Rakshasa Boyfriend: Dhaval (complete)

    Ever since my parents first went to the Polar to visit with King Gregori, I have been fascinated with the snow and cold. As much as I love my home and the bright sunlight and warm colors, the beauty of the north has always stuck with me. That and Princess Mila.

    Much like Himank and myself, Mila and her brother were twins. But unlike Himank and myself, Mila and Nicolai were not identical. Nicolai was like his father, a fluffy all white polar bear. Mila, however, was like her mother. She looked very much human, but her skin was mottled, patches of pale pink and deep brown. One eye was bright blue and the other pitch black. She was a striking vision, even when we were children.

    Our first meeting in the north was one that always stuck out to me. For ages the Polar and the Rakshasa had been in a cold war, neither relenting or moving forward. It wasn’t until Demir my father deemed it necessary to contact Gregori to negotiate peace talks. Ever since then, my mother has said Gregori has remained a close friend all because he has a crush on my dad.

    I kept in contact with Mila. We traded letters quite often, from the time of our first meeting to even now. Our messages started off as silly things about one another’s kingdoms. Mila asked me if all the Rakshasa were really afraid of water and I asked her if pee froze if you peed in the snow. Our letters grew with us, soon we talked about our education and the knowledge we would one day inherit the throne from our fathers.

    Mila was looking forward to the day she became Czarina of the North. She bragged of her multiple attempts to dethrone her father as early as five years old. 

    “I walked right up to him and told him how disappointed I was there weren’t more horses in the stable. So I told him if he didn’t get more horses I would challenge him to a duel for the throne.” She wrote to me. “He accepted my challenge, pretending to take me seriously. That was his first mistake. He should have wholly taken his tiny five-year-old heir seriously. How else do you think he has that scar under his nose?”

    Nothing gave me a grin like Mila’s letters did. She was witty and brilliant and often had the most remarkable stories about her life in the North. I felt utterly boring and dull compared to her. 

    “Do you ever think of romance Dhaval?” She asked me at the start of one letter. “My father keeps bringing up the idea of courting and marriage. He says it to Nicolai and me, talking about grandchildren and seeing the royal family flourish. Do your parents ever talk of such things? I’m sure they do. After all, your mother is the goddess of love made human. I bet you’re sick of that more than anything. Do they call you a demi-god then? Godson? Little deity? You’ve not mentioned that before so now I am devilishly curious.”

    I responded in kind to her questions. “My mother is always plotting and planning romance. We once found her journals where she has made plans for each of our weddings, all five of us. She even made a list in each one as to matches she likes. Would you like to know you were at the top of her list for me? I would so love to see your face as you read that! And honestly, I have not heard names hurled at me for my mother’s supposed divine origin. I suppose there are those out there who would consider me a demi-god, but that is far from the truth. I am merely who I am, and that is insignificant in the grand scheme of things.”

    “You are too be king, that is highly significant. Do not claim to be anything else or I shall find you out and teach you a thorough lesson! If you cannot claim your spot in the sun, then no one else will see it for you. You have to be the first to take it. The first to acknowledge it. Merely you! It is an insult you throw at one of my favorite people.” Mila responded in her next letter.

    “I am one of your favorites?” I asked.

    “Well, to say I do not like many people would be true. To say I don’t like you would be a lie.” Mila answered.

    One summer I came down with a horrible cough. It only got worse to the point I was coughing up blood. My mother was frantic and terrified, so my father called for an expert doctor to come and look me over. 

    The doctor looked me over from head to toe and asked me a series of strange questions. Afterward, he called in my parents to the room and explained to them that my health wasn’t under risk, but I was suffering from acute allergies. Turns out that the Concubine Flower, which only blooms once every ten years, was in its tenth year and blooming and I was allergic to the pollen.

    “I recommend he goes somewhere cold to recover and bypass the pollen season,” the doctor replied.

    “Perhaps Gregori would take him in for the time being,” my father says. “He could continue his studies, and once he’s better, he can train with Nicolai for the time being.”

    “It could be good for all the children,” my mother replies. “I’ll send word ahead to Katrina.”

    Soon, we were traveling to the North. Gregori and Katrina welcomed us with open arms, and for the first time in years, I got to see Mila. I was a bit shocked. Last I saw her, while her skin and eyes were striking, she had still just been a small, chubby child. Now, she was a stunning young woman. She had a regal bearing about her and a sly look to her eyes. I expected nothing less.

    “So,” she says as she greets me. “You let a flower get the best of you?”

    I flinch and smile nervously. “Apparently I am allergic.”

    Mila tilts her head. “Hmm,” she sighs. “I expected better of a king.” She looks me over with a sharp gaze. “You got tall.” She then pets my waist, and I jump. “Not quite as built as your father either.”

    “Excuse me?” I ask.

    “Just assessing,” Mila says. 

    Each of us are given our own rooms, which I am grateful for. As much as I love my siblings, I enjoy spending my nights quiet and alone. We had roaring fires in each room, and outside my window, massive icicles were hanging down. The smell of the cold made me feel better as well, and already my coughing had basically vanished.

    That evening as I am unwinding and getting ready to read before bed Mila sneaks into my room. The bookshelf opens, and she steps out.

    “What’re you doing here?” I hiss.

    Mila skips over to the bed and joins me. “What do you think I am doing?” She asks. “We have only conversed through letters since we were children. I want to actually talk to you, in private, without worry of us getting interrupted.”

    “Yes but-” I start out nervously.

    Her steely gaze narrows in on me and makes me freeze. “But?”

    “I mean, is this even proper? What if your father were to catch us like this?” I ask nervously.

    “Like what?” Mila waves her hand around. “Two friends talking? We’re both fully clothes Dhaval, or-” she lifts up the blanket, and I slap her hand aside. Mila then grins at me. “We’ve got nothing to worry about, Dhaval. My father knows better than that, and my mother has always wished for me to marry a king I could control.”

    My face burns horribly. “You can think that.”

    “I have a will,” she smirks at me. She then picks up the book I was attempting to read. “The Golden Green?” She murmurs.

    “It caught my eye in my dad’s library,” I reply.

    “The romance and death of Lord Theodred,” Mila sighs. “I know it very well. I read it and hated it.” She tosses the book aside. “If you want a really good book-” she moves to the bookshelf she had appeared behind.

    “Hey!” I get out of bed and pick up the book.

    Mila then extends a book to me. “Pandemonium,” she tells me as she places the book into my palms. “Much better than that flowery nonsense.”

    I look over the book. “But uhm-” I fidget, recognizing the book. “Isn’t this a book about-”

    “Sex is a factor, but it has good lessons in there as well. It’s also much more entertaining. Trust me, I read it a few years ago and completely enjoyed it. Most books I find are not cohesive to a universal viewpoint or are pretentious and fake in their appeal.”

    I look down at Mila. “Even still, there is literature in the world that is classic due-” Mila slaps The Golden Green from my hands. 

“Some classics are shit!” She pats Pandemonium tenderly. “We get to decide what classics are for ourselves.”

I sigh. “Ok fine.”

Mila then grins. “See?” She purrs triumphantly. “I controlled you.”

My ears go flat, and I narrow my eyes at her. “How very dare you?”

“I very dare,” Mila chuckles.

This becomes my favorite part of the day. Every evening before bed Mila sneaks into my room and we talk late into the night. 

“How am I supposed to return to letters after this?” Mila huffs as she hugs my pillow. “I so much enjoy talking to you. How am I supposed to wait on letters that take far too long to arrive?”

“You can always come home with me,” I tell her.

Mila glares at me. “I would die in such heat!” She scoffs. “Why don’t you just stay here?” She grumps.

“As much as I love the North, I do miss home. I miss the sands and the sun there,” I tell her. “But,” I sigh deeply, “going home will be hard. I’ll miss you too.”

Mila frowns and looks away. “Then perhaps we shouldn’t write anymore.”

Her words wound me deeply. The agony of it was almost too much for me to bear. Mila’s letters had been one of my most favorite things in the world. My friendship with the ice princess was so important to me. I couldn’t bear ever losing one shred of it!

“You can’t possibly mean that,” I gasp.

Mila refuses to look at me. “Maybe I do.”

I scoff and toss my head. My tail twitches in irritation and worry. I stand up and go to stand over by the fire. “Why?” I ask.

“Because then maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much,” Mila grumbles.

I turn and look back at her. “Mila,” I whisper. I return to the bed, sitting down beside her. I touch her cheek and wipe away her tears.

“This is stupid!” Mila knocks my hands away and rubs at her eyes. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. It’s so stupid, Dhaval,” she sniffles.

I put my arms around her, and she grabs onto my back. She hides her face as she calms herself down and then she pushes me back.

“I’m fine,” she huffs. “God.” She rubs her eyes.

I smile at her. “I’m going to miss you too. I wouldn’t trade this time in the North for anything.”

Mila sniffles and scoffs. “Yeah well. I haven’t been too horribly put out because of you being here.” She looks back at me. “But when you leave-” she grumbles.

“You can always visit me,” I tell her. “And I can always come back and visit you.”

“Not until ten years from now,” Mila growls. “When that stupid flower blooms again and tries to kill you.”

I chuckle. “Well, I’ll be twenty-eight then,” I say. “Won’t people talk?”

“They’ll simply think the Rakshasa King has come to bend his knee to the Czarina of the North.” Mila smiles brightly then. “That’s all.”

I chuckle and nod. “Ok then. That settles it.”

Mila’s frown returns. “It won’t be another ten years will it?”

“For sure it won’t,” I shake my head. “How about this? You come visit me during the winters, and I’ll come visit you in the summers? You can even bring Nicolai, and I’ll bring my siblings.”

Mila scoffs. “Oh them,” she grumbles.

“We’ll see each other again,” I say. “You’re my friend.”

Mila huffs. “You’re my friend too,” she says.

We agreed on the meetings. Once I left the North to return home, we planned for her trip to visit us in the winter.

Now, the winters in Rakshasa country weren’t really all that cold. I mean, nothing like that North. The nights got extremely cold, but that was about it. Compared to the North I knew Nicolai and Mila were in for a culture shock.

I was on pins and needles when Mila arrived. I had been so excited to see her. I could barely stand myself. I couldn’t wait for us to have our night talks again and catch up. When she arrived, she looked absolutely offended.

“You call this winter?” She snaps at me. “I’m burning to death! This was your horrid plan all along wasn’t it? You wish to kill me!”

“She’s been this way the whole trip,” Nicolai tells me. “She doesn’t do well in the heat.”

“Not to worry, we’ve got rooms set up for you that should make you feel at home,” my mother says.

That evening, I go to visit Mila, and she’s got all the windows open and is fanning herself. “Oh this miserable kingdom,” she huffs.

“Wow, you really don’t do well in the heat,” I say as I sit with her.

Mila glares at me. “How dare you do this to me? I thought you were the one person I could trust?”

I chuckle and place my palm on her forehead. Mila sighs and relaxes. “Your paws are cold,” she says.

“Yeah, that’s why I like it warm,” I say.

Mila huffs. “Am I really supposed to visit this miserable heat every winter?” She asks me, opening her eyes.

“Only if you want to,” I shrug. “I won’t force you to do anything.”

Mila frowns. “No. I’ll keep visiting as promised. I won’t let something so stupid have the best of me.” She sits up. “I will, however, hold you to your promise to visit me every summer.” She stiffens her shoulders. “No matter how much you hate the cold. The cold makes you stronger.”

I laugh and nod. “Ok fine.”

“I will always control you, admit it,” Mila grins.

“Never,” I say with a sniff.

“One day, I’ll make you say it,” Mila laughs. 

That coming summer when I go to visit Mila I find myself extremely nervous. My stomach does flip flops as I think about Mila and seeing her again. I am excited to see her, but there is something that feels different. 

“You look stunned, sir,” Mila says to me as she walks me to my room. “Like someone just slapped you.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” I say. “I think the trip just got to me. I may lay down for a while before dinner.”

Mila frowns. “Are you ok?” She says with a soft voice.

I set my things down in the room. “Yeah, why?”

Mila huffs. “I hate to admit this, but I have been feeling strange as of late.” She closes the door behind herself and walks over to the fireplace. “I think about you, and all these nerves start fluttering about like wild ice.” She stands tall and stiff. “I just chalk it up to all this talk you’ll be taking the throne before me.”

“Next year,” I murmur.

Mila turns and looks up at me. “That’s true?”

“My father thinks I’m ready. He says it’s time.” I sigh and press the heel of my palm to my forehead. “We had such a long conversation before I came here. I thought this trip would be relief but-”

Mila steps over to me and puts her hand on my arm. “But?” She asks.

I look at her and feel an overwhelming desire course through my body. I grab her, clutching her face between my paws and I kiss her. Mila gasps, her lips parting for a moment before she stands on her tiptoes to meet my kiss. She presses against me, clinging to my chest. She then breaks away, and both of us step back.

“Dhaval?” Mila whispers, touching her lips.

I cup my paw over my mouth. “Oh gods,” I whisper. “Mila, I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me!”

Mila huffs and glares up at me. “You kissed me! You don’t know what that was?”

I look at her then lower my gaze. “I miss you so much when we’re apart,” I start shakily. “I dream about you, I think about you constantly. Something happens, or I read a book, and I want you there to experience it with me.” I shake my head. “Mila I think I-”

“Dhaval,” Mila says warningly.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I always have.”

“You can’t,” Mila turns and leaves the room, slamming the door behind her. 

I don’t see her after that for a few days. It isn’t until one evening where the bookcase opens, and she steps out with a scowl on her face.

“Mila-”

“Shut up!” She barks at me. “You listen up. You love me? So what! I don’t care. I’m going to rule my kingdom. I ‘m not going to let some stupid boy make me give up my dreams.”

“Mila I wouldn’t-”

“You’re quiet now!” Mila barks, wagging her finger in the air. “I have always wanted to take the throne. I was always going to do it alone. I was-” her voice cracks. “I was never going to love someone else. I never wanted to love you but I-” she stiffens her jaw then glares at me. “I do,” she huffs. “I love some stupid boy. Fortunately, it’s you.”

I walk up to her taking her hands. “I would never ask you to give up your throne, I know how important it is to you. You’re a born ruler. I would never take that birthright from you.”

Mila squeezes my hands. “I would never ask you either. You’re going to be a good king. Better than Amit even.”

“Then what do we do?” I whisper.

Mila kisses me, standing on her tiptoes again to reach me. “We stay hidden,” she says. “We love in the shadows and behind backs. We continue our trips under the guise of building relations between our kingdoms. Perhaps one day we will part and maybe marry someone who does not challenge our right to our thrones.” She smiles sweetly at me. “But I want to love you as long as I can Dhaval.”

I press my forehead to her’s. “I have always loved you Mila. How am I ever supposed to stop?”

Mila chuckles. “Silly boy.” She strokes her hands down the back of my neck. “For now that is not a worry. We will keep up our affair, and when things end, they will end.”

I kiss her again, holding her against my body. We agreed not to take things further in fear something could happen before I took the crown.

The evening of my coronation I am exhausted beyond measure. I go to my chambers, hoping to finally find some sleep and quiet my mind. There, I find Mila waiting for me. She looks beautiful dressed all in white.

“My love,” she rushes up to me and takes me into her arms.

I melt a bit. “How did you get here?” I whisper.

“Himank and Damini snuck me in,” she giggles. She leads me over to the bed where we lay down together. She rests her head on my chest and rubs my belly.

“Mila,” I whisper. “I have a desire I can no longer hold back.”

Mila props up on her elbows and looks at me. “Don’t say it, Dhaval.”

“I have to,” I cup her cheek in my palm. “Marry me.”

Mila glares at me and grabs a pillow. She holds it over my face. “I told you before! This isn’t the plan! You foolish! Foolish! Man!”

“Mila listen!” I struggle, trying to fight back against the pillow, but Mila is much stronger than she seems.

“Of course I want to marry me you, idiot!” Mila barks. “But how are we supposed to hide that?” She snatches the pillows back and kisses me. 

“The old priest,” I whisper. “He married my parents in secret, he can do it for us too.”

“You’re such a stupid boy. How are you ever supposed to be king if you’re this stupid?” She nuzzles to my cheek. “Let’s go now before I change my mind.”

We take the secret passages my mother had shown me when I was small. The old priest is still awake and reading from his books when we find him. He’s a bit shocked and confused, but he’s happy to perform the secret marriage.

“I knew you were like your father,” he chuckles as he readies his books for the ceremony. He adjusts his massive glasses and starts reading.

I look into Mila eyes, terrified and utterly happy. Even if we had to keep it secret for a while and if we couldn’t always be together, it was worth it.

“Summers and winters,” Mila whispers to me as a promise.

I nod and stoop to kiss her. “Summers and winters.”

My coronation day is always my wedding day. Mila and I return to my room where our kisses grow deeper and hotter. Mila says she hates the heat, but she is made of fire. Our kisses melt us together, and I touch every inch of her soft, plump body. I study every inch of her beautiful skin. The patches of deep brown and pale pink, how it swirls and splatters. 

I kneel between her thighs, tasting her and feeling her pure molten core with my tongue. Her hands grip the top of my head as she moans and cries out. He slick heat dribbles down my chin, and when she kicks me away to tremble on the bed, I am amazed my ice princess can look so soft and sweet.

“How did you do that?” Mila quivers. “My whole body feels-” she kisses me.

“I’m afraid that when I went looking for new books to read, I found some secret literature my mother and father had,” I purr as I nuzzle to her chest. I lick her breasts and up her neck.

Mila wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me. “I’ve seen such books,” she chuckles. “I just wasn’t prepared for you to be so good.”

“My love,” I rub my cock to her folds. She feels so hot and welcoming. I want to be joined with her right away. “My wife,” I moan.

Mila whimpers, biting her lip. “Dhaval,” she coos. “My husband.”

I guide myself inside her. Mila winces then sighs. Her shoulders go tense then relax as I bury myself deeper inside her. I groan, tensing up as I feel her squeeze around me.

We are both each other’s firsts, so needless to say, we are clumsy and unsure. But we get lots of practice in those first few days together. It isn’t just in the evenings, we find time to be together. It is these stolen moments that are the most exciting. Calling Mila my wife is an excitement I never expected. 

“So,” Mila coos one evening after recovering. “What do we do now?”

I pour us each a glass of wine. “Ignore what's to come and make love again.”

“Stupid boy,” Mila sighs as she drinks her wine in one gulp. “I have to leave soon,” she whispers. “What are we supposed to do?”

“Winter is coming,” I cup her cheek. “You’ll come back to me. In between, we will continue to write and pine for one another. You will continue your desire to become ruler, and I will fumble and fall my way through being king.”

Mila kisses me. “Not that you fool!” She sniffles. “How do we deal with missing each other now?” She pets down my chest and trails her fingertips along my cock. “Now that I know your body and your mind in one, how am I supposed to deal with a painfully empty bed? Not to mention and achingly empty cunt?”

I shiver and nuzzles to her cheek. “We will find ways, I am sure.” I purr to her and kiss her. I smile. “I never would have suspected you would need me so.”

“Well I do, you buffon, you god,” she scoffs. “You’re mine. Never forget that.”

“I am yours, of course, I am,” I whisper and pull her into my arms. “All I have ever wanted was you.”

Mila melts into my arms. “I know.”

“Dare I say it?” I chuckle. “You control me.”

“I don’t want that anymore,” Mila whispers. “I just want you,” she huffs. “As nice as it is to have you bend to my will, I will settle with sharing my life with you.”

I kiss her softly as I smile. “It was always yours for the taking.”