Rakshasa Boyfriend: Chirayu (complete)

In my dreams I see a black wolf. It’s coming towards me as vines tangle at its feet. I stand still, watching it and realizing it’s wounded and bleeding. I call out to the black wolf, asking it to come closer so I can help it. It stares at me, burrowing it’s eyes into mine and I am unsure if it is going to attack me or accept my offer. I always wake up before I find out what the wolf wants or even means.

I wake up this time in the carriage, it’s warm and cozy and I’ve laid my head in Davya’s lap. Sitting across from us is Emory, who is joining us as our guard. I yawn and sit up, stretching as Davya yanks her skirt back.

“Good nap?” She asks, smoothing out the wrinkles.

“Eh,” I shrug my shoulders. “Where are we?”

“Not far from the last time you asked,” Davya smirks. 

I grimace and Emory chuckles. “We’re getting closer, Chirayu,” he replies. “It shouldn’t be long before we make it to the Grapevine Vales.”

“At least someone can be honest with me,” I yawn again.

Davya and I were asked to go along with Arlan and Lady Bianca to tend to matters in Ophirin. Arlan was given lands belonging to the Houses that tried to rebel against Arjun, and he was needing help getting everything in order. Davya and I were to be helping him settle debts and minor conflicts going on in the Grapevine Vales, an area belonging once to House Swaene. Coming with us were Chi and Maeve who were still heavily grieving. It was Chiyo’s hope that they could start a life in the Grapevine Vales and possibly bring the survivors of Bastat here who wished to leave and escape the trauma that used to be their home.

Emory, after having saved Dhaval’s life and proving himself, had become an invaluable asset to him. He had been set as a guard for Davya and me. I wouldn’t have minded it, save for the fact that he and Davya were getting close as of late and their awkward flirting was making me crazy.

I have been wanting to do what I can for my big brother. Dhaval has been carrying the world on his shoulders and it has taken all of us to help him. Mom and Dad are his best advisors, Himank is his right hand man, Damini has been in charge of a lot of planning and responsible for a great deal of his strategies, meanwhile Davya and I have been assisting Mom and Dad.

Davya is pretty much just a tiny, girly version of Dad. She’s brilliant and one of the best debaters at the University, she’s written a couple of Dhaval’s speeches in the past. I’m like Himank and Mom, smart with numbers and people. I’ve been asked to help Arlan with the accounting work as well as litigation, and although I’m more like Himank, I can charm a fish out of water. I’m hoping I can use my skills to quell any residual anger from the remaining houses that may come our way, as well as House Swaene’s former vassals.

Once we arrived at Swaene’s Vineyard Arlan takes us around, giving us a tour of the now empty grounds. The former Lord Swaene had been taken prisoner and the grounds had been emptied save for the staff that still lingered, kept on by Arlan in anticipation for this moment.

Chi and Maeve look around, but it seems as if their minds are elsewhere. I do not blame them, their son Amon is being held captive by Sanguis who hopes to use his power of will for his own ends once Amon is older. Baby Addor has barely left Maeve’s side at all, staying on her shoulder, even as he’s gotten much bigger. 

“If you two want to leave and go rest I can take care of the rest of this,” I tell them. “I don’t mind if you feel you need to escape.”

“Thank you Chirayu,” Maeve murmurs. “But it’s our responsibility to Bastat to see all of our options. I know Chiyo sent us here in hopes for us to get away and heal, but-” she hesitates and smiles at Chi. “It is going to take much more than distance to assure that.”

“We’ll stay and learn the castle, it’s only fitting,” Chi says with a bow of his head.

I nod in return. “I’ll take care of anything, you just ask me.”

“Thank you, cousin,” Chi smiles. “You’re very much like your mother, it’s a comfort.”

I chuckle and rub the back of my neck. “I only hope to be half the woman she is one of these days.”

Arlan gives me ledgers to go over all the finances left. I have been pouring through, finding myself pleased with how meticulously Lord Swaene kept them. It isn’t until I come to a line in the ledger, made in Lord Swaene’s own hand, that is marked as ‘Black Wolf’. For a moment I am certain I am seeing things, but sure enough, in the thick dark ink, it is the very same thing that has been haunting my dreams. I try to continue my work but every so often there is a payment going out to this Black Wolf. 

One evening as I am working, one of the maids comes in with my tea. She pours it and sets the cup beside me. 

“Will that be all, sir?” She bows her head down and her long, black braid falls off her shoulder.

I look up at her and nod. “Yes, thank you.” I then flinch and sit up as she starts to walk away. “No, wait,” I gasp. “I’m sorry,” I murmur as her blue eyes fall on me. “How long have you worked here?”

She turns towards me. “I have spent much of my life here,” she tells me. “Why do you ask?”

She’s quite lovely, with her dark hair, blue eyes, and deep complexion. She has sharp, slightly frightening eyes, and soft full lips. “What’s your name?” I ask.

Her thick brow arches up and she steps back towards the desk. “What would you need to know that for?” She asks me.

“Manners?” I chuckle.

She smirks and smooths her hands over her apron. “Delilah,” she answers.

“Delilah,” I murmur. “It suits you, very pretty.” 

Her cheeks turn red and she smiles at me. “No need to be charming, young prince. I’m not trying to ruin my reputation simply because your smile is handsome and your eyes are striking.”

“Funny,” I grin. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“What did you want to ask me?” Delilah folds her arms across her chest. “Before I put you in your place.”

“Oh, do that first!” I laugh. “But yes, my question.” I lean back in my seat. “There are payments Lord Swaene made to something, or someone, called Black Wolf. I was wondering if you knew what this possibly was.” I glance over the ledger again. “A payment is made every month on the same day.”

“The Black Wolves were a mercenary group,” Delilah replies. “Perhaps he had hired them to take care of some of his dirty work.”

“Mercenaries?” I look at her with a pinched brow. “What kind of mercenaries?”

“Around these parts they’re more myth than fact. No one is certain if they are real or fairytales people have invented. They’re said to be the bastard children of the lords of Ophirin, those that Irina chooses to ignore so they move without fear in her shadow.”

A chill goes down my spine. “Whose Irina?”

Delilah points to a statue hanging over the fireplace. It is of a woman who is wrapped in the petals of a lily and her hair billows out like a cloud. 

“She’s the Goddess of Ophirin, a sign of fertility, conquest, and domain. She’s also a hater of the illegitimate and curses anything that is by branding it something to be reviled. They were sacrifices back in the day,” she snarls.

“And these Black Wolves-” I whisper. 

“Bastard children, amongst Irina’s most hated. They are called Blights.” A grim look crosses Delilah’s face. “They are everywhere, young prince.”

“But why would Lord Swaene be paying these Black Wolves? It appears he was greatly devoted to Irina as this creepy statue is everywhere in the keep and he made donations to the church every week.” I sigh and shake my head. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Delilah shrugs. “Is that all you will be needing of me, sir?”

“Yes, uhm-” I look at her a moment longer before turning back to the ledgers. “Thank you for the tea.”

Delilah bows. “Don’t work too hard. Who knows what will happen tomorrow.”

I watch her as she leaves the room as another chill serpentines down my spine. I grimace and return to my work, hoping to get a head start so I could relax a little longer tomorrow. 

I get up early the next morning and head back to my office. I’ve asked a maid to send my breakfast in for me. Just as I am sitting down and going over what I had done the day before, Delilah comes in pushing a cart.

“How did you know this is exactly what I wanted?” I smile at her.

Delilah sighs. “Are you so sure?” Out from under the cart she pulls out a sword. My insides go cold as she presses the steel to my throat. “Stay still, remain quiet, and above all else you will obey me.”

I drop the ledger in my hand and look up at her. “Are you the Black Wolf?”

“One of,” she says with a nod. “Outside that door are more. We have the castle surrounded and we have your family held captive. They will not be harmed as long as you cooperate with me.”

I take a steadying breath. “Who knows what will happen tomorrow, right?”

Delilah lowers her sword. “Why are you still in a dressing robe?” She asks me. “Do none of you in Raksahsa Country dress?”

“It’s early morning, why would I get dressed before I’ve even eaten?” I ask.

Delilah removes the maid uniform, revealing the black clothing she’s wearing underneath. She’s wearing a chest plate and armor around her legs and arms. 

“Where is the rest of my family?” I ask. “Chi and Maeve have been through enough, I ask you let them go or at least treat them kindly.”

“I have heard what they have suffered, but they will be held here, same as everyone else.” Delilah sits across the table from me. “I need every last one of you.”

“For what?” I ask. “Is this about the money you used to receive from Lord Swaene?”

Her brow puckers and a look of anger flashes through her eyes. “This has nothing to do with money!” She bares her teeth to me. “This has everything to do with who you are and what you stand for,” she snarls at me. “You who are connected to everyone that has any meaning in this world right now. Grandson to Arjun, cousin to Arlan, brother to the King, and son of a living Goddess. You have the power I need.”

“Delilah,” I murmur, “if that is your name.” I lay my palms flat down on the table. “I don’t know what I can possibly do, and I will be honest with you here. All I know is that yes, I am those things, but to most of them I am still just a child. You’re going to be in danger.”

Delilah’s gaze darkens. “I am fully aware of this,” she snarls. “But you have no idea what is outside.”

“I would rather this not turn violent,,” I tell her. “So please, state it clearly for me, what is it that you want?”

“I want my namesake returned to me,” she replies. “The Grapevine Vales and this Castle, I want it all returned along with my name.”

“Your name?” My mouth parts as it pieces together. “Lord Swaene was your father, wasn’t he?” I shake my head. “That’s why he was paying the Black Wolves.”

“My father loved his wine,” Delilah scoffs. “It led him down some rocky roads a few times. My mother happened to be along one of those roads unfortunately.”

“Haven’t you talked to Alexander?” I lean towards her. “And what about Arlan?”

“They won’t listen to me!” Delilah snaps. “I have tried to make them listen. I have approached them countless times. Alexander keeps burying me away, saying he can’t risk angering the Faith of Irina and the more devout Houses by giving land and noble titles to a bastard. I went to Arlan to try and explain myself and he told me the same thing.” She slams her palms on the table and rises up. “So I am forced to take what they won’t return!”

“Whoa, whoa,” I gasp and raise my paws up. “Delilah there are other ways to do this. Kidnapping us won’t get you what you want, if anything it will get you killed. You want your name? You’ll get it in heaven.”

“I told you, I chose you because of who you are.” Delilah folds her arms behind her back. “I know what I am doing. I have been planning this since my father was executed.” She replies. 

“Delilah,” I stand up from my seat. “I understand how angry you must be, getting ignored time and time again for something you know is wrong-” I shake my head. “But you have to understand, Arlan is ready to attack anyone who moves against him. He has amassed armies from my family, from the Muallifi kingdom, and he has Orcs now! He will make you an example to anyone who thinks they can try to intimidate him.”

Delilah turns on her heel and glares back at me. “Did I say you could stand up?”

I roll my eyes and plop back down into the seat. “Please, I beg you, for the sake of your Black Wolves and as well as yourself, don’t do this. Don’t hold me and my sister ransom. My parents don’t take kindly to that.”

“Exactly,” Delilah scoffs. “Your parents will fight for you. I will fight for my family,” she lays her hand over her chest.

I find that the entire staff that had been in the castle were all Black Wolves, the Blights of Irina who had banded together to make a family and make a fortune off those who cast them aside in the name of their Goddess. Delilah had formed them with her half-brother Rolf. Lord Swaene had been paying them to keep Delilah quiet about her origins, but all this time she has been working towards the same goal, to be recognized as her father’s daughter and the rightful heir to his lands and titles.

I know if I don’t think quick, the Black Wolves will be made an example of. Arlan has been waiting for this chance to strike, and Delilah has delivered it. My parents, who have been terrified since we were all babies of such a thing, would spare nothing to assure Davya and I were safe. I need to make Delilah see there must be another way.

“Tell me,” I ask her one day, “did you have any relationship with your father?”

Delilah looks up from her food and gives me a harsh stare. “What does it matter to you?” She growls.

“Because I can’t imagine anything else. All my life I had my parent’s love. In fact, I have the greatest parents in the world.” I lean towards her. “I just want to know your reasoning, Delilah. Why you’re so angry and why you’re so intent on this mission when it’s suicide.”

Delilah glares at me and pokes at her food. “Lord Swaene’s wife couldn’t have children,” she grumbles. “So my father took me from my mother, thinking they could fool the world and raise me as their own.” She glares down at her plate. “Lady Swaene hated me. She used to beat me for little to no reason, so my father decided it was best he handle me. He loved me but I could tell he was afraid of me. After all, I was a Blight. He gave so much to the church because he thought keeping me was going to be his downfall.” She laughs bitterly. “How fucking wrong was he?”

“But what happened?” I lean towards her. “Why did he send you away?”

Delilah glares up at me. “Lady Swaene tried to kill me.”

It’s a gut punch to the system. “My god-” I whisper.

Delilah laughs but she sounds in pain. “He caught her poisoning my food. He had gotten suspicious because she had started requesting all my favorite meals suddenly. He found out that she had instructed the chef to poison my plate and fork.” Her eyes are wet and brimming with tears. She looks down, cupping her hand to her cheek. “So he sent me back to my mother. It took me years to heal and to this day it still affects me.” She turns her eyes back to me. “So I suppose you can’t imagine what that’s like.” She then stops as the doors open and Rolf comes rushing in.

“Delilah, they’re approaching,” he whispers urgently to her.

“Have they sent word?” She asks him.

Rolf hands her a letter and she looks over it before tossing it angrily into the fire. 

“What should we do?” Rolf asks.

“I won’t release them!” Delilah snaps.

“But they’ll attack if we don’t,” Rolf urges. 

“Go outside and prepare everyone!” Delilah commands him. “I need to think, just let me think.” She paces as Rolf leaves the room. I watch her for a moment as she does, knowing she is backed into a corner with no escape. Who knows what she’ll do in her desperation.

“Let me help you,” I call out to her. “You won’t have the men to take on my father’s army, let alone just Arlan’s. Your men don’t deserve that. You don’t!”

Delilah lowers her head down and tears roll down her cheeks. 

“My mother,” I start gently, “if you call off this hostage situation, she will listen to you. Anyone in their right mind will then listen to her.”

“What does she have to gain?” Delilah spats at me. “I’m just some bastard who kidnapped her children! You said so yourself, she’s feared this all your lives! Why would she ever want to listen to me? She has no reason to trust me! I’m not blood or anyone important!” 

She stands up and kicks her chair over and tosses her dinner plate into the fire. “All I wanted was to be my father’s daughter! To be a Swaene, a true Swaene.” She lets out a painful laugh as she clutches her arms around her ribs. “I’m such a fool, even if they did give me what I wanted, I could never hold onto what I gained. Someone would probably kill me, or one of the other Houses would take what was mine. Unless I whored myself out to one of them for an alliance. But who would ever want a bastard as a wife?” Delilah is holding her palm to her face, failing to hold back her tears. 

I sit there watching her, wishing there was a way I could reach out and comfort her. I think for a long moment, and a thought comes to mind that is reckless but may be the simplest solution. Delilah said so herself.

“I would,” I reply.

Delilah turns and looks at me like I am insane, exactly what I expected. “You would what?”

“Marry you.” 

Delilah scoffs and laughs at me. “I thought the line of Amit was supposed to be smart.”

“There are different ways to be smart, but hear me out Deliliah.” I hold my paws up. “There’s no way I’m ever going to be king of anything. I’m just the baby prince of the Rakshasa, but I am still a prince.”

Delilah is still scowling at me and her hand is readied on her sword. 

“But if you marry me, if you even just agree to it, that gives you more power than anything. You’d be the same as me. Family to Arjun, Alexander, Arlan, my entire family. You’d not just have your name but you’d have mine as well. No one could touch you. Not the Houses of Ophirin, not the Faith of Irina, not even Irina herself if she even exists.”

Delilah shakes her head. “Why would you do that for me?”

I shrug. “I want to help. It’s something my mother instilled in me.”

Delilah blinks and tears fall down her cheeks. “Still, why?”

“I like you,”  I stand up and cautiously step towards her. “I think your bright and courageous, and I know many women like you in my life willing to fight for what is right like you. I was born to be surrounded by people like you. It makes sense to me I keep up the tradition.” I take her hands in mine. “I’ll be your friend for life,” I tell her. “And maybe, one day, we’ll love each other. Who knows? Marry me and we’ll find out.”

Delilah sniffles and then laughs as she rubs her eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

“Is that a yes?” I tilt my head so my ear is near her.

Delilah looks up at me. “As long as you keep your promise to remain my friend. No matter what?”

I nod and kiss her forehead. “I promise, no matter what I will remain your ally through all of it.”

We go downstairs and call off the Black Wolves. Out front is my father and Arlan leading the charge. I ask them to stand down and send their armies back, that any assault on the Black Wolves is one against me and my betrothed.

My mother is wildly upset and she lays into Delilah for her actions, bewildered at this turn of events. Delilah lays everything out on the table, opening her soul just to be heard. And just as easily as she was angered, my mother wraps Delilah into a hug. Arlan apologizes for his mistakes and acknowledges his slight against Delilah. 

“This is a world that is changing everyday. The world won’t be the same in a few years time, I am certain. The Laws of Irina won’t last the way I see it.” He takes in a deep breath. “I have seen what it can do to follow her and I know there is no harm in breaking it. As long as you take Chirayu as your husband and allow the refugees from Obresh and Bastat into the Grapevine Vales-”

“Done,” Delilah chimes in instantly. “Done.” She looks at me and smiles. “If that is all I can do let me assure you that with my father’s name I can do more.”

“You never needed a name,” Mythri tells her. “I never knew mine and look where I am now.” She gives her a reassuring smile. “I know what it means to you to feel legitimized and recognized as your father’s daughter, but is that the name you want for yourself?”

“Oh,” Deliliah contemplates Mythri’s words. “I never thought of it that way. I suppose it’s something to think about.”

“You have time, Delilah,” I assure her. “There is much we have to do first.”

Delilah nods. “You’re right,” she whispers.  “Thank you, all of you. You will always have my gratitude.”

“Just-” Amit starts unsurely, “take care of Chirayu. Even if all your marriage brings is friendship, take care of him.”

Delilah smiles at me. “I promise. You won’t have to worry about him.”

Soon, Delilah and I set to work on restoring the castle and working together to make it ours. The Black Wolves have been turned into her army and with the refugees from Bastat and Obresh coming in, she had been working to train them as well as oversee the harvesting that’s in dire need of labor. 

One evening as I am getting ready for bed there is a gentle rapping on my door. “Come in.” I quickly slip on my robe as Delilah opens the door. 

“I’m not disturbing you am I?” She sounds nervous.

“Not at all,” I smile at her. “I’m surprised you’re still awake. You were out in the vineyards all day today.”

“I can’t sleep,” she confesses as she walks up to me. “No matter what I do I keep...thinking,” her shoulders slouch. 

“Do you need to talk?” I ask her. “Because I would be grateful to-”

“No,” she gasps. “Chirayu it’s not-” her cheeks grow bright red. “I need you to know how grateful I am to you. Everything I have now is because of you and how kind you are. I keep thinking that I have taken you from something, from someone who deserves you and I want to feel guilty but I don’t-” she clams up then shakes her head. “I want you all to myself and that makes me feel guilty and I just want-”

I kiss her and hold her in my arms. She moans at first but she slowly melts as my embrace grows tighter. She whimpers as our lips part and she looks at me with those amazing blue eyes.

“You haven’t taken me away from anyone.” I brush my thumb across her plump bottom lip. “Because I’m with you.” I kiss her again and she grabs onto me. “It doesn’t matter to me what name you carry as long as you are Delilah,” I whisper to her. “You’re brave and strong, and so wickedly smart.” I cup her cheek in my hand. “And you’re beautiful to top it all off. I liked you even when I thought you were a maid.”

Delilah laughs and holds onto my wrist. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Are you sure?” I whisper. 

Delilah’s cheeks darken and a coy smile crosses her lips. “We’re going to be married soon. I thought, maybe, we should try and get used to it. It’ll be getting cold soon and I like a warm bed.”

“You’re tempting me,” I chuckle. “But I have been getting lonesome,” I purr as I nuzzle to her cheek. “I would be honored if you warmed my sheets.”

Delilah slips into my bed, curling up and hugging a pillow, watching me with intent eyes as I take off my robe and lay beside her. We look at one another and inch my inch we get closer. Delilah tucks herself into my arms and lays with her back to my chest. I rub down her side, letting my paw rest on her hip.

She then presses her rear against me, rubbing it to my lap and causing a pleasurable amount of friction. 

“What are you doing?” I growl into her ear as my fingers grip her hip. 

“Nothing,” Delilah moans. “Just trying to get warm.”

“You’re trying to excite me,” I chuckle.

Delilah reaches back and rubs her palm along my growing shaft. “Is that ok?”

I kiss her neck and cheek and drag my teeth down her skin. She gasps and shivers as I slip my paw between her thighs and apply pressure to her mound. I rub my fingers against the fabric of her pajamas and then move my hand inside them. Her hand strokes me as my fingers slips along her dewy slit.

I push Delilah down into the bed and rip away her clothes. Her breasts are heavy and the nipples are large. I suck on them, gently biting as my fingers slip inside her. Delilah cries out, grabbing onto me and trembling.

“Perhaps we should wait,” I tease her as I lift my head. “We should stop now and wait until our wedding night.”

Delilah frowns at me. “You stop now and I’ll never forgive you! Don’t you dare make me wait.”

I chuckle and kiss her. “I’ll take care of you.” I pull my fingers out and suck them clean. “I want you just as badly.”

I haven’t had much experience, not with girls anyway. In school I had fooled around with some of the guys in my class. I had only kissed one girl before and she elicited nothing in me like Delilah does. I hunger for her, I’m starving for her. 

I slip between her thighs, tasting her directly and lapping up the thick nectar she spills from her folds. Her voice is sweet and trilling as I kiss and lick her mound. I suckle her clit and let her thighs crush my head. I feel her heat ravage through me, beckoning me to my only purpose for the evening, which was to pleasure her.

Her legs wrap around me, pulling me close again. We kiss and moan and soon I’m buried deep inside her. Delilah whimpers in my ear, panting as her inner walls crush around me. I try to move slow to savor this moment but Delilah’s needs are demanding so I drive myself to meet them. 

As Delilah’s lashes flutter I can feel the swelling pressure inside me. I’ll be cumming soon and it’ll be all because of her. I tremble and buck, driving deep inside her. My release is sudden but lasts a long time. I’m afraid I’ve made a mess of my bride to be, but she seems happy about it.

We lay together for a long time, kissing, giggling, and talking about random things that pop up into our minds. After a while Delilah kisses me and pets her hand down the back of my neck.

“My name,” she murmurs to me. “I want it to be ours.”

“Oh,” I gasp. “Are you sure?”

Delilah nods. “It’s all because of you I am even here. And I am certain I will never be without you from here on out.” She smiles shyly at me. “I want us to build this together so, I decided.” She tickles my chin. “Del’rayu. Our family name, our House” 

I giggle. “You certain?”

“It’s both of us.” She loops her arms around my neck. “Like our children will be.”

My heart flutters and my stomach lurches. “You know all the right things to say.” I kiss her and press my body against hers. “We’re still young though, there’s no need to rush these things.”

“One day,” she coos. “I just know it’ll be one day. I had a dream the other night,” she confesses. “I was watching a bunch of wolf pups play and they kept following me around like I was their mother.” She chuckles and combs her fingers through the fluff on my chest. “It scared me a little. I knew I wanted to be a mother someday, but with everything that happened-” she glances to me. “And you-” she then nuzzles to her pillow. “I wasn’t sure how you felt about it. About me.”

I smile dreamily at her. “Well, I hope you’re aware now.” I kiss her lovingly. “And it’s so funny. I used to have a similar dream not too long ago.”

Delilah giggles and snuggles closer. “Did you?” She tangles her legs with mine. 

I pull her close so her head is resting on my chest. “I never understood what it meant before. I never knew if it was a warning or a blessing, but I know what it means now.”