Amit & Mythri (complete)

    I feel my husband’s great paw on my cheek, patting it gently to wake me up. “My queen,” he murmurs. “Wake up now.” I groan and rub my eyes. 

    “What time is it?” I grumble as I rise from bed.

    Outside I hear ran and the echo of thunder. I hear the waves crashing on the boat and rocking it more than usual. The Cobra Strait was usually an easy boat journey to the eastern continent, but ever since Amit and I started our trip, it has been nothing but foul weather. 

    Amit is sitting up in bed, looking tense as can be. His tail is flicking back and forth, and his ears are flat onto his head. “I’m sorry to wake you,” he murmurs.

    “It’s ok,” I pull him down for a kiss. “Are you nervous?”

    “All this terrible weather,” he growls. “I took it as an omen,” he looks at me with concern flooding his eyes. “I had a nightmare.”

    “Another one?” I ask.

    He touches my face, brushing my hair back and running his thumb along my lips. “I wish you hadn’t come.”

    I keep his paw on my cheek. “I needed to. The children will be fine. They are with Foluke and Sheba.”

    He growls low. “It’s not just the children,” he says. “I don’t want to lose you. If you are lost, then I fear all of the Rakshasa will be lost.”

    “Amit,” I whisper. “What did you dream?”

    “Ever since Lord Nictis contacted me, I have not slept well. I have been plagued with nightmares about this Centaur,” he shakes his head. “This meeting in Obresh,” his voice cracks. “I keep seeing flashes of it.”

    “Amit,” I whisper.

    “All these storms that follow me, I can’t help but feel nothing good will come of this.” He looks at me, and he wraps his strong arms around me. He holds me tight, and I grip to his back.

    “My love, you are worried.” I pet his back. “Of course all these things are going to look like bad omens. You did the same thing when I was pregnant, both times. The sandstorm, the late shipment of mangos,” I say.

    He chuckles. “This is different.”

    I pull back and hold his face between my palms. “Do you trust the leaders we are meeting with?” I ask him.

    He nods. “Most of them, yes.”

    I tilt my head. “Do you believe Lord Nictis and what he said?”

    “I do,” he whispers.

    “Do you love me?”

    He smiles. “With all my heart.”

    I kiss him, and he puts his paws around my waist. “I’m your lucky charm, your goddess,” I smirk. “We have Nadeem as well and his knowledge. We’ll be able to use it to our advantage. And if this Demir is as big a threat as Lord Nictis says, then we will fight him too.”

    He smiles at me and his tail starts to sway back and forth. “I’m starting to believe the rumors,” he purrs. “That you’re a goddess.”

    “Starting?” I scoff and thunder booms outside.

    Amit’s ears and tail stand on end, and he gapes at me. “Holy shit.”

    I chuckle and kiss him, throwing him down onto the bed. 

    Not too long ago, we were paid a visit by a Gnoll named Nadeem. He warned us about his Empress and her invasion schemes. For the longest time, the Gnolls have been a minor threat. Their slave trade, as of late, had gotten out of hand. They’d been growing in power for the last few years and had taken over several ports. Amit had been keeping a close eye on the Gnolls, considering that for centuries, the Rakshasa had been the primary source of the slave trade in the Ruby Empire before his grandfather started a war with the Gnolls. Since then, the Rakshasa ports and shorelines have been guarded against another Gnoll invasion.

    Around the same time that Nadeem arrived, we had also received word from Lord Nictis, the lord over Obresh. He sent word to Amit and several other kings and leaders in the world, asking them for their help. It seems the Gnolls weren’t the only other concern in the Ruby Empire. There was a Centaur Chief who had recently risen to power, conquering the West and East. He had already taken over the Golem mines and amassed himself a considerable wealth. His eyes were on the North and South now. His primary goal was to take over Obresh, which was a major port city, one of the most important on the Cobra Strait. If he took Obresh, it was only a matter of time before he reached the Western Continent and we faced him on Rakshasa soil.

    For personal reasons, I would like to see the Gnolls taken care of first. Not just for Amit and the history of violence between the Rakshasa and Gnolls, but because my family was ripped apart by the Gnolls. I was with my father and mother who was extremely pregnant at the time. We were going to visit family when your caravan was attacked. My father tried to protect me, but he was murdered in front of my very eyes. My mother was dragged away, and I never saw her again. As the Gnolls were taking me, they were attacked by a Rakshasa troop on their way back from training. I was saved and placed in the care of a woman who worked for the Rakshasa royal family. It was there I grew up and found my fate. 

I now see my destiny laid out before me. I feel as if, everything has lead up to this moment. My family being attacked, my life being rescued by the Rakshasa, falling in love with Amit, and now this. I feel called towards something bigger than myself, and that is why I insisted on going with Amit. I did not want to leave my children, but I knew what I was doing was for their greater good. 

We docked safety at Obresh a few days later. The storms had passed, but Amit’s nightmares had not. I take hold of his hand as we walk onto the dock. I have never been off the Western Continent before. This was my first major journey in ages. I was impressed, Obresh looked beautiful, even if it was covered in dense fog at the moment.

Ages ago, despite its perfect placement, Obresh was a failing community. Lord Nictis had gone into a depression and let everything fall into disrepair and neglect. Then, a flourishing Orc horde took it over with the promise that the people allow the Orcs to intermarry with them. Since then it has become a booming and ever-growing town. So much so it was coming under attack by the Gnolls and this Chief Demir.

“Are you cold?” Amit asks nothing my hand is trembling.

“A little,” I admit. The Eastern Continent is not the sunny, heated plains of the Rakshasa court. I am not used to cold weather I am afraid.

Amit holds me close. “Just stay by me, my love,” he purrs. “I do not want you to get reaped by one of the Orcs.”

I chuckle and beam at him. “Surely not.”

We are greeted by a young woman with rich colored skin and long, tight curls. “You must be King Amit and Queen Mythri,” she bows to us. “I’m Yasmin, Nictis’ wife.”

Amit frowns, I can tell he does not like that lord Nictis hasn’t greeted us personally. “It’s very kind of you to meet us for him.”

She nods. “I know you’re frustrated that he is not here,” she murmurs. “He wishes to meet you right away, but as you’ll soon find out, leaving the manor is not an option for him at this time.” 

As a wife, I can see the worry painted on Yasmin’s face. She loves her husband very much, and her concern for him would move mountains.

“Has anyone else arrived?” I ask.

“There are a few, but we are still waiting on others,” she sighs. “You have been our main concern.”

“Why me?” Amit asks.

She leads us to a carriage before answering, making sure we’re inside before she continues the conversation. “When those who would be attending this summit replied back, all of them asked if King Amit would be here as well. You’re a greatly respected man, Amit,” she replies. “Your opinion could decide the fate of the Ruby Empire.”

Amit reaches out and squeezes my hand. “I am not sure I should be honored by this news or take it as a sword against my throat.”

Yasmin smiles sadly. “I am sorry,” she murmurs. “My husband doesn’t mean to place so much weight on your shoulders. He admires you too, he’s admired your family since your grandfather.”

“Since then?” Amit growls.

We arrive at Nictis’ manor. Everything around the place looks like brand new, new plants and trees have been planted, a new walkway and bridge has been built to the front door. The manor itself looks like it is being cleaned by hand. Yasmin leads us in and takes us to a grand room with a massive fireplace. I finally feel warm.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the tiger and the goddess,” a dark voice rises. “Such a fairy tale for us Easterners.”

I look up, seeing a tall man with white as death hair that falls down past his waist. His features are sharp, and his limbs are long. From his neck down he wears dark clothing that shimmers like a beetle’s wings. His eyes are dark, and half of his face is burnt and melted. I have never met an Unseelie before in my life. 

“This must be a matter of concern if you are here,” Amit says to him.

He chuckles. “I owe Nictis a favor, you could say.” He then glances at me. “I have not had the favor of meeting the Goddess.” He says with a sharp smile. He takes my hand and bends to kiss it. “Mythri, correct? He asks. I’m Czernobog, the Unseelie King.”

“Nice to meet you,” I murmur, awed by his presence.

Amit puts his arm protectively around me. He then looks up, seeing a woman come down the stairs. She’s an Orc and dressed in a beautiful ruby red gown. Beside her is a man with fiery red hair and beard. The woman is Queen Mora, a powerful orc chieftain, and leader of a mighty all-female army. Her husband is King Branok who owns one of the biggest gold mines in all the Ruby Empire. They had visited our court not long after their wedding.

Another man enters the room, he is tall and broad shoulders, his skin is brightly colored, and he’s wearing a heavy coat over his sapphire and gold scales. His bright red eyes looked like rubies.

“Finally!” He throws his hands up in the air, and I see the fingers are webbed. “People who understand how bloody cold it is.” He rushes up to us, and I am excited to see a familiar face. I meet him halfway, hugging him tightly.

“Kitto! It’s so wonderful to see you. How is Behrou?” I ask him.

He grins at me. “Beautiful, gorgeous, and extremely pregnant,” he grins from fin to fin. “I hated leaving her, but I knew I needed to be here.” He releases me to receive a hug from Amit. 

Kitto is a King in the Cetus country. His family has been close to Amit’s for generations. They trade Rakshasa spices for the Cetus’s fish. The two were so interwoven it was considered blasphemy to eat one without the other. Kitto had been at our wedding, and he dazzled me from our first meeting. We attended his wedding, and I had become instantly close with his wife, Behrou. 

“I have gifts for her,” I tell him. “We were hoping to see you here.”

He nods. “I wouldn’t have come if Amit hadn’t.”

Amit sighs, that weight growing more and more noticeable. “Am I such a desired ruler?” he asks.

“I am surprised you do not know,” Mora says, joining the conversation. “Ever since your grandfather, the Rakshasa court has been an inspiration to many people. You especially have taken the mantel with great promise.”

“I was not aware,” Amit shakes his head.

“Most of the greats do not recognize it,” Czernobog adds. “Wise men do not know that they are wise, for they see themselves as fools.”

“I’m dumb as hell,” Kitto remarks. “Does that make me a wise man?”

“No,” Czernobog retorts without pause.

“I see you’re all getting along amicably,” I turn, seeing Yasmin walk into the room with a man draped in a dark red cloak. “Sorry to keep you waiting, King Amit. I have been so eager to meet you, but I must admit I am nervous.”

Amit looks at him and bows his head. “I am grateful you reached out to me.”

Nictis reaches up, and I see his hands are quite strange. He removes his hood, and I am glad I am not the only one who gasps. Kitto grabs my shoulder when he sees what hides under the hood. 

Nictis chuckles. “Gasp away, all you like. I know my appearance isn’t quite the beauty my wife insists it is.”

Yasmin smiles lovingly at him. His body is covered in a strange transparent pink film. His body is skeletal, all bones that that peculiar pink. His skull is stretched and pointed, beautiful etchings cover it. His sockets are dark and deep. After the initial shock wears off, I could understand the ghastly allure of him. 

My husband takes his hand, shaking it heartily. “I don’t understand what my wife sees in me half the time.” He smiles, and Nictis laughs.

“We are all lucky, I suppose. Come! I have food waiting for all of you. The rest should arrive throughout the next few days. I plan on talking with each of you individually before we start the summit.” 

Kitto takes hold of my hand, and I can tell he is missing Behrou. He sits beside me at the dinner table, not joining Czernobog and Amit at the head. Mora sits beside me as well, looking frustrated and annoyed.

“Are you ok?” I ask her.

“I don’t like this,” she murmurs. “We’ve known about the Gnolls, and frankly I don’t see the problem with them. You swat at them, and they’ll go away. But it’s this Centaur that has me on edge.”

“Are you worried about the gold mines?” Kitto asks.

“He’s already conquered the Golems,” Branok replies. “He’s trying to amass as much fortune as he can to support this unified Empire ideal of his.”

I furrow my brow. “Unified Empire?”

“He wants to be the one sole King,” Mora growls. “He wants to conquer and take over everything. Any king or ruler is in great danger of facing him right now.” She scoffs and shakes her head, “the fact that Nictis has invited us all here under one roof has me worried. We are easy pickings.”

“Then why come?” Kitto glares at her.

“Because of Amit,” Branok answers. “If anyone can face this Demir and come out victorious is him. We want to stand behind him.”

I look over at my husband at the head of the table. I feel his weight and burden, all these expectations that rest on him. All these leaders look up to him and respect his opinion. I am so worried about him. I know he wants to make the right decision, but how can he when so many expect something from him?

The door opens, and more royals join us. I see and Ifrit and a Griffin, both with wives at their sides. Later a Naga comes in with her wife as well. Nictis greets them all warmly, inviting them to his table and serving them wine and fine foods.

The Naga Queen, Nadine, goes out of her way to greet me and her wife rolls her eyes. “She loves beautiful women,” she replies.

“How can I resist kissing the cheeks of a Goddess?” Nadine smirks at me. 

“Has that rumor stretched so far?” I ask.

Nadine goes and joins her wife again, curling up beside her and holding her hand. “Anyone that knows of Amit knows about you,” Nadine replies. “You’re talked about even more than he is these days.”

After dinner, Amit goes and talks for a long time alone with Nictis. I go to our room and sit before the fire, still unable to feel completely warm. Amit comes in late, and I stand up to meet him. I throw my arms around him, and he kisses me softly.

I pet his cheek, studying his expression. He’s stoney and severe, and very exhausted. “Come to bed,” I whisper to him. I pull back the blankets for him.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he growls. He pulls me close, kissing me heatedly. “I need you.”

I sigh softly, tasting wine on his tongue. “What can I do?” I whisper to him.

He purrs into my ear. “Give me your body,” he says. “I need your comfort.”

I pet his chest, opening his robes. “Lay down,” I command him. “I need you too.” I kiss him, and he pulls me down onto the bed with him. He removes my dressing gown and touches my bare skin. My belly bares stretch marks from my pregnancies. He kisses there, nuzzling to my thighs and spreading my legs. He laps at my folds, growling as he tastes me.

I sigh, throwing my head back as his rough tongue presses inside me and swirls around my sensitive clit.

“My queen,” he growls. “I need you tonight more than ever.” He slurps me up. “I don’t want to be demanding but…” he whimpers softly.

I pull him up, kissing him and rolling him onto his back. “Be demanding,” I coax. I kiss down his chest and stomach, which has grown soft since I met him. I see his cock on his thigh, throbbing with need. I kiss his shaft and lick him. I suck on the head as my fists pump over him. He growls dark and his breath hitches. 

Once he’s good and hard, I straddle his hips and take him inside me. I bounce slowly, placing my hands on his thighs and kneading my fingers into him. He growls, looking up at me and I ride him. He reaches out, grasping my chest and waist, letting his paws roam all over my body. He undoes my hair, making the long, black waves fall all over me.

“My goddess,” he growls.

I whimper softly, feeling his surging inside me. I want to make him feel good, I want to comfort him. I love him so much, I want to take all his stress from him. I will do this as long as he wants as many times as he wants.

He rolls me over, pinning me down into the bed. He kisses me, thrusting hard and deep inside of me. I cry out into his mouth, gasping for air as he grinds his cock into me.

“Amit,” I mewl, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he snarls. He goes slow and then hammers hard, goes slow and then thrusts heavily again.

I claw at his back, mewling and crying out with pleasure. I kiss him, sucking on his tongue and gasping his name over and over.

“Amit,” I squeak. “I’m cumming!” I cry out for him. My inner walls clamp around him, and my legs kick out. My back arches off the bed and I press against his broad chest. He snarls and grunts, thrusting and pushing inside me. I feel him throb and his hot seed floods me.

He sighs and flops down on top of me, his heavy weight feels good. He nuzzles to my chest and neck, licking the sweat from my skin. After a while he mounts me again, this time he bends me over and lifts my hips up. We make love several times that night until we are both exhausted and collapse into the bed. 

I wake up with him wraps around me, holding me fast. He’s biting my shoulder but not hard at all. I tap his nose, and he wakes up. He gasps and looks down at me. 

“Another nightmare?” I ask him.

He whimpers and kisses me. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispers.

“I know,” I pet his cheek. “And I will protect you too. I’ll carry your burden right by your side until the very end.”

He kisses me. “I’ve made my decision,” he tells me. “Once all the rulers are here, I need you to stand by me.”

“I will,” I wrap him in my arms as he lays on top of me. He nuzzles to my neck. “I will, my love.”