Ravi the Rakshasa

Female Reader x Male Monster

Originally Published: October 18th, 2017

(Attempted SA Warning)

You were excited about the festival. It was an event your father put on every year to celebrate and thank the people of the village. Your father was a nobleman but he was kind and generous to his people. He was much well loved outside his home as he was in it. You were the only daughter out of five boys and the youngest as well. You were ready to admit your father did spoil you. But he also made you and your brothers understand hard work and the value of what you had.

It never occurred to you that your father was seen as eccentric by his friends. When you joined the events your family threw you heard what people whispered behind his back. The whole thing it sent you crying to your room. It took you a while to build up a thick skin. Your brothers explained that the only reason they did that was because they weren’t good people.

“People like that are always miserable,” your brother explained. “They have to make themselves feel better by talking horribly about others. Especially people like dad and us. You have to pity these people.” He wiped your face dry. “They don’t know how to be happy without stepping on someone else’s toes.”

“What an awful way to live,” you blubber.

“It is. So when you hear people talk shit, just realize you’re happier than they have ever been. We win! Get it?”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to win that way. I don’t want to be in competition with these people.”

He smiles and pinches your nose. “I know. Maybe you’re the best of all.” He takes your hand. “Come on. I’m sure dad will want a dance with you.”

To be honest, you don’t much care for the balls or the feasts anyways. You much prefer your room or sitting in the kitchen with the staff. They’re the kind of people you enjoy being around. You feel as if you can understand them. Most of them you’ve known from the moment you were born.

Your chef is a Rakshasa woman from the east. She’s been your mother’s best friend since before your parents married. She came with your mother and she swore she’d die with her too. She was the best chef in all the districts and she was the best person you’d ever met.

“My son works for the king back home,” she tells you. “He worries me.” She feeds you your favorite sweet rolls and melts you butter for them. “He sends me letters telling me all these stupid moronic things. ‘I got stabbed again Ma. Oh, I lost my eye this time Ma. Ma you should see the new medal they gave me.’” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “The damn fool is trying to kill me.” He growls and her lip curls up, showing the gold fang she loves.

“Why didn’t you son come with you?” You ask.

“He wants me to come back home. I want him here with me. Sure he’s scarred from his toes to his ears but he’s a beautiful boy. I’d love for him to come work for your family and I can keep him from losing his last eye.” She shakes her head and pets your hair. “But we both have different callings in our lives. He wants to fight for his kingdom and I want to cook.”

You smile. “Do you miss your home, Mali?”

He shrugs. “I’ve been here over thirty years. I think I’ve found my place in the universe. I wouldn’t mind a visit, but then I’d miss all of you.”

When preparations for the festival were under way your father and mother took her aside. They offered her a chance to go home to see her son or even bring him here. After some correspondence not only was her son coming to visit but the Rakshasa royal court was as well. Of course, everything changed then. The regular festival preparations were kicked into high gear. It became something more than a festival of the people, it became the biggest event in all the districts!

When the royal court arrived Mali stood with you and your mother. She was dressed in her finest robes and headdress. You’d never seen Mali look so beautiful. The Rakshasa king was a massive white tiger. His queen was a beautiful young woman. They had twin boys, also white tigers, they were both barely five years of age.

Your mother welcomed the queen and her children with open arms. Your father shook the king’s hand and both were soon laughing. You had no idea how your father did it, but he could bring a smile to anyone’s face.

“Ravi!” Mali raced out and wrapped her arms around a Rakshasa warrior. He was tall and broad shouldered. He was big, but nothing like the King. He was scared from toe to ear like his mother said. Even still he was handsome and proud.

“Ravi, my darling,” she brings him to you. “This is the young lady I was telling you about.” She’s beaming so brightly and proud at her child.

He looks down at you, his own golden eye darting over you then back to his mother. “Is this the one who would only poop if you were in the room.”

You hang your head and cover your face as you blush bright red.

Mali strikes him hard, sending him to his knees. She begins berating him in their native language. He argues back and she hisses at him. He huffs and stands back up.

“My apologies,” he grumbles at you. “I wasn’t awake you weren’t five anymore.”

You frown. “It is an honest mistake.”

He sighs and looks at his mother again. “I should go along with the rest.”

She nods. “Yes, yes, go. Be the big man on campus. Forget who brought you into this world.” He kisses his mother and rejoins the rest of the court.

Mali puts her arm around your back and leads you back inside. “He forgets his manner in front of pretty women.”

You blush and glance back, seeing your mother talking to the queen. She is beautiful, you don’t blame Ravi making such a foible with her around.

Over the next few days, more noblemen arrive to meet the Rakshasa court. The house has never quite been so full before. You’re happy to escape to the kitchen. You find the queen there a lot. You find out that she had once been a servant in the palace. She had been working there and then was hired by the King to run special missions for him.

“I’m more at home here than anywhere,” she smiles. Her twins are passed out and purring under the table. Their fists clutched around stolen sweet rolls. “Besides, all these people here.” She rolls her eyes. “They’re so exhausting! How do you stand it.”

“Barely,” you shrug. “Usually the festival is a time for our village. The other nobles barely pay it any mind.”

“I apologize for that. My husband has been wanting to expand our reach. He’s wanting to make connections so that our country can keep peace. Your father seems like the best candidate.”

A ball is held one night for all the nobles who have come. You attend, but you just float at the edges of the room. You pick at the food and you watch people. As you stand at the back of the room someone comes and stands beside you.

“Amazing crowd, isn’t it?” He asks.

You glance up and recognize the man as the Duke of Colbalt. He’s one of the most eligible bachelors in the districts. He’s tall and handsome. The most stunning blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s an accomplished author, his book of poetry happens to be one of your favorites.

“Yes,” you manage to squeak. “We aren’t used to this sort of crowd.”

He smiles at you and your heart begins to rattle the cage of your ribs. He introduces himself to you with a graceful bow. You introduce yourself with a less than graceful one, but his eyes still hold you in adoration.

“Your father knows how to throw a ball. Too bad no one here knows how to enjoy it.” He says.

“I’ve been told that people like these can only enjoy themselves when others are miserable like them.” You gasp and cover your mouth. “Oh, forgive me.”

He laughs and your heart hammers harder. “Oh no, never apologize for that. I agree with you.”

You spend the rest of the night talking to him. He’s charming and sweet and more than anything he admires your father. You feel nice talking to him and when you have to go you find yourself unable to part from him.

“I’ll see you around I’m certain.” He kisses the back of your hand and bids you goodnight.

You’re swooning and as you turn around you see Ravi standing at the edge of the garden. He’s glaring and his lip is curled. You duck your head as you walk passed him.

“The way my mother went on about you I wouldn’t think you’d be smiling for some idiot like that.” He growls.

You stop and look up at him. “I beg your pardon.”

“His eyes may be blue but he’s full of shit just the same,” Ravi huffs.

You frown. “You don’t even know him?”

“Don’t I?” He tilts his head at you. “Mother seems to think you’re better than the rest of these people. I have yet to understand her fascination with you.”

“Mali is special to me. I love her dearly, so I won’t say anything to someone she loves dearly.” You turn on your heel and head back to your room. You’re not going to allow him to ruin your good evening.

You spend more time with Colbalt. You meet him privately and he reads to you from his books. You begin to think you’re falling for him. Although it seems anytime you leave his side, Ravi is somewhere lurking nearby.

“Stop seeing him,” he snarls at you. “I’m saying this for your own good.”

“You don’t even know me,” you snap at him.

“Like hell, I don’t.” He leers down at you. “You need to get wise. There’s no good in that scumbag. Don’t be stupid.”

You shove him. Your palms press against his hard chest and for a moment you feel his heart beating so hard. You frown at him. “Leave me alone! I love your mother but I have no feelings for you.”

One day as you’re meeting Colbalt and enjoying tea with him he reaches for his pocket them huffs. “Damn, I forgot it.”

“Excuse me?” You ask.

“I had something I wanted to give you.” His smile is kind. “A token to remember me by.”

You blush and bite back your grin.

“Come with me.” He stands up and offers his hand to you. “We’ll go fetch it quickly from my room and be right back.”

You take his hand, too excited to think twice. He takes you to his room and leads you inside. As you step inside you hear a small click when the doors shut. The room is dark and you can barely see. You then feel his hand around your waist and he pulls you close. You expect a kiss but what comes makes your blood run cold. His kiss isn’t kind or soft like you imagined. It’s hard and wet, his tongue pushing between your lips. You try to push him away but he holds your fast.You scramble and fight against him. You manage to break away but he strikes you across the face and you fall to the floor. He’s upon you.

“No!” You sob. “Please!”

He holds you chin, hurting you. “You’ve been all over me all week,” he growls. “How can you say no now when all you’ve been doing is begging.”

You’re blubbering, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “No!” Is all you can manage to say. There’s too much fear and doubt inside you now to think of anything else.”No…”

“You want me,” he lifts your legs up and rips your hose. You scream and he slaps you. “Be quiet. I hate it when you’re loud. Don’t you want me to be happy? Don’t you want me to like you?” He rips at your dress. “You should be happy someone like me wants some fat cow like you. Be honored! No one else will ever feel this way for someone like you.”

You about to fall back and give up. You’re so scared that all you can think about is Ravi and his strong arms.

The door flies open with a loud bang. Colbalt sits up and a moment later is sent flying through the air. You scramble backward and cower, covering your head as you hear Colbalt grunt and cuss. You hear a scream and then vomiting. A second later you’re scooped from the ground.

He holds you tenderly in his arms and takes you to your room. “Do you want me to stay with you?” His voice is gentle and warm. He touches your cheek where Colbalt hit you. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get there in time.”

“Ravi…you were right,” you snivel and shake.

“And I hate it,” he wraps you up in his arms. You squeeze yours tight around him as you sob into his chest. “I should have punched the asshole when I had the chance.”

“Ravi,” you whimper.

“I’m here.” He starts purring. The sound and vibrations make you feel better. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise. I won’t let him near you ever again.”

Moments later your mother and Mali are in the room with you. Mali is brandishing her kitchen knife and your mother take you from Ravi’s arms. Word spreads fast. It’s not long that someone comes for Ravi to lock him away. The King, however, agrees to lock Ravi in his chambers until matters are settled. Ravi volunteers, saying he understands his actions but he has no guilt for them.

You hear from your father that Colbalt is blaming you for everything. He says that you came to him. You made him take you to his chambers and when he wouldn’t do as you pleased you had the Rakshasa savage attack him.

You start sobbing, unable to stand your father’s gaze upon you. You still feel the doubt seize you up. You know that’s not the truth. But you feel as if somehow it was still your fault.You feel so ashamed.

Your father pulls you into his arms and he holds you tight. “You don’t honestly think I believe that idiot do you?”

You squeeze your arms around him.

“I know he’s lying. You aren’t capable of something like that at all. I’ve heard stories of Colbalt and his trail of lovers. My poor child,” he kisses the top of your head. “I want to kill him. But the King talked me out of it.”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” you cry.

“Do not apologize,” he scolds. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You trust people. That is a wonderful quality that he took advantage of. Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure he never hurts another pure heart again.”

You nod and sniffle. Relief flooding you. “Can I see Ravi? I want to thank him.”

“Of course.” Your father leads you to the King’s chambers where he is being held. The Guards fetch the queen and then she leads you to the small room where Ravi is being held.

He stands as you come in and he looks you over. His eyes full of sincere concern. “Are you alright?” He asks.

You smile at him. “I’m fine thanks to you.” You hold up a basket full of food that Mali sent you with.

He takes it and sets it aside. He touches your bruised cheek and wrists. “I didn’t do enough,” he growls.

“Ravi,” you whisper. “I came to thank you. These bruises will heal but if you hadn’t have come I never would have recovered from what he had planned.” You hold his chin in your palm. “You saved my life. I’ll never be able to repay that.”

His ears flick them smooth along his head. You scratch his chin and he begins to purr again. You sit and eat with him. Even in silence, you feel safe and comfortable with Ravi. You understand that all his rough behavior from before was his attempts to protect you. He wanted so much to just punch Colbalt toothless. Instead, he respected your space.

Until your they decided what to do with Colbalt, you went and visited Ravi every day. You brought him lunch and you stayed with him. One day you fell asleep in his lap. Stuffed and warmed by the sun in the window, it felt so natural.

You wake up as Ravi touches your cheek and runs his fingers through your hair. You sit up and you both lock eyes. You close yours and you feel a soft, gentle kiss. Ravi purrs as he pulls back.

“Is it ok?” He asks. “Can I do it again?”

You smile and reach up, kissing him. His purrs grow louder and his tail curls around your waist.

“You aren’t afraid?” He asks.

You shake your head. “You’re my hero,” you whisper.

He chuckles and kisses your cheek, purring as he nuzzles against your neck. His arms wrap around you and you stroke the back of his head. “I promise, I’ll always protect you,” he whispers.

The next day your father brings you with him to interview Colbalt. He’s just returned from the hospital. He’s bandaged and bruised but he still holds a haughty and triumphant expression. You feel sick standing in his presence but your father holds your hand reassuringly.

“Tell us,” your father starts. “What transpired between you and my daughter the evening of the attack.”

Colbalt glances at you then turns to your father with a smirk. “I’m sure she’s trying to act like the victim,” he scoffs. “But since the day I arrived, she has done nothing but throws herself at me. She’s made it very clear what her intentions are. So that evening, she tells me she has something to give me but she wants to show me in private. So she asks me to take her to my room. Well, once we’re there is all I can do to keep my barrings. I tell her no.”

You flinch then. Your eyes grow wide and your fingers tighten white-knuckled around your father’s hand.

“I kept telling her over and over. No. No. This isn’t right,” he continues. “She just won’t take no for an answer.”

You raise your head and stand up. He stares at you and your chin is trembling. “How many others have told you no?” You shout. “How many small voices have begged those words to you?”

Your father continues to hold a firm grip on your hand. But only because he knows if he lets go you’ll cause proper damage.

“Tell me!” You shout at Colbalt who jumps from his seat. “Tell me how many times you’ve heard those words screamed! Tell me! Who else deserves to hear you cry for forgiveness you don’t deserve!”

The door opens and the King and Ravi stand there. Colbalt yelps in fear and stumbles. He can’t go forward and he can’t go back. He swallows and tries to regain his cool. “I see. So you’ve brought them both here since they are complicit in my attack.”

“What if I said I brought him here to finish what he started?” The King growls at Colbalt. “I don’t suffer rapists in my kingdom and I certainly won’t suffer them anywhere else.”

“I’m not a rapist!” Colbalt laughs nervously.

The King and Ravi’s ice cold stares offer him nothing but more fear.

“I invited the King and his knight here because, to be honest, young man, I don’t believe you.” Your father starts. “You expect me to believe you over my own child? That was your first mistake. Second, Ravi’s record speaks for itself. Your record, however, does not. You’ve harmed more lives than I care to imagine. In my opinion, letting Ravi carry out his kingdom’s corporal punishment would be a blessing.”

“What?” Colbalt shrieks.

“But this isn’t his kingdom and you did not commit a crime against his people.” YOu father shakes his head. “No. You committed a crime in my home and on my own child. So it is my corporal punishment you shall face.”

Your father turns you over to Ravi. “I trust her to your care, Ravi. For now, Colbalt is my responsibility.” He users you out of the door while he and the King shut the door.

You look up at Ravi and he holds your hands. “They’re shaking,” he whispers.

“I got so mad,” you squeeze his massive paws. “I got too angry and I just…I wanted to kill him.”

Ravi kisses the top of your head. “You’re more justified than I.” He leads you down the hallway. You go and sit in the garden with him. You curl up beside him, happy to just be held in his arms.

Once festival is over, the Rakshasa court packs up to head back east. You cry as you bid Ravi goodbye.

“I don’t know what I can promise you,” he replies. “But just know you are with me forever.” He kisses you and you hold his face to return it in full.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him. “For everything.”

He kisses you again and chokes back a cry. “Stay safe. For my sake,” he forces a laugh.

You nod, only able to watch as he marches off with the rest of the court. Mali holds you and takes you back inside.

Your father purchased all of Colbalt’s lands and properties. Colbalt was left with only a title. It was little comfort to you though. He may have been punished but that didn’t do anything to help the people he hurt. When you begin receiving letters from young men and women thanking you for your help you begin to let go. Your father took what he bought from Colbalt and spread it among his victims in your name. You saved the letters and sent them all in a package to Ravi.

You kept a correspondence with him. Luckily there were no battles to fight, so you got no word of any new scars or wounds. You didn’t have to worry as much. One day you receive a letter from the queen. She’s inviting you to the court offering you a job as a counselor in her court to others like you. You take the job. When you arrive in the Rakshasa the queen greets you.

“I’m so glad you could come,” she squeezes you tight. “I’m very excited about this venture. I have you and several other young men and women to start this program.”

“I’m more than happy to be here,” you reply. “I know my case isn’t near as bad as most. But I want to offer my support.”

The queen shows you your new quarters and your bags are delivered along with a hot meal. The queen leaves you be to relax and unpack at your leisure. You sit down, enjoying the hot food provided. You huff, it’s nowhere near as good as Mali’s you find.

There’s a knock on your door and you stand up. “One moment,” you say through a mouthful. You manage to swallow it back and you open the door. You look at a scarred chest and you look up, meeting Ravi’s eye.

You pull him into the room before he can speak. You kiss him hard and whimper when he pulls away. “I missed you,” you gasp.

Ravi kisses you again. “I can’t get you out of my mind.” He kisses your neck and cheek. “I’m so glad to see those vile bruises gone.” He smoothes his paw over your cheek. “I’m glad to see your beautiful smile still shines.”

Your lip trembles and you smile. “Ravi,” you whisper.

“I cannot believe you’re here. I feel like I’m dreaming. But I’m holding you and touching you.” He kisses you again. “I love you.”

“Ah,” you kiss him and moan. “I love you too.” You pet down his chest. “Ravi, can you stay tonight?”

He nods. “Like they can take me away,” he laughs.

You bite your lip and your fingers trace along the front of his pants. He flinches and holds his breath. You rub your palm along his length. You look up at him. “Will you make love with me?” You ask.

Ravi grunts, rolling his hips at your touch. His tail twitches and dance behind him. “Are you sure?”

“I know what I want.” You take his paw and lead him to the bed. You strip off your clothes and blush as you stand bare before him. “Even if I am a fat cow…” He presses his hand over your mouth and growls.

“You’re perfect,” he lays you down on the bed and trails his kisses down your naked body. He’s so gentle and tender with you. His kisses and tongue feel good on your body. Your soft tummy and thick legs.

“I love you and your cute body,” he purrs. “You’re so warm and soft. Your skin is like cream.”

You tremble. “Really?”

He kisses your lips and cups your cheek. “I want to enjoy every inch.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. His lips part and his tongue darts across your lips. You suck his tongue and he moans. You feel his heat below as it rubs against your thigh. He pulls back and lifts your legs. He kisses down your belly and mound again. His lips press against your warm folds. His tongue laps against you and you let out a soft cry. He kisses and licks more. You begin to grow warm. Your whole body tingling at his touch. He presses his tongue inside you and you let out a yelp.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. His eye flicks up to you. He then stands and leans over top of you. His length rubs against your folds and you whimper. You cling to him as he kisses you. He slicks himself in your heat and wetness. His purrs grow louder and louder. He then lifts up panting.

“I’m going to push in now,” he strokes your cheek. “Ok?”

You nod and inch closer. You hold his hand as he arches his hips. He guides himself into place and slowly pushes inside. You whimper, closing your eyes as you feel him stretch and stuff you. You sigh, relieved that it feels good. You’d heard horror stories.

“Don’t relax just yet,” he chuckles. “I haven’t even gotten you to cry my name yet.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and meet his kiss. You moan into his mouth as he begins to move. He’s so big everywhere, you think. You gasp and stretch, rolling in the pleasure he is eager to give. He moves his hips slow, thrusting inside and pulling back. He’ll then grab onto your hips and go hard and fast, making you cry out in the best sort of way. He then slows and catches his breath, growling, and grunting as he steadies himself. He then goes hard again, pulling back just when you think you might faint.

You claw your fingers down his back and grip his rear. He kisses you and nuzzles to your ear. “Are you ready?”

You kiss his cheek. “I want all of you.”

He pulls back and grabs your hips. He lifts them up and then pushes closer. You whimper, feeling his knot at your entrance. You grit your teeth and gasp as he pushes it inside you. He locks firmly in place and you feel the first ripple run through your body.

He pants and snarls. He steadies himself for a moment then he moves his hips precisely. His cock is firmly in place, but his thrusts shake you and push against a sensitive spot inside. Your mouth opens wide as you feel your body become wracked with waves of pleasure. You cry into his shoulder as you cling to him. Your fingers dig into his flesh and you cry his name over and over. He growls, shuddering. His hips jerk and buck and you feel something hot stuff your insides. It’s thick and you quiver again at the sensation.

Ravi pants and licks his chops. He slowly and carefully pulls himself from inside you. His seed spills out and he licks you clean. His rough tongue pulling wave after wave from your body until you have to whimper for him to stop.

He lays down beside you and wraps you up in his arms. His soft purrs make you want to melt. You cuddle to his chest. Your fingers tracing and counting scars.

“How do you feel?” He whispers.

You sigh and kiss his neck. “I feel amazing.”

“I’m glad,” he nuzzles his cheek to yours.

You kiss him, soft and fluttering. “I love you, I really do.” You cuddle to his chest. “I love every scar and mark. I was so lonely without you.”

He pets down your back and smiles. “Me too. When I was told you’d be coming here to work, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was an excited mess until the moment I saw you standing in that door.”

You beam up at him. “My hero,” you whisper as he kisses you again.