Sabertooth Rakshasa Boyfriend (Othet complete)

    I’ve grown up in the oasis of Bastat since I was born. When my mother died, I was taken in by the Shaman here and raised as one of his own. It is a long story, how I came to be here and how I’ve finally decided to search for my blood. I have a small sigil that my mother had that will lead me to my birth family. All I want is to know them and tell them what happened to my mother and myself. The family I have in Bastat may not be my blood, but they are mine, and I will love them forever.

    Before I was born, my parents had been traveling and were returning home from their long trip. My mother was soon to give birth and was anxious about the journey. She kept having this dark feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Halfway home, their carriage was attacked. Gnolls from the Eastern Sea ransacked the transport, taking my father and sister as captives. My mother ran, able to escape. She ran into the desert, a near death sentence for anyone. 

    As she wandered, the pains of childbirth set upon her. She was panicked, alone, and terrified beyond reason. Luckily for her, she was found by a scout of a nearby tribe of wild Rakshasa. He was a handsome sabertooth, tall and muscular, able to carry her to safety without a thought. He took her to the Shaman, Penu, who saw her through childbirth and kept her alive. 

    My mother named me Chiyo after the scout who saved us, Chi. She survived the birth but was never the same afterward, so it was impossible for us to leave Bastat. Chi always loved my mother and was constantly by her side. It wasn’t until I was older when Chi told me how much he loved my mother and that she felt guilty for loving him in return. He told me that, due to her weakened state they could never consummate their romance, but it didn’t matter to him. All Chi wanted was her, and that was enough for him.

    On my mother’s deathbed, she gave me the sigil of my family. Her small hands trembled as she passed it to me. 

    “If you ever wish to find them, this is the start,” she whispered. She touched my cheek as tears began falling from my face. “I understand if you always want to stay in Bastat. You have Chi, and you have Penu and Othet,” her smile was so lovely then, it made me think for a moment she would be ok. “But if ever you want to know, this is the way. I love you so much.” Tears roll down her cheeks. “I am so sorry, my darling.”

    Her hand slipped from my cheek, and she closed her eyes. Chi let out a pained and haunting roar as he cried.

    I was taken from the tent by Othet, Penu’s son, and my adoptive brother. He’s my best friend, and while I cried for my mother, he held me tight. 

    “It’ll be ok, Chiyo,” he whispered. “Your mother is still with you. Her spirit has left the body like Papa says, her spirit is now free to be where it wants.” He placed his paw on my chest. “For sure, she is always with you now.”

    I remember wondering how Othet could be so wise. He wasn’t much older than me and yet he already talked like his shaman father. He stayed by my side for days after my mother’s death. He kept close watch over me.

    Chi did the same, when he wasn’t on duty he was visiting with us. He would have adopted me, but his scout duties kept him away for days, even weeks, at a time. With Penu and Othet I was safe and secure. As I got older, Chi talked more in-depth to me about my mother. He told me things I never knew and confided how much he loved her and how much he adored me.

    Chi taught me many of his skills. I became one of the best archers in the clan, and I could hold a saber with any of the scouts. Othet was training to be a Shaman like his father, but he was also one of the best fighters in the clan. I stayed with Chi, learning to become a scout.

    Around my eighteenth birthday, Othet and I were celebrating. We were eating fresh fruit on the wall and watching the Dancing Lights in the sky over the desert. 

    “Do you ever think about your other family?” Othet asked.

    I look at him, confused by why he brought this up. “What do you mean?” I ask. “Why do you ask me this?”

    “I had a nightmare,” he told me. “My father always says to pay attention to nightmares,” he sighs and looks at his paws. “You went to find your family,” he murmurs. “You go to a palace in the distance, but along the way, it rains. The rain turns into arrows, and then there is fire all around you.” He takes a deep breath. “There is dread all around as the sound of galloping horses fill the air. You stand in the center, unmoving.”

    “What happened?” I asked.

    He shakes his head as he looked back at me. “I woke up.”

    I smiled softly at him. “I don’t want to look for them,” I confessed. “Not now at least. This is my home,” I reached out and took his paw. “You are my family.”

    Othet leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. His fangs brushed against my cheeks, and he touched his forehead to mine. I always knew Othet loved me, but I never knew how much. That evening, we kissed more and confessed our love to one another. We made love under the Dancing Lights and continued to make love in secret when we could.

    I’m twenty-one now, and I have joined Chi’s guard. I am often away from Bastat and Othet, but my heart is with them. I keep my mother’s sigil close to my chest as a good luck charm. I ride with Chi as his second in command, I know my mother would be proud of me.

    One day, as we’re making our usual routine through the desert, we see smoke on the horizon.

    “What do you think Little Chi,” Chi says to me. “Should we investigate?”

    I look into the distance, seeing the smoke is black and coiling in the air. In my gut, I feel dread. “Let’s,” I tell him, and we ride towards the smoke. The closer we get I see there is a struggle happening. Gnolls are attacking a convoy. Chi rides ahead, and I reach for my arrows. I start shooting, hitting a Gnoll in the eye right off the bat. The Gnolls turn to attack us, but our scouting unit overwhelms them. Several Gnolls escape, but we kill most of the attackers.

    “Should I chase the ones that escaped?” I ask Chi.

    “I wouldn’t bother. They’ll die or kill themselves if their masters don’t,” he smirks. “At least that’s how it used to be.” He then frowns. “I haven’t seen Gnolls in these parts since-” he hesitates, and he looks at me. There is a pang of sadness in his eyes that is all too telling.

    “My mother?” I ask.

    He looks at me and nods. “It was Gnolls that attacked her carriage back then too,” he growls.

    We held the attacked convoy, we give them water and help them to recover. To our shock, the caravan belongs to Queen Imani, more specifically, her husband.

    He’s tending to his people, and at first, we don’t even recognize him as a king. He’s modestly dressed and using his own clothes to wrap the wounds of his guards and staff. 

    “I owe you my life,” Mateo bows before us. “We would have been goners.”

    “It’s quite alright,” I tell him. “We were just doing our duty.”

    He looks us over, he’s a small Ocelot, and he looks adorable. I’ve not seen many other Rakshasa outside the Sabertooths of Bastat.

    “I had thought the rumors of the Wild Rakshasa were just children stories. I must admit, I feel like a child meeting his hero,” he says. “Please, let me reward you. Ask for anything, and I will give it to you.”

    “No,” Chi answers him. “Like the girl said, all we were doing was our duty. We are happy to have been of service to you.” He bows at the waist, and Mateo looks so stunned.

    “Please, I insist. Anything at all!” I then hear the wailing of a baby and Mateo leaps up. He runs to the carriage and takes a tiny baby from the inside. “This is why I must repay you.” He shows us the tiny cub. She is extremely small, I’ve never seen something so tiny. 

    “We were going to meet Imani upon her return,” he admits as he gazes lovingly at the baby in his arms. “Had you not come along…” tears begin to roll down his cheeks, and he clutches the little one tight. 

    I sniffle and Chi claps his paw onto my shoulder. I watch Mateo and the baby, wondering how my mother must have felt all those years ago. In my heart, I feel her pain, and I feel Mateo’s pain.

    I kneel down. “May I see her?” I ask.

    Mateo nods and hands her over to me. I hold her in my arms, gazing at the small face. Her paws are tiny, no bigger than my fingertips, yet she grips hold of me so tight. “She’s beautiful,” I whisper.

    “Imani and I have lost so many children,” he admits. “This is our little miracle or Aksha,” he whispers. “She’s premature.”

    I smile at Aksha, feeling my mother surge inside me. “If you will let us, we will guard you to pick up your wife. And if she so deems it, we will guard you back to your kingdom.”

    Mateo looks relieved but stunned. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

    Chi looks at me, and when I gaze back at him, I think he understands what I am feeling. “We insist,” he tells Mateo. “Gnolls are known for vengeance, they could come back.”

    I hand Aksha back to Mateo, and he sighs. “I know it was foolish of me to bring her. But Imani was torn into pieces leaving her for this summit. I knew she’d want to see her as soon as possible.”

    “I will die before anyone else touches Aksha,” I assure Mateo. “That is my vow.”

    We send a messenger back to Bastat, alerting them of our new duty. We ride with Mateo’s convoy to the Cobra Pier where we meet with Imani’s ship. 

    Imani is started when she sees us. She looks haggard and tired, but this gut instinct in her rises up when she sees all these Sabertooth scouts.

    “What is this?” She asks.

    “Darling, it’s ok,” Mateo assures her. “They saved us from the Gnolls.”

    The look on her face is something I will remember for the rest of my life. The look of horror and dread mixed with guilt and something I can’t put my finger on. “What?” She gasps as all the air inside her leaves her body.

    “The Gnolls ambushed your husband’s convoy,” Chi replies. “We happened to be nearby and put a stop to it. We decided it was best we stay with them in case of further attack.”

    Imani stares at Chi. “The Gnolls?” She asks slowly. “They…” she clutches her chest.

    “Your Majesty?” I approach her, and she grabs my hand tight.

    “This…” she starts and her voice shudders. “I cannot explain to you what I am feeling,” she murmurs. 

    Aksha starts crying and Imani races to her and clutches her cub in her arms.

    “Darling, what’s wrong?” Mateo asks.

    She shakes her head. “I want to go home.”

    We leave with their convoy. All the while, what was plaguing Imani was haunting me. Something happened to her, and the Gnolls has something to do with it. We stop to camp as night falls and I stay close to Imani, Mateo, and Aksha.

    Imani brings me something to drink. “Chi told me it was you who insisted you stay with my family, I want to thank you personally.”

    The drink she gives me is sweet and decadent, filled with fruits and pungent juice. “It was nothing, your majesty. I did it because I felt it was right.”

    “You don’t know what you’ve done,” she whispers. “The fact that Gnolls attacked my family-” he voice cracks and she shakes her head. She places her face into her paws and starts to sob. “It would have been my fault!”

    I reach out to her. “Your majesty, no. Don’t think that!”

    “I insisted we ignore them!” She cried. “I was so convinced they weren’t a problem!” She suddenly wraps her arms around me and sobs into my shoulder.

    I stroke her mane and let her cry. I felt a sense of peace being able to stand there with her as she fell. She pulls back and wipes her face.

    “Forgive me,” she clears her throat. “I lost myself for a moment.”

    “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I lost my family to the Gnolls, I did what I did because of that pain I hold on to.”

    Imani takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky. “Amit was right.”

    Amit was spoken well off in Bastat, well actually, it was his wife that held high esteem with us.

    Imani looks down at me. “I will have to apologize to him. I said some horrible things to his face. But he was right as always.”

    “What was this summit?” I ask. “It may not be my place, but I wish to know.”

    “There is war on the horizon,” Imani whispers. “And the Gnolls, I only now realize, are the true enemy. I will see Bethsabe’s head on a platter if it’s the last thing I do.” She returns to Aksha after that who is crying for her milk. 

    As the evening wears on, a horse comes through the night with Othet riding him. “What are you doing here?” I run to him and hold him tight in my arms.

    “I came to see you,” he presses his forehead to mine. “When the messenger told us what was happening I felt that you needed me.”

    I smirk and give him a soft kiss. “I always need you. What made this time so urgent.”

    He clutches his paw over his chest. “I felt you,” he whispers. “I felt pain and worry like I’ve never felt before. I knew you’d need me.”

    I take his paw and lead him to my tent. I remove my hood and cloak and kiss him again. His fangs brush against my skin as his rough tongue licks my neck and jaw.

    “You shouldn’t have come,” I whisper to him as he undresses me. “But I am happy to see you.” He licks between my breasts. His fangs brush against each breast, and he starts to purr.

    “I’m staying by your side,” he whispers. “Until it is over, I won’t leave you.”

    I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my bare chest to his fur. “I love you, Othet,” I whisper.

    “I love you too, Chiyo.” He kisses me, and I pull him on to of me. 

    Ever since my eighteenth birthday, we’ve made love often. Sure, when we were younger, we went at it like we were in heat. We would sneak around, hiding it in places where we wouldn’t be caught. Othet was more than family to me, he was a piece of me. I knew this even when we were children. Othet was my soulmate and my happy place. Being in his arms gave me the strength and courage I needed.

    The tent flap suddenly opens, and Chi is standing there, he glares at us as we yelp and scramble, trying to cover ourselves.

    “Fucking really?” He grumbles. “Othet, what are you even doing here?” He stands up and leaves the tent. Othet dresses quickly and I slip my robe back on. We follow Chi outside the tent as he loads his pipe.

    He huffs. “I saw your horse,” he growls. “What the hell are you doing here?”

    “I came for Chiyo,” he gasps. He places his paw over his chest. “After hearing the message or your new duty, I felt pain.”

    Chi scoffs. “Pain?” He asks. “If it were anyone else, I’d say go home. But you’ve always been like your father.”

    Othet sighs in relief and he looks at me. We had always assumed people knew of our affair, but we had never admitted it to anyone. After all, he was my adoptive brother, and I was not a Sabertooth, we were afraid we might be looked down upon.

    “Don’t you two screw enough at home?” Chi blows smoke out into the sky. “Why do you have to do it here?”

    “You knew?” I squeak.

    “It’s obvious. You two aren’t subtle.” He grunts. “I’ve seen how you look at one another. You don’t look at someone like that without knowing how good sex with them is.”

    My face burns. I had never heard Chi talk like that before.

    “My intent wasn’t to do that, sir,” Othet tries to cover, but Chi laughs.

    He snorts and grins. “No. But love is love. I get it. You’re young. Do it while you still can.” He blows out another puff of smoke, hiding his sad expression. “Go ahead and take your break, Chiyo. I’ll come fetch you when we need to change the guard.” He walks away, and I sigh with relief.

    “That scared me shitless,” Othet huffs.

    “Me too,” I whisper as I kiss him. “We don’t have to if you’re nervous now,” I murmur to him.

    He shakes his head. “I want you,” he growls into my ear. “This need-” his voice is low and serious. “I feel something leading me to you,” he looks into my eyes. “Tonight it’s important.”

    “I feel it too,” I kiss him again as we go back to the tent. 

    He makes quick work of removing my robe. He kisses my chest and belly and his rough tongue laps at my slit. I bite my lip as I reach down, rubbing behind his ears. He moans against me as his tongue burrows deeper. I feel his fangs against me, and I shiver.

    He growls softly, gently nipping my thighs before he crawls back on top of me. “You’ll have to be quiet,” he whispers. He places his finger on my lips. “Can you do that?”

    I take his finger in my mouth and suck on it. He rubs his cock to me, gently dipping it inside before plunging it deep. I moan, and his finger presses down on my tongue. I feel such a deep connection with Othet. I feel truly one with him. Having him deep inside me makes me feel the world stop.

    He growls softly as he begins to move. He goes slowly at first watching as he disappears inside me. He’s thick, with spiky bumps all down the shaft. It took me a while to get used to him. Even so, he still goes slow at first, rolling his hips, so he grinds up inside me. He feels so warm, and it comforts me.

    He leans down, panting and purring into my ear. His finger slips out, and he wraps his paw around the back of my head. 

    “Othet,” I whimper. “Faster.”

    He snarls. “I’m trying to stay quiet. The whole camp could hear us.”

    I claw at his back, pressing my chest to his. “I want more,” I moan longingly.

    He gasps and pants. “Chiyo,” he growls as he starts to move faster.

    I feel him deep inside me, and I shiver. “More,” I beckon him.

    He wraps his arms tight around me. He pushes harder into me, and I can feel every inch of him. I love the way he moans and purrs into my ear, effort with pleasure. I wrap my legs around him and tighten them, urging him forward. I can feel my wetness seeping down, and I know he’s feeling my heat.

    I cling to him, dragging my nails down his back. “Othet!” I cry out. 

    He lets out a strained grunt. I know he wants to roar, but he can’t.

    “Othet,” I mewl to him. “I’m close.”

    He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. His soft, golden-green eyes make me weak. I whimper and shiver, my thighs squeeze around him as my molten core is released. He strains and grunts. His back bows and he presses all the way deep inside me. For a moment, I feel a powerful swelling, it’s him, I can feel what he feels. It’s a rush like an all too powerful river, and then it crashes. He quickly pulls out, his warm seed gushing over my breasts and belly. I reach down, stroking him until every last drop is spilled. I lick him from my fingertips as he licks me clean from slit to neck.

    He then lays on top of me, purring happily. “I could feel you,” he whispers. “That intense surge,” he strokes my cheek. “It’s amazing how strongly you feel it.”

    I cup my hand over his cheek. “I felt you too. A wild river.”

    He kisses me softly. “We’re connected,” he whispers. 

    I hold him close, feeling his warmth on top of me is the greatest feeling in the world. I feel at home with him even though we are so far away from it. I wonder if this is what my mother and Chi felt when they held one another.

    I’m woken in the early morning for the change of guard duty. Othet joins me, and together we share a quick meal of bread and honey before I set out. Othet is strangely quiet, and he looks pensive. 

    “Is something wrong?” I ask him.

    He sighs. “I had a strange dream,” he answers, his voice low. “It does not make me feel very well.”

    I take his paw in my hand and squeeze. “Tell me about it.” He sighs and glances down at me. 

    “I saw fire,” he growls. “And I heard the stampede again.”

    “The stampede?” I ask.

    “The nightmare I have about you. It’s the same stampede from it,” he squeezes my hand extra tight. “I see one of us,” he whispers. “A Bastat.”

    I furrow my brow at him. “Who?”

    He shakes his head. “I’m uncertain. But the fire comes from him, and I see a massive creature that woke me.”

    I stand close to him and place my palm over his chest. “What was it?”

    He shakes his head. “He wouldn’t let me see it.”

    I tilt my head up towards him. “Who?”

    “The other Bastat,” he whispers. “He saw me.”

    I hear the crying of Aksha as she wakes. A moment later, Imani is outside her tent with the baby in her arms. She sees us and nods. “Good morning.”

    “Morning,” I keep a firm hold of Othet’s hand.

    Aksha is nursing, her tiny paws kneading against Imani’s bare chest. She looks so happy, and at peace, it makes me feel all is right with the world.

    “She is small, but she eats like she’s ten times her size,” Imani scoffs. 

    “That means she is growing,” Othet replies. “I was premature like her, and my father said I was fit to suck my mother dry.”

    Imani sighs with relief. “Seeing you and how big you are, it makes me feel better,” she smiles at Aksha. She glances up at me, and her smile fades. “What is that?” She points to the sigil pinned to my headdress scarf. 

    I touch it and glance at it. “My mother gave it to me,” I reply. “It’s my family’s sigil.”

    Imani furrows her brow. “Can I see it?” She asks.

    I nod and take the pin off and offer it to her. She holds it and studies it up close. “My good friend has a pendant that looks exactly like this.”

    “Your friend?” I ask.

    He nods as she places the sigil back into my palm. “Queen Mythri, it’s near identical to yours.”

    A soft gasp escapes Othet’s mouth.

    “Why would she have my family’s sigil?” I laugh nervously. 

    She shakes her head. “I am not sure. But I would recognize that anywhere. She always has it on her, no matter what. She says it’s all she has left of her father.” She glances down at Aksha as she whines. “She grew up as a servant in the palace. She was found with her father, dead, lying on top of her in the desert. She does not speak of it much but-” she hesitates and watches my expression. “If you grew up in the oasis of Rakshasa country, you two were not far apart.” She then touches my cheek and lifts my chin. “You do look like her. The same eyes and nose,” she whispers. “I thought I was seeing things before.”

    “Chiyo,” Othet whispers.

    “It can’t be possible-” I whisper.

    “I would say you should go see her, but right now, she and Amit are across the Cobra Strait and heading north. A lot rests on their shoulders right now.”

    I am unsure how to process this news. Queen Mythri, of all people, holds the same sigil as me. We could be a family, she could be my big sister. 

    “Rumors say Mythri is a goddess,” Chi tells me. “Have you been a goddess this whole time as well?” He smiles, and his eyes fade into the distance. I know he is thinking of my mother. “It would certainly explain things.”

    “How could this be possible?” I whisper. “We’ve been so close this whole time. We’ve been…” I feel choked up. “We’ve been standing on the same ground this entire time and-” I cup my hand over my mouth, and Othet wraps his arms around me. I turn into his chest and cling to him.

    “Fate is tricky,” Chi answers. “It may not make sense now, but in the greater scheme, there is a reason to it. Bastat knows all and sees all, she is wise. She may have started your life in tragedy, but there is meaning to it, Little Chi,” he tells me. “This all has a purpose in the end.”

    We reach Imani’s kingdom safely. Once there, Imani invites us into her home, insisting on rewarding the scout troop properly. She gives us a great feast and Mateo provides for us beautiful garments. I had never worn a dress before, let alone anything so beautiful. 

    That evening, after drinking and eating too much, Othet and I lay down to sleep. But I am woken from a deep slumber by Othet grabbing me. He touches me and checks me and holds me so tight I feel my bones pop.

    “What’s wrong?” I gasp.

    He shivers and lays his head on my shoulder. “He came to me,” he whispers.

    I wrap my arms around him. “Othet,” I whisper.

    “He came to me,” he shudders. “The other one. He showed himself to me and told me who he is.” He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “My uncle, Bithus,” he says. “He lost favor with Bastat because he would force his will onto living creatures. He could manipulate them to do his bidding, and it gave him a blood lust,” he shivers again. “He came to me. He showed me what he had! He told me-” he whimpers.

    “Othet,” I hold his face between my palms. “Othet, breathe.”

    He takes a few deeps breaths and looks at me again. “He showed me the creature he’s broken.”

    I furrow my brow at him.

    “He has a dragon,” he whimpers. “For Empress Bethsabe.”

    “We have to tell Imani,” I say urgently. I get out of bed, taking Othet with me. We come to her guards who try to stop us, but I insist on seeing her.

    “It is a matter of life and death!” I shout. “Imani need to know about this! She needs to know what is coming and from where!”

    “What is coming?” Imani growls as she steps out her door. She looks exhausted and angry, but I don’t care.

    “A dragon,” I tell her. “It’s under the control of a fanatic under Empress Bethsabe!”

    Her eyes widen, and she grabs me, pulling Othet and me into her chambers. She shakes me. “Do not speak her name unless there is intent to it.”

    “I saw it,” Othet replies. “He came to me and spoke to me. The man who is controlling the dragon worships Bethsabe and will do anything for her. The dragon is close.”

    “How close?” Imani snarls.

    “The Gnolls that attack the convoy,” Mateo whispers. “I heard them saying they needed to feed something.”

    Imani opens the doors again. “Alert the guards,” she growls. “Get the armada ready. Search the docks for any large cargo that may have come through. Search for any news of dragons in the area. Even children’s stories. Anything at all, report it back to me!” She then goes to her desk and feverishly scribbles on parchment. She then comes back to us and places it in my hands.

    “Get this immediately to General Kalidas. He’s the leader of Amit’s military. Go and warn them now,” she growls to me.

    Chi, Othet and I lead out scouting unit through the darkness of the desert, racing towards the capital of Rakshasa Country. We arrive at dawn and are met by a Jaguar guard.

    “This must be special,” he says. “I thought the Sabertooths never left the oasis.” He keeps his hand on the scabbard of his sword.

    I race to him, presenting the royal seal on the letter Imani is sent. “I need to see Kalidas!” I insist. 

    He stares at me, tilting his head. “Mythri?” He whispers.

    I frown. “I’m Chiyo of the Bastat clan! This is an emergency! The Gnolls have a dragon, and it is nearby!”

    The Jaguar furrows his brow. “How do you know this?”

    “I don’t have time to explain all this,” I growl.

    The Jaguar, named Foluke, took the letter and lead us into the palace. We’re met by a panther and standing beside him is a Gnoll.

    “Tell me,” the Gnoll growls. “How do you know Bethsabe has a dragon.”

    “I saw it,” Othet speaks up. “The one controlling it spoke directly to me in a vision. He worships Bethsabe and is doing everything she commands. This dragon is somewhere in Rakshasa country.”

    “Of course this happens while Amit is away,” Kalidas snarls.

    “What do we do?” Foluke asks.

    “We’ll join Imani’s army,” Kalidas replies. “We’ll search for this dragon and make sure we put a stop to it. It’s obviously here because Amit isn’t,” he growls. “This Bethsabe plans to strike down Amit while she can.”

    The Gnoll shakes his head. “I never knew about this,” he whispers. “In all the plans and maps...my god...she hid this from everyone.”

    It is now I realize what Chi’s words meant. My tragedy was not random, Bastat had placed me in that situation so that I would be standing here at this moment. This was my fate all along.