.

“Y-yes I am, that’s um, that’s Zehra,” Zumar introduced before she seemed to remember that she had a flower necklace for him but worried that Zehra would try to eat it again. “This, this is for you.” Zumar offered. “But I just. I don’t want her to try to eat it. Again.” Zumar hesitated before trying to put it on him.

“Here,” Remi offered and carefully took the flower necklace that was gigantic and put it on him like a sash across his shoulder and chest so that Zehra couldn’t even reach any of it from her spot on his other shoulder. “Welcome to the Crown City.” Remi offered. “And this is for you.” Remi added as he handed Zumar the bottle of perfume that he had put into his own bag at his hip when Zehra had started to run towards him.

“Thank you,” Zumar graciously thanked him before she simply put it into her own satchel as Zehra finally started to yawn, Remi’s naturally really warm and luxuriously soft fur, warmed even more by the sun’s rays and his purring being all she needed to finally doze off and she quickly fell asleep, still clutching to his fur.

Remi looked up and saw how two other Rakshasa, his very close friends, now had little human infants on their shoulders, both infants already either falling asleep or already asleep on them as they led their mothers back to their horses and managed to help them up onto their mounts while still keeping their now sleeping babies on their other shoulders, both of his friends falling just as madly, head over heels in love with their prospective daughters as he just did.

“Come, let’s show you to the palace so you can get to a room and rest.” Remi offered before Zumar nodded and turned and went back to her horse. “Let me help you up.” Remi offered and picked Zumar up with his free arm. “Oh my goodness,” Zumar giggled as she now practically sat on his shoulder before he carried her the rest of the way to her horse that he saw her get off of and she was able to slide down from his shoulder onto her horses’ back and saddle pad. Remi being unbelievably pleased he was able to show off his strength like that. He didn’t want his future wife afraid of him like most everyone else was. He wanted her to know that she could trust him and place her confidence in him, he wanted her to know and to feel safe with him. Because he could already tell, he would fight a thousand wars before anyone could ever hurt her or Zehra.

“Do you mind?” Remi asked as he held out his hands for her reins.

“Not at all,” Zumar shook her head no and handed them to him before Remi took the reins and started leading her to the palace behind the others.

Meanwhile just as Zumar let her little one down, Zuhrah also let her daughter Zahira down in the hopes that Zahira would show off her newfound walking ability to you and to Lomi who had both crouched down and had beckoned her to you both but Zahira bolted for the other black tiger Rakshasa that was closest to her on the other end, running underneath two horses to do so, who thankfully were very tame and used to kids running underneath them when the kids would play tag in the pastures so Zahira was in no danger of being kicked or trampled and Riyad, seeing her running underneath the horses as fear gripped his own chest as he ran towards her to save her. Riyad was one of the palace’s composers and he felt he could write a hundred songs just on the beauty of this little one and her mother. Zahira had squealed and shrieked in delight and had tried running to him but she tripped on a stone and was about to fall face first when he dove to catch her to make sure she didn’t fall and hurt herself as well as bring her out from underneath the horses and out of danger.

“Oof,” Riyad groaned as he landed chest first into the dirt but he managed to keep Zahira from crashing into the dirt so it was a mixed success as Zuhrah came running around the two horses to find this black tiger Rakshasa holding Zahira, laying in the dirt and trying to get up while also keeping her daughter safely in his grasp and pull her away from the horses.

“Oh my goodness, thank you so much for catching her, here, let me help you up.” Zuhrah offered as she helped him up to his feet again before trying to wipe off the dust and dirt off his shirt and clothes and Riyad felt dumb struck when he looked into the most amazing slightly magenta violet eyes he had ever seen. Like amythists from the polar regions and to add to it they were in the most delicately gorgeous and utterly symmetrical, perfectly proportioned and exquisitely beautiful face he had ever seen in his life. With her thick, straight black hair but otherwise creamy complexion, he felt he was not in the presence of a mortal, no, this had to be a siren, a goddess, an angel, something divine that he didn’t feel worthy to behold before he got a closer look at the darling wonder in his arms and noted she was a miniature of her mother but her eyes were just slightly more purple-ish in tone but no less stunning. Oh he felt himself completely fall for her. Maybe if she and her daughter were supposed to be escorted by someone else they would consider trading. Because was beyond smitten already. He would do whatever he could to follow both of them to the ends of the earth. Hell he would adopt this little bundle of joy if he could.

“You’re welcome, she was just so excited, I didn’t think she’d run underneath the horses, it’s a miracle she didn’t get kicked or trampled.” Riyad noted as he tore his gaze away from this beautiful creature to her equally beautiful daughter. “You gave us a fright young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?” Riyad teased Zahira as he cradled her in his arms and tickled her and laughed when the most beautiful delighted laugh left the baby as she just beamed the brightest smile at him that had him feeling like his heart was already wrapping around her fingers.

“Hi, I’m Riyad by the way, I’m supposed to be waiting for Zuhrah?” Riyad introduced himself as an afterthought.

“Oh that’s me! I’m Zuhrah, this is my daughter Zahira. Zara Joy said that you were the most talented composer to ever grace the palace’s concert hall! So it’s an honor and a privilege to have you be our escort!” Zuhrah beamed happily and so relieved this was her escort and ever so grateful he seemed to ooze ‘father figure’ and was ever so grateful Zahira liked him as much as she did. She was terrified Riyad wouldn’t like children even though you had assured her and reassured her that not only was he good with kids, he loved kids and would be an amazing and gentle and a very fun, loving and doting father.  

“Oh my goodness, that’s a bit ridiculous, I’m not the most talented composer. I’m barely mediocre.” Riyad laughed and shook his head before he got the bottle out of the bag on his hip. “This is for you though.” Riyad said as he handed it to her as he held Zahira in one arm and liked how snugly she fit against him.

“What is it?” Zuhrah asked curiously as she looked it over appreciatively.  

“Zara said it was perfume. She gave the escorts the perfume to give to you as a way of assigning us who we would be escorting so, let me just say I think we’ll be just fine. Won’t we little Lady Zahira?” Riyad answered as he continued to tickle Zahira who was laughing as hard as she could before she started babbling at him and trying to climb him before she settled to lay down on his shoulder and cuddled into the crux of his neck and shoulder and settled down to take a nap.

“I believe we will too.” Zuhrah agreed with a twinkle in her eye.

Meanwhile before Zumar could even let her daughter down, Zakira held onto her baby tightly, Zeeanna, who was quite fearful of everything and everyone and clutched to her mother anxiously as Zakira walked towards the black and silver leopard Rakshasa who you had told her about and had gestured for her to meet. Zakira could hear her heart pound in her ears as she grew afraid of this seemingly aloof but still very handsome Rakshasa before her who she had thought had been paying so much attention to his friends meeting their intendeds to even notice her. He stood at the very center of the half circle/horseshoe shape and Zakira had been so anxious about this, she had been the last one through the gate and off her horse and the last one to greet you and the last one to get directed to her Rakshasa. She replayed all of the wonderful things in her head that you had told her about Sulaimon but she was still so doubtful. She had loved her husband Zahir dearly, had loved him all her life and it pained her greatly when he did not return. She had dressed in black since then, refusing to dress in any other color, especially white because she did not want to accept his death and she had been inconsolable since he left, sick with worry to the point she almost lost her baby. Between being so heartbroken over her loss, she was so angry that he missed her pregnancy and her birth to their daughter, he would have made the most wonderful father. She almost didn’t feel ready for this. She was terrified all those hopes and wishes would disappear like smoke, just like Zahir’s promises to return to her had. But to have seen Lomi be so good with Zeeanna and for Zeeanna to take to Lomi as quickly and happily and readily as she did, Zakira knew her daughter needed and deserved a father. The best one. But could she really trust you that much? To trust that you would steer her in the right guy’s direction? What if you were wrong? What if all this was a mistake?

Then Sulaimon looked over and finally seemed to notice her, having been patiently waiting for her this whole time, having realized after all his friends meet their girls that the last one must be his and noted her black clothing as she came in through the gate and thinking to himself that she was the best that had been saved for last, saved for him. In his opinion, Zakira was very easily, the most beautiful out of all of the young women there and was, without any doubt, the most beautiful and gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. And he could already tell, she had been worth the wait.

Zakira froze in place when their eyes finally met. Part of her wanting to burst into tears that at long last she was finally here and finally in front of Sulaimon, even more handsome than she ever could have imagined and the other part of her wanting to get back onto her horse and ride off back home, running her horse the whole way.

Sulaimon could see the fear gripping this young woman, he could see how tense she was even from the distance that still separated them. He could even see the doubt and the worry on her face. You had warned him that Zakira would be the hardest one to try to get to know. Because while she was beautiful as well as insanely talented when it came to singing and dancing and cooking so that all of it was an art form for her and that she was really the best at all three back in Willow, she had been the most wounded by her husband’s death, even her brother’s and her father’s death and had stopped doing both singing and dancing for the most part out of grief, that she would be the most hesitant to trust him and the most reluctant out of all of them to open up and accept him. But that she loved so strongly and fiercely and deeply that it would be worth it, that she was the greatest prize and treasure anyone could ever know. Sulaimon was the only one you had admitted you were trying to play matchmaker to because you knew that Sulaimon wouldn’t go along with any of this without knowing the whole truth and out of everyone, you knew he was also usually reserved but he was also discrete and wouldn’t let the cat out of the bag so to speak to the other escorts. You urged him that he could not be deterred or discouraged by her wariness or fearfulness, that he just needed to give her time, treat her with extra loving kindness, patience and gentleness and not give up but instead had to be gently persistent.

Sulaimon tried to smile warmly at her and that got her to mirror a small, yet shy smile back. So Sulaimon finally stepped forward but stopped when Zakira took a step backward, her small smile vanishing as quickly as it came. He could see her chest heaving as she breathed heavily through her nose as she looked him up and down and seemed to stare at his swords at his sides with disdain, fear and hatred.  

Sulaimon quickly realized the problem and took a step back again and immediately took off the belt that had his swords’ scabers were on and took his daggers from his other belt too and gave them to his friend to carry so that nothing about him would be threatening in any way. He almost felt like he was approaching a wild horse. He took the bottle of perfume out of the bag on his waist and held it in his hand out in front of him. Almost like he was offering a carrot to said wild horse.

“Zakira?” Sulaimon tried again as he slowly stepped forward again, this time Zakira didn’t back away again, but she did stay still as she seemed to take a moment to register that he was talking to her. “Are you Zakira?” Sulaimon repeated as he started to close the distance between them before she finally nodded yes in confirmation, as she realized in an afterthought that she did like his voice, and did like the way he said her name.

“Hello, welcome to the Crown City, I’m Sulaimon. This is for you. A gift from Zara, but she wanted me to give it to you. It’s supposed to be perfume.” Sulaimon explained and smiled a little more hopefully when her face softened as understanding seemed to wash over her.

“Oh, thank you.” Zakira finally said as she took it from him and Sulaimon had to strain his ears to hear her, her voice was so, so soft but surprisingly a bit deeper than he had thought it would be but still so sweet to his ears.

“Then, this is for you.” Zakira held out his flower necklace as Sulaimon noticed the blooms were deep dark purple orchids and other very dark flowers, but the pattern matched her own exactly, all the blooms so dark they were almost black. And they smelled heavenly. Sulaimon took the necklace from her outstretched hand as she angled herself away from him, keeping her little one away from him before he put the necklace around his own neck. Then he looked up and caught her little one’s gaze, who looked just as fearful as her mother. But upon seeing him, stared at him in confusion before she finally lifted her head off her mother’s shoulder to consider him skeptically. Her little brows furrowed in concentration, which Sulaimon thought was the cutest, most adorable thing he had ever seen before she finally seemed to make her mind up about him and her own little features softened and she leaned his way and reached out to him, making grabbing motions at him with her little chubby hands and offered him a pleased smile and a jovial laugh that made Sulaimon completely melt.

“No Zeeanna,” Zakira tried to pull her daughter back to her chest before Zeeanna fussed before she started to cry, trying to reach for Sulaimon again.

“Please? Can I try to hold her? I promise to never, ever, hurt her.” Sulaimon pleaded, his heart breaking in his chest at the sound of her crying as his own heart seemed to leap out of his chest and go to this adorable sweet little girl.

Zakira hesitated for a moment as she looked from her daughter to Sulaimon a couple of times before she took a deep breath and walked over to him. Zeeanna leaning as far as she could and reaching out to Sulaimon before he took her from her mother and cradled her to his chest and looked down at her and her big purple violet with splashes of deep turquoise eyes that looked like they were alexandrite and they were the same eyes that her mother had and smiled adoringly at her.

“Well hello there Zeeanna,” Sulaimon greeted as softly and as gently as he could as he immediately started purring. And Zeeanna, bless her beautiful heart, laughed and reached up- grabbed his face before planting a large, slobbering, open mouthed kiss right on his cheek that made him erupt into a laugh. Oh he already loved her, so very dearly. Then when she was done she sat down in his arms and pulled his fur out of her mouth before trying to spit it out all over him which just made him laugh more as Zakira finally laughed herself as she watched them closely.

“Here, you missed one.” Sulaimon said as he spotted a little black hair on her tiny pink tongue and reached in to try to get it.

“Don’t…!” Zakira tried to warn him as she reached out to stop his movement but it was too late. Zeeanna, with lighting fast speed, had grabbed hold of his hand, a hand on his thumb and a hand on his pinky and shoved his finger into her mouth and bit down as hard as she could on his forefinger.  

“Ow!” Sulaimon roared and growled before he could stop himself as his ears pinned back on his head as he clenched his jaw and his tail twitched rapidly as Zakira froze in place and her eyes went wide with terror as she inhaled sharply and Zeeanna erupted into the deepest, most evil, belly laughing giggle before she did it again!

“Ow!” Sulaimon bit out in a groaning whimper, managing to not growl or roar again because he really did not want to scare either her or especially her mother and gave Zeeanna a very softened hard and unimpressed look as he tried to get his hand back but her grip was as strong as iron and her teeth, though small and seemingly dull, were in fact much sharper than they looked and her jaw muscles were seemingly just as strong as his own. Zeeanna just continued to rock with laughter keeping her grip on him as tight as she could and his finger in her mouth and continued to gnaw on his knuckles like it was a chew toy.

“Ah, ah, ah, ok help please,” Sulaimon pleaded and huffed as he breathed very quickly in little puffs to get over the pain this little one just inflicted for the fun of it. You had warned him that Zeeanna was a biter and had bitten Lomi an a couple of occasions and he had underestimated, so much, of just how strong of a bite this little one had.

“No Anna! No biting!” Zakira chastised once she realized that Sulaimon wasn’t going to yell angrily or hurt or retaliate in any way against her or her daughter, and simply had a normal reaction, as she blew a breath of relief and helped pull Sulaimon’s hand from her daughter’s hold, once she did, she gently popped her daughter in the mouth. “No Anna, no biting, biting bad!” Zakira repeated firmly as she glared warning-ly at her daughter before Zeeanna started wailing and turned and buried her face into Sulaimon’s chest.

“It’s ok Anna, but no, no biting,” Sulaimon repeated softly and laid her on his chest and shoulder before patting her back then rubbing soothing circles into it to get her to stop crying before Anna burped, then spit up all over his back, then sighed in relief then relaxed and laid her head on his shoulder and fisted her hands in his fur and quickly tried to fall asleep.

“I am so sorry.” Zakira apologized when she heard it as Sulaimon’s ears laid back and his eyes closed as he made a face when he could feel her spit up start to drip down his back on his shirt before Zakira got a cloth from her satchel and tried wiping it off as Sulaimon’s other friends started snickering.  

“It’s ok, she’s a baby, that’s what babies do.” Sulaimon reassured Zakira as he stood still and let her clean him off. Perhaps the sooner he could get back to the palace, the sooner he could get cleaned up and not smelling like milky spit up. But that didn’t mean he loved this little wonder on his shoulder any less. She had spirit and spunk and he could respect that. He knew babies were messy and that was going to come with the reality of the opportunity of having her and her mother in his life.

“By the gods above,” Zakira breathed when she was done and noticed that her daughter had finally fallen asleep on his shoulder and was happily sleeping soundly despite the noise and everything going on around them. Zeeanna had always preferred her mother and often wouldn’t sleep without being held by her mother or at least had her mother’s touch. Zakira thought it was a fluke that Lomi could get her to take a nap without her and Zakira had enjoyed the respite when Lomi had come and visited. But now that Zeeanna seemed to have chosen this Rakshasa and felt comfortable enough to one, kiss him, two- have him hold her, three- to chew on him and laugh about it, brat that she was, and four- to fall asleep on him. Perhaps she should put a little more faith that someone and something greater than herself was maneuvering things. Maybe she should be a little more accepting of this great change.  

“What?” Sulaimon asked, worry creeping into his voice as his sensed trained on little Anna and Zakira. “What’s wrong?” Sulaimon asked again when Zakira didn’t immediately answer him.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong, she’s...she’s asleep. She never falls asleep that quickly or easily. She has barely slept this whole trip, she’s needed it.” Zakira said as she reached up to and gently moved her daughter’s hair out of her daughter’s face before stroking her face gently as her other hand wiped her own tears away and she regained control over her emotions once more.

“Oh, well, good, happy to help.” Sulaimon grinned, happy that Anna at least liked him and felt it was a very big step in the right direction as Zakira started walking back to her horse.

“Here, let me help you back on your horse and lead you back to the palace.” Sulaimon offered.

“No, I don’t need help, I can do it.” Zakira insisted as she walked back to her horse even faster.

“I know you can.” Sulaimon affirmed before he knelt down next to the horse. “Use my knee as a step stool.” Sulaimon offered as he held his free hand out to her.

“….ok.” Zakira relented and took his hand and quickly stepped up onto his knee and mounted her horse and couldn’t fight the little grin that tried to spread on her face before Sulaimon stood again, careful not to disturb Anna on his shoulder as he took the horses’ halter and started to lead it with the other horses that had all the other girls riding them, their Rakshasa escorts escorting them.

Once everyone was back on their horses the group went to the palace where a crowd had gathered along the guarded route to see this envoy from Willow. Almost everyone who saw them couldn’t help but smile and waive as everyone from Willow did the same, smiling and waiving at everyone as the crowd cheered, mostly the guys who couldn’t help but whistle and clap at the sight of so many beautiful women on the most magnificent horses as the flower vendors realized what a sales opportunity this was and as soon as the envoy passed everyone went to the flower vendors to make their own flower necklaces to show their support while also hopefully catching any of the young women’s eyes when they would be hopefully coming through the city and in the market hopefully later.

#Rakshasa #Rakshasa court #rakshasa boyfriend #I know this was really long #sorry #But fun! #Ruby Empire