Rakshasa Boyfriend: Alphonse (complete)

Male Monster Reader x Female Human

I was born in Rakshasa country. My father traveled often as a dignitary, and my mother was from Charbagne, where I spent most of my time. My mother was the head cook for the Charbagne royal palace. I learned the trade from her, and eventually took over the kitchen. But when my father became ill, we decided to move back to his homeland in Rakshasa Country. Through my connections, I’ve gotten a job in the royal palace. Unfortunately, I’m on the bottom rung of the kitchen hierarchy, and until I earn my place I’m given the most menial kitchen jobs.

This is fine. At least my dad is getting taken care of, and the royal palace is so different from the one back home in Charbagne. There’s a more relaxed air to this place, and since the Queen herself was once a commoner, the staff are more familiar with each other. Mythri visits the kitchen often, sometimes with her children in tow, to show them how the work is actually done. It’s strange compared to the more pompous overtones in Charbagne.

One of the things I quite like here is the staff dinner that takes place before the royal family is served, where everyone gets a chance to meet and know one another. I’ve been sitting with the maid staff lately, and I’ve gotten quite chummy with them. I’ve often found myself sitting next to you, and while you are quiet, you have a certain charm that I find endearing.

You’ve said yourself that you’re very shy, but you were very welcoming when I first came to sit at the table. You were the one who made room for me, and you seem to save me a seat each time. Although, you’re a lady of very few words, your expressions do enough talking. You’re distantly related to the rakshasa, so while you look almost entirely human, you have dark stripes on your skin and velvety pointed ears. I can only confess this to myself at the moment, but I’ve gotten very sweet on you. I have yet to gather the nerve to tell you my feelings, while trying to get used to my new job and home.

“How long have you worked at the palace?” I ask one day.

You’re gingerly sipping your tea. It’s hot out so the tea has been served chilled with frozen lemon wedges. “I can remember when Mythri was a maid here,” you answer softly. “She helped train me, actually.”

I lean onto the table. “That must be strange, seeing one of your own become the queen.”

“If it were to happen to anyone, I’m not surprised it was her.” You set your cup down and wipe your hands on your apron. “But you’ve worked in Charbagne. I’ve heard it’s beautiful there.”

“It is, but it’s a different sort of beautiful,” I say with a smile. “The mountains and the snow can’t compare to in Rakshasa Country, with all the colors and liveliness.”

“I’ve actually never seen snow,” you chuckle shyly. “I’ve lived here all my life!”

My eyes go wide. “Really? Well, you have to go and visit one day!”

A sad look comes over your face, but you maintain that same shy smile. “I’d like to. But there is no way someone like me could ever hope to see the other side of the world.”

It makes me sad to hear that, but I suppose it’s true. I was lucky to be born in an affluent family. Maybe that’s why they’ve been giving me such a hard time in the kitchen. Things have been getting better though, and my skills are being put to use in making desserts.

One day, I’m preparing a tray to be delivered to Mythri’s afternoon tea. She has guests over so I have made something special. As I’m taking the tray to the sunroom, I come across a scene just outside the kitchen. You’re standing with your back to the wall while someone I don’t know is talking to you. His body blocks yours, and while you’re trying to pay attention to him, you look a little frightened. He seems to be paying no mind, d inching ever closer.

“There you are. We’re going to be late,” I call over to you. Your head pops up, and a look of relief washes over your face.

“Alphonse!” you exclaim.

The man looks towards me with a frown. “Can you take care of it? We were having a conversation.”

Your smile fades again, and you look down at your feet. I grimace as the man turns away from me. “I’d really like for her to come along.”

The man waves dismissively, which causes my blood to boil. I put the tray aside and approach. “I’m sorry, sir. But she’s my girlfriend and she made a promise to help me set up this tea ceremony.”

Your eyes widen. The man turns, glaring down his nose at me. “She didn’t mention she was betrothed.”

“Did you ask her?” I tilt my head to the side. I know I’ve dug my own grave with this one, but I can’t go on seeing you looking so uncomfortable. Besides, this will only be a ruse until he leaves.

You slip away from him and come to my side, taking my arm in your hands. “Excuse me, sir, but I did promise him I would help. I owe him a favor.” You look up at me with a smile, and my heart skips a beat.

The man scowls and walks away without so much a word. You sigh heavily, pressing your forehead to my arm. “You’re a lifesaver!”

I take hold of your hand as we walk back to the cart. “I’m really sorry I went that far. You seemed so uncomfortable, and I just reacted. I really am sorry if that frightened you.”

“For a second!” you giggle. “But then I saw his face. You have nothing to apologize for. You really saved me.”

I carry the tray of sweets as you walk beside me. “What was he talking to you about? You seemed so upset.”

You sigh, seemingly relieved but still unnerved. “He arrived with Queen Mythri’s guests yesterday, and ever since I cleaned his room he’s been following me around. He’s a financial adviser or something, I’m not sure. But he cornered me talking about all the royals he’s worked with, how much money he’s been in charge of. He was explaining the proper way to fold sheets, too.” I grimace and you nod. “I know! I’m pretty sure he just likes the sound of his own voice.”

We enter the open doors of the sunroom, and you help me set up the table for sweets and food, folding napkins so they look like roses. “That’s amazing. How do you do that?” I ask.

You look up at me and smile. “It’s easy, mainly just rolling the napkin.” You show me in detail how you fold the napkin roses. “Maybe we can fold all of the napkins for our wedding, fiance,” you say teasingly.

“Oh!”

We turn around to see Mythri coming through the door holding a bouquet of flowers. The shocked but starry-eyed look on her face tells me she’s heard everything.

“Your majesty!” I exclaim.

“I’m sorry,” she says with a smile. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just coming in to set up the flowers.”

“I...” You look positively red in the face from embarrassment. “Queen Mythri, please don’t...”

“I won’t say a word,” she says quietly. “But I must confess I’m happy for you both!” Oh no! This wasn’t supposed to happen. “If the two of you need help at all planning, please ask me! I love weddings so much. And I’ve known you since you were so young!” she says to you. “It would be an honor to help you plan your nuptials! Especially since your father is such a good friend of Amit’s.”

“But your majesty...” I try to sputter.

Mythri taps her finger to her lips. “I know. Hush, hush. I won’t say a word about it until you two are ready. There must be a reason for the surprise.”

I look to you in desperation, and you look back at Mythri. “My mother! She doesn’t like chefs!” You glance at me in petrification.

“Goodness, what a strange thing,” Mythri says with a furrowed brow. “But I can understand that. Amit’s mother didn’t like me at all when we first met. It’s important to impress the mother, because the rest of the family should follow.”

“Right!” you squeak.

Mythri sets out the flowers, then samples one of my confections. “I’ll keep your secret,” she says with a wink. “If you need any help at all, especially with your mother, I would love to offer a hand.” She waves as she leaves the room.

“I panicked!” you whisper at me. “I’m sorry! I felt so bad telling her the truth.”

“Well,” I huff. “Maybe that’s the worst it will get. We can always explain it to her later. It’s okay. You were being bothered by that man, and I helped you on that basis.”

You slap your hands over your face. “I’m so stupid!”

“No,” I protest. “You reacted. I did the same thing in the hall. It’s okay.”

You peer at me through your fingers, pouting slightly. “Okay.I’m sure if anyone else did hear that, they wouldn’t believe it.”

I frown at you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re such a handsome and talented man, you could marry anyone you wanted.” You look up at me and smile sadly. “I bet you had lots of girls pining over you in Charbagne.”

This breaks my heart. You’re so cute and sweet, you deserve to marry a king yourself, and you also deserve to know that. “I would be extremely lucky if you were my fiance. Sure, I may have had girls pining, but I didn’t want to marry any of them.”

Your cheeks darken as you glance away from me. “You don’t have to keep lying to make me happy.”

“I mean it! I would marry you right now if you liked me at all.”

You’re silent as you walk beside me. I clear my throat. “Well, I mean... you are my fiance,” I chuckle.

You look back at me and smile. “You have to be quiet. What if someone else hears you?”

“Nothing can stop true love!” I say dramatically, and both of us start to laugh.

I think nothing of the matter after that. We can always explain away the lie to Queen Mythri, and she would understand the situation. But the next day, as I head into the kitchen, I see some of the others standing around whispering. “What’s up for today?” I ask as I go to my station and start sharpening my knife.

The other kitchen staff look at me. “When did you plan to tell us you’re engaged?”

I nearly slice off my knuckle. “Where did you hear that?”

“The whole kitchen is talking about it! Someone heard you and your fiance talking in the hall yesterday! Why did you want to keep this secret from us?”

The little fib has grown out of control. I haven’t even told you I have feelings for you, and now, somehow, the entire royal palace is ready to celebrate our engagement. That afternoon I leave the kitchen early to find you, hoping you’re not mortified by the rumor. I finally find you alone, sitting outside and crying. “Are you okay?” I rush up beside you.

You look up at me with big watery eyes and the saddest face I’ve ever seen. “Please don’t hate me. I didn’t know what to do.”

“What?” I take the edge of my apron and wipe off your face. “I came to make sure you didn’t hate me! Someone...”

You whimper and nod. “Someone overheard us, I know. My boss asked me about it, and she started questioning me about you. The man from yesterday said you tried to assault him. I didn’t want to get you in trouble, so I said we were engaged.”

I sigh heavily and sit down on the wall of the fish pond. “Him again,” I grumble.

“I don’t want you thinking I’m trying to use you to my advantage. I just was scared if I said something else, you’d get hurt or worse!” More tears spring to your eyes.

“I’m sorry it went this far. I should have just told him to leave you alone.” I put my hand around your face. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

You lean into my palm and sniffle more. I pull you into my arms and hug you, letting you cry onto my chest. “You know, it’s funny. I’ve been too cowardly to admit I like you, and now everyone thinks we’re getting married.”

You look up at me in disbelief. “What?”

I smile apologetically at her. “I do like you. I think you’re cute and sweet, and whenever I want to talk to you, I get nervous and tongue-tied.”

You rub at your eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“I am saying it, but I mean it too.”

You look at me, eyes puffy, nose red, and lashes glittering with tears. “I like you too,” you say as quietly as possible.

“You’re just saying that,” I tease.

You finally smile. “I mean it.”

I kiss the tip of your nose. “Glad to know that before we get married.”

You fall against my chest again, burying your face there. “Don’t say that! People will really start to believe it.”

I rub your back as I hold you. “We’ll explain ourselves. We’ll have to come clean about it eventually.”

“It’s gone so far now, and I don’t want you getting in trouble with that guy.” You look up at me with wide eyes.

I brush your hair aside, taking note of the black stripes along your scalp. “If I have to quit, I’ll quit. But surely, if Mythri hears our side, she’ll understand.” I sigh heavily. “It’s my fault. I should take responsibility for this.”

“I helped spread it farther, so it’s just as much my fault.” You smile shyly up at me. “So, you really like me?”

I chuckle and nod. “I really do.” My heart is pounding so fast, and I feel enthralled to have finally said it to you.

“Maybe after we break off our engagement, we could go to this tea room outside the palace, Alphonse.”

“A nice way to celebrate,” I chuckle.

That evening as I’m cleaning up the kitchen, almost everyone has gone. It’s my job to mop at the end of the day, which is fine, it’s quiet and I enjoy the solitude. I’m nearly done when the kitchen doors open, and as I turn to look I’m struck in the jaw. When I’m on the floor, my assailant kicks me, and I look up to see the financier from the hallway. He smirks down at me. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

“What is wrong with you?” I snarl. I stand up, holding my jaw where he hit me. “I didn’t do a thing to you.”

“I had that girl in the palm of my hand, then you had to go and embarrass me.” He pops his knuckles. “Now I look like an ass.”

“You did that to yourself,” I growl. “Not me. You were making her uncomfortable.”

“Only because she wanted me, and she didn’t want you of all people catching us. I never get these things wrong.” He taps the side of his nose.

I grimace at him, staving off my desire to hit him. “Then take your nose off the trail, sir.” I try to walk away, but he steps in front of me. “I’m not doing this with you.”

“You’d best not.”

I am literally surrounded by knives. Is he serious? I try to step away again, and again he blocks me. “This is childish.” I grab his head in my palm and shove him aside, then keep walking. I leave the kitchen, heading up the hallway to the staff quarters. I fear this will end in one of two ways - the financier will claim I assaulted him, and granted, I did shove him, or he will lash out at you.

When I inquire after you, I find you’ve been sent to the financier’s room. I run to catch up with you, and when I come upon you in the hall I grab your hand. “Stop. Don’t go in there.”

“What’s wrong?” you exclaim.

I pull you along. “Come with me, just stay with me.”

You look back and grasp my hand in return. I tell you about the financier confronting me in the kitchen, and about my fears. You tell me you’re grateful, and we go outside the palace walls for the night. You take me to the tea room, and we share a booth and a pot of tea. “I fear you’ll get in trouble,” you say.

“I’m not worried about me,” I confess. “It’s you I worry for.”

You sit close to me in the warm, cozy booth. “I don’t want to see you leave the palace. I like having you around. I like seeing you.”

I kiss the top of your head. “I like seeing you too.”

You tilt your chin to look up at me, andI close my eyes, kissing you softly until your hand touches my cheek. I deepen the kiss, placing my hands on your arms and moving them down. You tug on my shirt and giggle softly.

“What?”

“Your whiskers tickle, Alphonse,” you say with a smile.

I kiss your cheek. “You’ll have to grow used to that.”

It’s dark and starry out when we leave the tea room. There’s a chill in the air that reminds me of the breezes in Charbagne. You gaze up at the stars, then turn and look back at me. “I’m not ready to go back yet.”

I kiss your forehead. “I don’t want them to think I am running. Is there somewhere you can stay here until he is gone?”

“My mother lives near here,” you say. “But I don’t want you to go back alone.”

“I don’t care what that man does to me,” I whisper. “I don’t want him hurting you. I can handle myself, but if anything happened to you, I would lose it.”

You pull me down and kiss me. “My mother lives near the market. She does fortune readings. You should be able to find her.”

“Go on, then,” I whisper. “Stay there for now. If anything happens, I’ll come for you.”

I go back to my room in the palace, where I wait until morning. I go about my duties like always, but at noon a palace guard collects me. I’m taken down to the barracks and held there. I knew the financier would retaliate, but at least he’s taking it out on me. Later in the evening, I’m brought to Amit’s presence, and he would be intimidating even if he wasn’t king. I tell him my side of the story, to the last detail - how I faked the engagement these past weeks to protect you from the financier’s advances. How he tried to fight me in the kitchen.

Amit listens, taking it all in with grace. “Thank you for your honesty, Alphonse. I have to take this seriously, and as the son of dignitary, you know this.” he says cooly.

I nod. “Of course.”

Amit sighs heavily. “There’s no reason for you to be in the barracks, though. Go back to your quarters, gather your things, and go to your parents’ home until this is sorted. I’ll send someone to bring you back once I have dealt with the matter.”

“I would rather stay here, sir.”

“I would rather you didn’t, and pretend you’re in the cells so I can get rid of this headache,” he grumbles.

My ears perk up. “Sir?”

“These visiting dignitaries. Never you mind. Do what I said.” He points to the door. “Go now so I can say you’ve been locked up.”

I nod. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

I do as he asked, heading to my parents home. But when I reach their door, I turn and go searching for the market. I ask for the fortune teller’s house, and I am directed to a building with a bright pink flag hanging out front. I go inside, and the air is thick with incense smoke. The walls are decorated bright pink, and curtains are hung over all the windows to dim the room.

“Come in, young man,” a woman calls. “I was expecting you.”

I turn and see a woman with stripes like yours. “I’m looking for...”

“I know exactly what you are looking for!” She takes my hand and leads me to a table. “Come, now! I will help you find what you are seeking.”

“I know you can. If you’ll just let me...”

For someone so small, she easily forces me into a chair. Then she claps her hands and calls your name. “Bring the tea leaves!” She sits down across from me and pops her knuckles. “Now, let’s see, a handsome young man like you. The tea leaves will speak freely.”

“No, ma’am. I’m sorry, but I’m actually looking for...”

“Alphonse!” you yelp as you step into the room.

Your mother looks at me. “The cook boy?”

“Mama! This is who I was telling you about.” You run up to me and hug my neck. “I was so scared!”

“It’s all right. Amit has sent me to the jail cells,” I say with a laugh. “I think he understands what’s going on.”

Your mother stands. “I’ll leave you two be. I have a card game with the neighbors anyway.”

She gets up and leaves, and you kiss me.“I’m so glad you’re here. Let’s get out of this incense.” You tug on my hand and take me to the back, where your room is. “What happened?”

“Amit told me to stay with my parents until the dignitaries leave. I think they’re getting on his last nerve, but I’m not certain.” I kiss you softly. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I went home.”

“I’m glad you did. Mother’s fortunes kept changing over and over,” she sighs. “She’s good at bluffing, at least.”

I kiss your forehead. “I told Amit everything, so I’m sure people will know the engagement is fake.”

“That’s good, I suppose,” you sigh.

I smooth my thumb over your cheek. “You sound disappointed.”

“Being betrothed to someone like you would be any girl’s dream,” you say softly. “I’m embarrassed to say how much I enjoyed playing your fiance.”

“It wasn’t bad while it lasted. But you know, being with you is a dream all its own.”

You look at me with starry eyes, and I have to kiss you. You kiss me in return, tugging on my shirt until one of the buttons rips off. “I’m sorry!” you gasp. Your eyes linger on my bare chest. “Really sorry,” you giggle as you look away.

“I didn’t know you were so rough,” I tease. “For someone who looks so small and soft.”

You shiver. “Alphonse.”

I nip your ear, and you tug my shirt again as a moan escapes your lips. “My ears… they’re sensitive.”

I kiss and bite again. “I’ll stop if you want.”

“Alphonse,” you shudder. I lick, and you press closer to me. “No, I like it.”

I put my hands around your soft waist and nibble your ear, feeling your shiver from head to toe. You look up at me with a heady gaze and my mouth goes dry.

“Are you sensitive anywhere?” you ask coyly.

I try to swallow, but my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. “In a couple of places,” I say breathlessly. “Would you like me to show you?”

You climb into my lap, kissing me eagerly. “Yes, please.”

I lay you down on the bed and stand up, undressing while you watch in gleeful anticipation. Then I sit back down beside you, guiding your hand to my side. “Here,” I whisper. I place your other hand above my tail. “And here.”

You caress down my side, watching my expression as I begin to melt. You kiss my bare chest and move closer to me, kissing down my side as your hand moves to scratch the base of my tail. “Ah!” I cry out in pleasure.

You smile excitedly, touching and kissing until I have to push your hand away. “You’re riling me up.”

You look into my lap with a smirk. “Sorry. I can stop if we need to.” You sit back on the bed and put your hands in your lap. Your eyes keep flicking to the bulge in my pants.

I clear my throat. “If you want to stop.”

You shyly shake your head. “I liked where things were going.”

I breathe raggedly, but I lick my chops and move in on you. I push you down on the bed, kissing you hungrily as I paw off your clothes. You’re so small and plump, it makes me feel better about my own paunch. I kiss down your soft skin, along your stripes and stretch marks.

“Alphonse,” you sigh.

“Yes?” I look into your eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

You look down and press your foot against the bulge in my pants. “You must be uncomfortable like that.”

I kiss you hungrily. “A little. Do you mind if I let it out?”

You shake your head and giggle.

I strip off my pants, kicking them aside. Next thing I know, your hand is wrapped around my penis. I moan desperately, thrusting into your palm. “It’s really warm,” you whisper.

“It’s happy to meet you.”

You laugh and squeeze gently. “It feels nice. Can I lick it?”

My ears perk up in excitement. “Do you want to?”

“Just a little.” You rise and smooth your palms over my thighs, and my cock bobs happily as you gaze at it. Dipping down, you kiss the glans and then dart your tongue over it. Your mouth is warm and soft, and I close my eyes as you take your time exploring. I moan your name out loud as you take me between your lips, suckling softly.

“Alphonse?”

I look at you, seeing that pleading look in your eyes. I pull you into my lap and hold your hips in my hands. “I’ll go slow, okay?”

You nod. “I trust you.”

I slowly ease you down upon me, and I could melt from your warmth. I growl into your ears until the sound becomes sweet purrs. You bury your face against my neck, gasping sweetly for breath as you take me inside. You squeeze tightly around me with your inner walls, and I almost lose my breath from the sweetness of the sensation. I take my time to savor it, then I slowly begin to move you, guiding you up and down.

“How do you feel?” I whisper.

“Like I’ll burst,” you pant.

I kiss you, laying you back down on the bed and moving slowly. I take my time, never wasting a second. I feel you coil and breathe around me. Your body shudders and your voice cracks, and until the very last moment, I enjoy everything.

When I wake, I feel weak but sated, and seeing you sleeping beside me fills me with joy. I watch you sleep, excited to start the day with you. We may not be betrothed, but I have a feeling we will be in our futures. You wake and smile at me, looking shy all of a sudden. “Good morning,” you giggle.

“How did you sleep?” I ask.

You curl up to me and kiss me. “I was too exhausted to notice. You really tired me out last night.”

“I’m happy to,” I whisper. “Anytime you desire.”

You scratch the base of my tail. “And I wish the same to you.”