The Son of Lust Chapter 13: The Rakshasa’s Hot Gaze

The Son of Lust

Chapter Thirteen: The Rakshasa’s Hot Gaze

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2021

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

Kurtis – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

I finished dressing after fucking Lasla at the bow of the Treasure Box. The ship was coming into the dock. Thick mooring cables were tossed to the brown-skinned men working the pier. They were shirtless, their skin covered in a gleam of sweat. A man wearing silks stood nearby, a coiled whip in hand as he supervised their work.

“Come on,” he barked. “Faster.”

“A slave master,” said Pyrriah as she came up alongside me. She wore the green robes that I’d bought her in Remna, her tulwar belted at her hips. I had one, too. I rested my hand on my pommel.

“We’re going to be in danger in this city,” I said. “Stay on your guard.”

“I will,” she said, her red hair flashing. “I just wish I knew why I was so good at this.”

“The Oracle will know,” I said. The Serpent Oracle up in the Shizhuth Empire was our ultimate goal. We had to find out a way to free our father from the clutches of Throwia, his cruel daughter. It was strange realizing the Goddess of Suffering was my half-sister.

Lasla came up on my other side in her purple robes. She had no sword. She wasn’t a fighter. She had her hands on her hips, eyeing the slave master. He paced up and down as the ropes were drawn in and the ship tied up. Then the ship was docked.

“This will be interesting,” Lasla said. “Just don’t get your throat ripped out by a rakshasa.”

I wondered if there was a way to tell rakshasas apart from normal women. They could look just like one but also could transform their heads into a feline beast known as a tiger. Orange with black strips with white fur around the throat. They were said to be fierce and vicious no matter which form you met them in.

I wanted to tame them. The shapeshifters were daughters of Las, too. And the Queendom of Naith was the greatest concentration of them in the world. My gaze drifted to the Ziggurat, the step-pyramid rising out of the middle of the city. It was where the royal family lay. Queen Athirmi and her various daughters and granddaughters, the princesses who would vie to become the next one.

They would plot and scheme against each other. Even murder a rival. Sisters, cousins, aunts, and mothers could be a rakshasa princess’s enemies. It sounded terrible. They should be loving each other, not trying to kill one another.

The gangplank was run out and Nephi, my sphinx, went down first. She was a dangerous woman. She could transform and rip apart a dozen men. She would be our main protector. My dragon-mother would be held in reserve.

We didn’t want to reveal her and have every knight in the world, especially the Knight Dragoon hunting us. Dragons were supposed to be extinct. My mother had gone into hiding with her wife centuries ago.

But she was here to help us on our quest, risking exposure.

“Good luck,” Captain Telesi said. The halfling stopped near us, shaking her head. “You’re going to need it. This is a bad idea.”

“Do not question your master’s decisions!” Lasla snapped. “That is not a sex slave’s place. Your mouth is to give advice and to suck his cock or lick his sisters’ pussies.”

Captain Telesi’s bronze cheeks darkened with a blush. “My apologies, Master.” She squirmed. “I’m just worried. Ankush is one of the most dangerous cities in the world. It’s almost as bad as Kozzithni. It might even be worse than the naga’s capital.”

“We’ll be fine,” I said. “We should only be a few days.”

She nodded, still looking frightful.

I smiled at her and descended down the gangplank to where Nephi stalked back and forth, glaring at the slaves working the docks. The men there stared with apprehension at the sphinx’s fierce face. Her dark-red mane of hair fell thick down her back.

I reached the bottom, my sisters and then my dragon-mother following after. The slave master marched up to us, hardly giving Nephi a look. Then he glanced over at me. His eyes focused hard as he said, “What is your business in Ankush?”

“Just a traveler here to see the wonders of Ankush,” I told him, grinning. “Like that Ziggurat.”

“It’ll be your life if you poke around there,” he said, shaking his head. “If you cause any problems, you will be severely punished. I would finish up your… exploration swiftly and depart if you have no real business here.”

I grinned at him. “Of course, of course.”

Then he held out his hand, “That will be a gold dupondius for the entry fee for you and your women.” He grinned at them. “If you wish to sell them, they would fetch you much wealth.”

I scowled. Gold, gold, gold. It was all anyone out in the world cared about. Luckily, the fortune Nephi had guarded before I tamed her was safely stored on the Treasure Box. I pulled out a purse and thrust him the coin. He gave me an oily grin as it vanished into his robe’s pocket.

“Enjoy your stay,” he said with a sneer full of contempt.

I marched ahead down the quay, Nephi falling in at my side. My sisters were behind me with my mother bringing up the rear. I looked around, sweat brimming on my brow. It was hot and it stank here. The sea smelled foul and rotten and the reek of unwashed bodies rose around us. We reached the quay itself. Men hauled sacks towards a ship. One of them leaked a yellow dye that added a spicy aroma to the air.

We left behind the docks and entered the busy city. Men and women moved about. Most of them wore robes, but I spotted the occasional man or woman with a collar about their throat and mostly naked, the men muscled men oiled, the women curvy and adorned in jewelry. Slaves with pierced nipples and even clits with chains attached to them trotted after their owners. Some of the slaves were fair-skinned like my mother, sisters, and me. But most were some hue of brown like the Naithan natives.

The city bustled in ways that neither Goldport nor Renma did. The streets thronged with people. Vendors hawked wares. They sold jewelry from Grahata, olive oil for Raratha, iron from Zeutch, copper pots from Thlin, mandrakes from Valya, and more. Fine cloth, rare leathers, and other exotic materials. Other vendors sold food. They grilled meat and vegetables on wooden skewers. Others sold bread rolls with savory meats or cheeses or sauces inside of them.

It was a riot of activity. Bewildering as we made our way through the throng, pressed tight together to keep from losing one another. I didn’t want any of my women getting lust. Nephi growled at anyone who got close, but it was often so loud, her warnings weren’t noticed.

We needed to find an inn. The afternoon was turning into evening. Once we had a place to stay, we could figure out how to seduce and breed a rakshasa. I ached to fuck one of the dangerous monsters. To risk getting my throat ripped out to enjoy rapture.

The street widened into a square lined with cages. People were browsing humans stuffed in them. Some were crammed full with a desultory lot while others held a few preening, young women naked and oiled to gleam in exciting ways.

“How much for the blue-haired slave!” a voice cried out to my right. “How much for her?”

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Lasla

A Naithan woman with a sly, even hungry smile, stepped up from a slave cage holding three girls with budding breasts who looked to be barely eighteen. They were all pale-skinned, two blonde and one with bright, red hair. They were lying on silks, their bodies on display. The slave-owner had long, wavy-brown hair that fell down to her ass. She wore a pair of gray robes that clung to her curvy form. A gold chain ran from the earring on her left ear to a nose ring.

Behind her, a tall and thin man with a whip lurked while two more slaved girls, clothed in simple tunics of white and with collars around their necks, rushed out to stand behind the woman who had marched up to us.

“I am Pradu, and I would love to buy your blue-haired slave,” the Naithan woman said to me. “She has such stunning characteristics. That is a natural hair color and not a dye?” Pradu gave a critical eye to Mother Azuliana. “I don’t see any hint at her roots so it can’t be a dye.”

“It’s her natural hair shade,” Kurtis said. “But she’s not for sale. I couldn’t possibly part from my favorite mommy-slave, can I?”

“Of course not,” Pradu said in disappointment. “But are you sure. She looks like she can be molded into a wonderful slave.”

“She is very obedient,” I said, feeling irritated.

“Is she?” asked Pradu skeptically. “She stands with such importance like she is better than her master, and her eyes are roaming. Bold. Challenging. She is not a woman ready to accept commands and obey them without thought. She needs to be properly educated.”

“She’s fine,” I objected.

“Fine.” Pradu rolled her eyes. “A slave should have no will of her own.” She glanced at the slavegirl to her right. The slave had her head bowed. “You, suck his cock.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said without hesitation and darted to Kurtis. She fell to her knees before him and, right here on the busy street, began opening up his robes.

Kurtis, of course, didn’t resist her.

She parted his robes and fished his cock out of his britches. She stroked him, running her hand up and down his cock. She had brown digits that contrasted with his pale shaft. Then she darted her head in and sucked on a stranger’s cock without any hesitation.

Kurtis moaned at the girl’s hunger. She sucked with passion on his cock. He smiled, clearly enjoying what she was doing to him. He ran his hand through her hair, his chest rising and falling. That grin on his face was full of delight.

“Does then blue-haired one obey that fast?” asked Pradu.

I stared at the girl in astonishment. There had been no sense that the girl wanted anything other than her mistress’s will. No doubts expressed, no hesitation, no having to be ordered more than once to do something.

Pradu said suck, and the girl did it.

“How did you get her to do that?” I asked, shocked.

“I have my ways,” Pradu said with a hungry smile. Then she glanced at the other girl. “Lick her pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The second girl, her black hair flowing behind her, fell to her knees before me.