Rakshasa Boyfriend: Ravi #2 (complete)

 It has been a while since I last wrote Ravi, but you can catch up with the first part here. 

   I have been working with Queen Mythri for some time now, she has paid for me to further my education in therapy and counseling, and we have worked together on quite a few projects. Mythri has recommended me to many of her friends and other kingdoms, as such, I have traveled quite a bit, far more than I ever expected back home across the Cobra Strait. Back home, I hadn’t expected much, while my parents supported me in whatever I did, I still expected to marry have kids and live the life my mother did hosting parties and banquets.

I am happy for the life I lead now, I am so glad to be helping girls and boys of all ages who have suffered abuse in ways I have. I am grateful that Mythri saw the promise in me and knew I could help them. I have also started training others, so that way, there are more people able to help victims of sexual assault and abuse. Mythri has called us the Gentle Army for our efforts, and I quite like that.

Aside from my work, there is something else I never expected to have, my Ravi. Once a Rakshasa guard for Amit and Mythri, now he serves the Gentle Army and me. He guards us because many think what we do isn’t right. Also, whenever I am called to work cases that are going to court, Ravi will safeguard the victims. In many instances, Ravi has saved quite a few lives.

Ravi is a sharp, cutting figure, with his many battle scars he looks quite intimidating, but I know the kindness and gentleness he possesses. When we first met, Ravi made me so nervous, he looked so mean and gruff, but I soon learned my lesson. Appearances aren’t everything, and my Ravi held the biggest surprise of all.

All these months I have been working, sometimes Ravi travels with me, other times he goes with others in the Gentle Army or stays at the palace. Recently, he’s been training the new guard while Kalidas is on his honeymoon.

The wedding was a sweet and simple one, but it had my head spinning nonetheless. I had been daydreaming even before then about Ravi and I getting married. I had always imagined my wedding day as a little girl, putting on some fancy dress and playing pretend with my dolls or whatever friend I roped into the fantasy. 

I was missing Ravi, so my daydreams have gotten much worse. I had pictured a number of weddings from grand to rustic. I have seen Ravi arrive on ships and come down in embroidered suits and in another daydream, he’s dressed in his robes as he stands at an altar of flowers. I know I need to stop being so wistful and dreamy, but I cannot help myself.

My current mission is taking me to the Polar where I have been summoned by Czarina Katrina. The Polar has never been a hospitable place, but recently Mythri and Amit have been in talks with Katrina and Gregori. An uneasy alliance has formed between the once hostile kingdoms and Katrina has called me in, wanting to talk with me before actually using my skills.

I have seen harsh winters back home, but nothing like what happens when I go into the Polar. Waterfalls have frozen midstream, forming arching gates that lead into the palace grounds. Everything is white and frosted over, looking like the world is frozen in time. How the snow makes everything seem so quiet I do not know. But the beauty is breathtaking!

Rakshasa Country is so bright and full of vivid colors, everywhere you turn there are beautiful textiles, piles of vibrant spices, and both men and women wear vivid colors. Here, everything is white, gray, and blue creating this monochromatic aura that takes your breath away.

The air is bitter cold and I grasp my coat around me as I step down from the sleigh. I look around in awe at the massive royal palace. Its architecture is far different from the Rakshasa, even from the castles back home. I am led into the palace by a guard dressed in the most beautiful blue uniform. As I step inside the warm palace I looked around, stunned by the ice like marble and high ceilings.

“You must be Rianne.” I look up the stairs and see a woman dressed all in red looking down at me. Her skin and hair are as white as the snow outside and her eyes are a frightening ruby red. Her hair drapes down her shoulder in a thick, glossy braid adorned with red gemstones.

I bow to her. “I am. You must be Czarina Katrina,” I gasp.

I hear giggling and I see two children peering out from the slats of the stairwell. They look to be the same age as Himank and Dhaval, the crowned princes of the Rakshasa. 

“Unfortunately,” Katrina sighs as she descends the stairs. “I am.” She’s much shorter than I expected. From the way I have heard people talk about her I expected her to be larger than life. Instead she’s even shorter than I am and twice as curvy.

“I have a warm treat prepared for us.” She extends her lovely hand to me and we shake. “I doubt you are used to this type of cold.”

“Oh not at all!” I gasp. I glance back to the children spying on us and wave at them. “I would very much appreciate some hot tea.”

Katrina laughs. “We have a much better hot drink here.” She leads me into a grand room where everything is pale pink and blue. The chairs have fur pillows and blankets draped over them and are so luxuriously comfy I may die in it. I notice a stack of toys and books around the fireplace as I sit down.

Katrina stands by a serving cart and starts pouring a thick, dark liquid into a cup. She sprinkles a red powder on top then places a dollop of cream over it. “Hot chocolate is the drink of choice here, Ms. Rian.” She smiles at me. “Your Mythri has gotten me addicted to putting chili powder in it. The Rakshasa spices are the best in the world. To be honest, it is the real reason I allowed my husband to open trade between our two kingdoms,” she chuckles and sits down.

The hot chocolate is an experience, it is rich and decadent and beyond my wildest dreams. “Oh wow,” I whisper.

I then hear more giggling and I turn to see the two children spying on us from the back of the sofa. One is a girl with white hair like Katrina, only her eyes are two colored, one is brown and the other is blue. Her skin is also speckled between white and brown. The other is a boy who is one of the Polar bears and while he looks young he’s much bigger than the girl.

“My horrible children,” Katrina says with a loving smile. “They have been curious about people from Rakshasa Country since Amit and Mythri visited. They adored their twins.” She smirks at me. “Can you believe they are twins as well?’

“I mean obviously,” I wink and the boy ducks down behind the sofa.

“You’re not a Rakshasa!” The girl fusses.

“Mila, darling,” Katrina tuts and slaps at the back of her hand as a warning.

“I’m actually not from Rakshasa country, I work for Mythri though. And my boyfriend is a Rakshasa warrior,” I tell her.

Mila comes forward and stands beside my chair. “What’s he like?”

“He’s a big, golden tiger,” I tell her with a hushed voice. “He’s fought lots of battles so he has many scars.” I then tap the tip of her ear. “His ear is split from a battle as well.”

The Polar bear boy is at my feet, how he stalked up so silently I do not know. “How many fights has he been in?” He crawls into my lap as if expecting a story.

“Nicolai,” Katrina sings.

“Many,” I tell him. I set my cup aside and smile between the two children. “I’ve seen him fight, he’s so strong and tough.”

“I bet my Papa could beat him up,” Mila scoffs.

“He’s over seventy feet tall!” Nicolai stretches out his arms and wiggles his paws when they won’t go further.

Katrina picks Nicolai off my lap. “Your father wishes!” She grunts. “They like their father for some reason. I don’t know, children form such funny attachments.” She kisses Nicolai all over his face until he starts to giggle and she sets him down.

“Her and Papa are so lovey-dovey,” Mila rolls her eyes. “It’s gross.”

“And I can’t wait for you to get lovey-dovey over some stupid boy!” Katrina laughs. “Then I can call you gross.” She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “You two go away, I am busy.” She pours two small cups of hot chocolate and the kids happily scurry away.

Katrina sighs and sits back down. “Do you and your strapping Rakshasa fighter want a child?” She asks. “Because you can have mine.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Not sure on the child front,” I admit. “We both keep so busy, I’ve rarely gotten to see him lately.”

“As much as I want to discuss your therapy I do so want to hear more about this. But I suppose I should be professional,” she rolls her eyes again, “and ask you about your services.”

We talk for a long time about my therapy sessions and the counseling I offer. She seems interested in the teaching courses and wonders if the Nuns at the cathedral would be interested in taking my class. 

“Usually, the punishment for such crimes is quite brutal here, always has been.” Katrina finishes off a dish of steamed pears and wipes her hands clean. “Rapists aren’t tolerated at all. Usually they get their genitals removed or they’re hanged, their choice.”

“Oh wow,” I whisper.

“As such, we see very few cases. Although, it happens still in our military, which saddens me greatly. It would be nice for our soldiers to have people to talk to and since the Nuns are always wanting to help, they’d be perfect candidates.” She pours herself a cordial and sits back down. “How long does it take for you to train new counselors.”

“It depends really, how in-depth are you wanting to go?” I ask her.

Katrina smirks as if I have said something salacious and sips her cordial. “The deepest. I want my Nuns to be prepared to handle anything.”

“Then that could take months,” I say.

Katrina thinks for a moment then nods. “It is settled. You’ll teach my Nuns and prepare them. I’ll compensate you handsomely of course. You’ll have room and board and access to everything you’ll ever need.”

“Oh uhm-” I wasn’t expecting this all to happen so fast. “Thank you, that’s very gracious. When would you want me to start?”

“Immediately.”

“Oh,” I whisper and go still.

“That won’t be an issue, will it, Ms. Rian?” Katrina asks me.

I think about Ravi and I shake my head slowly. “No, of course not.”

“I will send word to your Mythri then,” she stands up and downs the rest of her cordial in one jerk. “I will also send for your warrior.”

I’m excited at the prospect, but I stand to argue. “He’s busy right now. I don’t want to bother him.”

“Bullshit.” Katrina huffs. “I make my husband go everywhere with me. I do not want to be away from him for too long.” She then places her hand at the side of her mouth. “Don’t tell him this but I miss him like crazy when I cannot see him.” She then nods at me. “I can make up some lie and say my soldiers need some Rakshasa training,” she laughs. 

“Really, it’s ok,” I say.

“Nah, nah,” Katrina points at me. “You love this dumb boy?”

I frown. “Ravi isn’t dumb.”

“He’s a man, they’re all dumb, I don’t care how smart they are. But you love him?” She asks me again.

I nod. “Yes of course.”

“Then he belongs where you are, especially if you’re going to be here for so long. I don’t want no mopey girl hanging around my palace. I’ve read that book too many times to work up the sympathy.” She goes over to a desk and whips out some paper. “Give me a moment and I will show you some rooms, you may pick which one you like.”

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” I let the excitement bubble up for a moment before I push it back down. I don’t want to annoy Ravi, but having him here would be a wonderful treat. I bet his warm, soft fur would feel nice on the cold nights here.

Katrina then shows me several rooms and I pick out one I think Ravi would enjoy. The fireplace is massive and the room is decorated in bone white furniture and bronze accents. The windows look out over the frozen lake and beyond it there is an island covered in black mountains. 

The next day Katrina introduces me to the Nuns and Father Alexi. I am then told how Katrina was raised with the orphans in the church. I am surprised, Katrina has such royal baring, but then again her story is very much similar to Mythri’s. 

I speak with the Nuns and Father Alexi about my curriculum and what I plan to teach them. They all seem very excited and Father Alexi asks if he can invite some of his boys in training to become preachers to join the classes. To date this will be my biggest class and I am quite nervous.

I then meet with Katrina to discuss the supplies I will be needing for the class and she places in order. That evening I have dinner with her family. Seeing her and Gregori together makes me long for Ravi, and daydream even more so about getting married. 

Once the supplies for the class arrive I go to the cathedral and set up a classroom with the Nuns. Once classes begin I have well over forty students. I am nervous, as I said I’ve never taught so many people before. The biggest before this was a little over ten

The first few classes are basically just long talks and peoples’ questions. It’s harrowing but I am starting to get used to it. I have been planning the first real class for days and looping it over and over in my head. Luckily, I have a small break before that really begins.

I’m laying down in my room when the door opens. I suspect Mila and Nicolai as they enjoy visiting me when they should be doing their own studies.

I lay my arm over my eyes. “I’m tired kids, you can hang around but I am not up for playing right now,” I sigh.

“It’s been a few weeks, I really could use some playtime.”

I sit up like a shot and look at Ravi. “Oh my god!” I leap up and wrap my arms around him. “You’re here!”

He laughs and hugs me tight. He buries his face in my hair and takes in a deep breath. “Of course I’m here,” he growls. “Wherever you are that’s where I want to be.”

I meet his kiss and place my hands on his face. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Ravi smirks at me and I notice a new scar in his lip. “I’ve not been sleeping as of late, it’s horrible.” He kisses me again. “I keep daydreaming about you and get lost in them.”

I touch the scar on his lip before diving in for another kiss. “I have too.”

Ravi pushes me into the bed and hikes up my skirts. “Oh yeah?” He pants. “What have you been dreaming about?” He lifts my hips and tugs away my undergarments.

I giggle and bite my lip. “Lots of things. What about you?”

Ravi snarls. “Is it strange I keep picturing our wedding night? I keep thinking about you in honeymoon robes and how sweet you’ll look.”

My cheeks grow hot and I watch him take off his heavy coat and his traditional tunic underneath. I watch his muscles ripple as he tugs his clothes off and places himself between my thighs.

I unbutton the top of my dress and expose my chest to him. “Our honeymoon, really?” I moan as the pad of his finger rubs against my folds.

Ravi moans in agreement as he kisses and nibbles at my breasts. I can feel his shaft growing along my thigh, it gets harder and hotter the more he touches me. His rough tongue laps at my nipple and his sharp eyes flick up to me.

“Ravi,” I mewl softly. I rub behind his ear and he begins to purr. He lifts up and kisses me and his cock rubs against my needy slit.

“Hurry,” I whisper to him. “I want you now.”

Ravi snarls and nips my bottom lip gently. He nudges and rubs against me before he enters. I close my eyes and hold my breath to focus on the sensation. I let out a moan as he plants himself deep inside me.

“You’re squeezing me too much,” Ravi pants. “I’ll cum too soon.”

“I can’t help it,” I whimper. “You feel so good.”

Ravi moves slowly and he rubs at my clit with his thumb. My legs twitch and I let out a reflexive laugh. 

“It’s been too long,” I grab hold of his thick arms. “I remember how good you feel but somehow I always forget too.”

Ravi snarls and his hips buck. He grinds himself inside me and I see the severe concentration on his face. He grits his teeth and furrows his brow, looking angry in his conquest but I know what it means. I touch his cheek and fun my fingers along his mouth. He nips at my fingertips and grins at me.

“I hope you’ve eaten,” he snarls, “because I’m not letting you go today.”

I whimper at the first wave begin to crest. My mouth opens wide and I thrust my head back onto pillows. My fingers dig into his arms as they flex and tighten, becoming rock hard. Ravi snarls and bucks, his hips move urgently as another wave crashes over me. I cry out and snarl and Ravi lets out a roar. He shudders and flinches and inside me he feels so warm.

Panting, Ravi watches me as I melt into the bed. He pulls from me and watches his cum begin to dribble out. A smirk spreads across his face, a mix of pride and indulgence. He then helps me untangle from my dress and we lay together on the bed.

“If we’re going to keep having sex this way,” Ravi begins, “we may want to plan for the future.”

I slip my hand between my thighs, feeling his seed mix with my own wetness. “It would probably be the smart thing to do,” I moan. “Considering how much you hate pulling out,” I tease.

Ravi kisses me. “If we get married, then we won’t have to worry,” he brushes my hair from my face. “What do you think?”

I frown at him. “That’s a horrible proposal!” I scoff.

“Well, I don’t have many examples. My parents never did get married you know?” He kisses me then gets off the bed. He rummages through his bag and pulls out a small golden box.

“Your mom sent me this.” He opens the box and inside is her pearl ring. “She thought it was about time.” 

I watch as Ravi slips the ring onto my finger. “I can’t believe it,” I whisper. “She told me she’d die with this ring!”

Ravi chuckles and kisses my palm. “Marry me, Rian,” he purrs. “Say yes or I will beg every day until you do.”

I kiss him and laugh. “Of course you idiot!” I hug him tight. “Of course.”

Ravi rubs my back and kisses me again. We agree to marry quickly, simply because we are both impatient. We have a small ceremony in the cathedral presided over by Father Alexi. I know my parents will throw a ceremony for us, and Mythri will probably want to do something as well. But for us, this was all we needed. Katrina even gave us access to the royal ‘summer cabin’ that is on the frozen lake for our honeymoon. 

It was peaceful and dreamlike there and we basically stayed in bed the entire time. As we snuggled together under the furs Ravi chuckles to himself.

“What’s so funny?” I ask him.

“Nothing, I just pictured you pregnant and it was too cute.” He purrs.

“Well, what if you get pregnant?” I tease him.

“Not half as cute as you would be.” He kisses me lovingly. 

Needless to say Ravi’s dream came true. Within the first few months of teaching the Nuns I became pregnant with our first born. I was stuck in the Polar, quite literally, during the winter. It became too hard to travel and both Ravi and I agreed it was too risky to join the winter caravan out for supplies while I was pregnant. 

To my surprise Ravi was extremely curious about the whole process. He asked me how I felt constantly and to explain it in depth, he even peppered Katrina with questions about her pregnancy.

“How can you tell if it is twins?” he asked her. 

Katrina rolled her eyes. “There are more feet! I don’t remember. All I remember is having to push out Mila and then having to rip out Nicolai with my own bare hands!”

Ravi’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “You can do that?”

Ravi kept track of all the baby’s kicks, writing them down in a pregnancy journal he had asked we keep together. At night he would snuggle up to my belly and talk to the baby, whispering sweet words to it with promises of toys and treats and swords.

“Do you honestly think I will let my children run around with swords and scimitars?” I asked him one evening.

“I used to take my other’s scissors and make my own swords. It got to the point that my mother was so angry she commanded my father to commission me my own.” Ravi grins and kisses my belly. “I still have that tiny sword, more like a dagger now for me, but it will belong to this one when they come out.”

“Even if they are a girl?” I ask, intrigued to hear his reply.

Ravi sighs and his ears twitch. “Yes. Especially if it’s a girl. She will be a better fighter than me if I have my say in it.”

I chuckle and rub behind his ears. “Maybe one day she’ll be a general.”

“Not maybe, when.” Ravi purrs.

The baby is born during a particularly bad snow storm. The doctor who is to the deliver the baby can’t make it through the storm, so instead, my baby is brought into the world by two old nuns who happened to be visiting Katrina when my contractions started. Ravi is by my side the entire time, I know I probably broke his hand but he doesn’t let anything show except concern. He cheers me on and keeps a smile on his face for me.

The baby screamed right away with lungs fit to blow the storm away. 

“What is it?” Ravi is about to have a fit. “What is it?”

“It’s a baby,” one of the nuns quips.

“Girl,” Katrina says as she bundles the baby. “It’s a girl.”

Ravi is in actual tears as the baby is placed in my arms. She’s squinty faced and tiny, her mouth and nose pink as can be. She’s a golden tiger just like her father and so cute I can barely stand it.

“Nevi,” Ravi purrs the name we had agreed on. 

“Here,” I offer the bundle up to him and his paws start to shake. I have seen my husband fight many battles, I have heard tales of him in war and how stalwart he was in combat, but while holding his own child he trembles.

For the first few months of her life, Nevi is raised in the Polar. Ravi is extremely attentive to her and any small noise she makes he’s alert. His favorite things are to watch her sleep and when she has her meals. He loves the way her tiny paws knead at my breast and how she trembles and gets wide-eyed when she knows she gets to eat.

When it turns to spring and the Polar begins to melt, we head home to Rakshasa Country. I take time off for Nevi’s first year. Around this time Queen Mythri has her daughter Damini, so the two are often set up on playdates. 

Once Nevi gets a little older she travels with Ravi and me. By the time I am pregnant again Mythri and Amit have founded a university and have asked me to teach. Ravi and I agree it’s the best solution since we now have two children to contend with. Sihen is born in the summer, unlike his big sister. Two years later we have another we name Kibay.

Ravi is the best father I could have dreamed of. He adores the kids and as they grow up and my duties grow at the university he takes more and more time to make sure he’s at home. Better yet, we were in agreement that three was more than enough.

In the future Sihen and Kibay both became therapists and expanded the field beyond what I taught them and have traveled the entire empire. Nevi was more like her father and eventually joined Princess Damini’s all-female army, working side by side with Damini and becoming her general. She fought in the attack on Berkset as well as many other battles. Sihen started a sanctuary for the refugees in Culuweth and even began an evacuation of citizens when Sanguis took over. Kibay moved to Bastat to take care of the survivors and victims, healing them through their trauma.

Ravi continued to travel with me as my guard and protecting the survivors I help. He eventually started training retired soldiers and warriors who felt they had no place in the world in how to handle the survivors of trauma and abuse and created his own guard that specializes in protecting victimized children. 

I continued my own work, expanding my knowledge and teaching others. Eventually, I settled down and started teaching at the university Mythri and Amit built. I have taught many students over the years and watched the field grow into something remarkable. All in all, a good life.