Rakshasa Boyfriend: Hassan (complete)

“I have such a headache,” Arlan bemoans as he rubs his temple.

Hisede smirks and does nothing to suppress her chuckling.

“I can cut your head off would that help?” I peer up at him from over my book. “Take care of that pain like that,” I snap my fingers.

Arlan grimaces and sticks his tongue out at me. “I can’t understand how you can read in the carriage! I feel nauseous just looking at the title.”

“Just catching up on some histories,” I murmur. “Did you know that in Rakshasa Country bowing at the waist is seen as an insult? Because bending like that alludes you do not have strong moral principles ‘aka a backbone’ and thus they always shake hands or kiss on the cheeks!”

Arlan stares at me like I’m insane.

“What?” I look back at him.

Arlan pushes the book down. “These people are our family, there’s no need for you to worry about all this junk.”

“I’m excited!” I giggle and bounce in my seat. “The Rakshasa Library is said to be one of the most important collections in all the Empire! I want to make a good impression so I will be allowed to go through every nook and cranny.”

“Just stay clear of Mythri,” Arlan leans back in his seat.

I exchange weary glances with Hisede before turning my attention back to my brother. “She is my idol, you know I want to talk with her!”

“Yeah well, I don’t need her making matches for you right now,” Arlan sighs. “I can’t have you married off to someone.”

Hisede scowls at him and clicks her tongue. 

“Don’t say anything!” Arlan rakes his fingers through his hair. “I know what I sound like.”

“Dad,” I scoff.

Arlan frowns at me. “I just want to play it safe, ok! So no getting married while we’re here. No fantastical romances. No Mythri matchmaking plots! And before you say it, I’m not exempting myself from this either.”

Hisede turns her head away from him, trying to hide the wetness that has sprung to her eyes.

“All I want is inside the library. I don’t care about getting married, let alone any boy or girl who may or may not want into my noble undercarriage. As far as I’m concerned I’m gonna marry some old guy who can’t get it up like Bianca so people will leave me alone.” I pick up my book again and a few pages fall out. “Ugh, how frustrating!” I pick up the pages seeing a painting of a panther Rakshasa prince printed there. I stuff the pages back into the book.

We had been summoned to Rakshasa Court by Lady Bianca, apparently there was something she needed to discuss with Arlan in the presence of Queen Mother Mythri. I had invited myself along for the journey, wishing to take advantage of the famed Rakshasa Library, one of Mythri’s greatest accomplishments. 

Mythri and Chiyo greeted us with open arms, welcoming us as soon as we set foot off the carriage. It was still such a shock to me that these legendary heroes of the Empire were our own flesh and blood, it was like finding you were related to a goddess.

“We have a lot of company with us,” Mythri says as she grins at me. “You’ll have to excuse the mess of the place.”

“I saw all the Orcs,” Arlan says. “Did Dhaval take my advice?”

“He did, the refugees from Obresh have been coming in all month. Actually, that’s just a part of what Lady Bianca wishes to discuss with you.” Mythri tells me. “I’m sorry too that Dhaval won’t be here, he’s with Mila.”

“I heard about what happened,” I gasp as I follow alongside them. “Is she ok? What about Emmeline?”

“Emmeline and her family has been working tirelessly to find a way to take Culuweth back. There are Orcs willing to offer their services in exchange for Berkset as a new home.” Chiyo replies. “I rather like the idea. Turn Berkset into the new port of ports. Keep it out of the hands of Sanguis and his new Drow-” she quickly stops and turns to Hisede. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to insult-”

“You aren’t insulting me, I know who you are talking about. Not all Drow are loyal to Viovrouh. Just look at me,” Hisede laughs.

“Mythri,” I catch up to her. “I was wondering if I could be allowed access to the Rakshasa Library.”

Mythri smiles at me. “It is open to everybody. But I highly suggest you get a library pass from the front desk. It’s a little card that keeps track of the books you borrow.”

“I can BORROW the books?” I squeal.

“You’ve just unleashed a monster, dear cousin,” Arlan chuckles. “There is no bigger bibliophile in all the Empire than my sister. I would dare say her own collection could rival yours.”

“Is that a fact?” Mythri smiles. “Well then, you are exactly the kind of monster I built the library for.”

“I’ll take her,” Chiyo says quickly. “You deal with Arlan and I’ll deal with Amelia.”

I’m starstruck, Chiyo is one of the most mythological warriors in all the Empire. I remember my Dad telling us stories about the woman who tamed a dragon and saved the entirety of the Rakshasa Country. To think she’s my cousin!

“Thanks for taking me,” I beam up at Chiyo like an awestruck school girl. 

“It’s easy to get lost on the University campus,” Chiyo chuckles. “I would hate for our family to go missing so close to home.”

“I get so weirded out when you say that,” I tell her.

“Say what?” Chiyo smirks.

“That we’re family!” I gasp up at her. “You and Mythri are as close to gods as we mortals can get. Yet somehow you’re related to our crappy little House?”

“The Brachuss aren’t crappy. If it wasn’t for Arlan, Arjun might be dead and Ophirin in a lot worse shape. It’s men like him that stop wars, not start them.” Chiyo pats my back. 

“You don’t live with him,” I scoff. “Without Hisede he’d be an absolute mess.”

“They’re close?” Chiyo has a knowing smirk on her face.

I scoff. “One way to put it.”

Chiyo leads me to a massive building near the center of the University campus. It’s tall and built in blue glass. Inside, the air is cool and the light is dim, the sort of perfect atmosphere for reading. The smell is crisp, like worn old pages and well loved spines, and it brings me to my happy place.

“Lady Chiyo, welcome,” a low rumbling voice calls me away from my happy place.

“Hassan, hello, are you on duty for today?” Chiyo steps towards a ladder.

Looking up, I see a panther Rakshasa perched at the top. “Not really,” he replies. “I volunteered for today to get out of a lecture.”

“I won’t tell,” Chiyo taps her finger to her lips. “Oh, Hassan,” she puts her arms around me and pushes me forward. “This is my cousin, Amelia Brachuss, she’s here visiting and I think you two might just have a lot in common.”

Hassan steps down from the ladder, and smiles at me. “A fellow book lover?” He holds his hand out to me. “Prince Hassan of Muallifi.”

“Prince?” I blurt then quickly take his hand and shake it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“His mother helped plan and build this library,” Chiyo explains. “He’s taking classes here at the University and he puts most of his time in the library.”

“It grew up with me,” Hassan chuckles. “So I sort of feel like the library is my sibling.” He turns and looks up at all the shelves and the blue glass. He’s tall and thin with a slick black coat that looks nice to touch. His long, sleek tail sweeps behind him and curls around his waist when he talks. 

“Can I leave Amelia with you, Hassan?” Chiyo asks. “I’d like to get back and help my sister.”

“No problem,” Hassan smiles. “I’d be happy to show her around.”

Chiyo leaves and I turn my attention back to Hassan. “Mythri said I needed a pass.”

“I’ll get you signed up, right this way.” Hassan leads me to the front desk where he lays out a sheet of paper that I sign a dozen times. He then writes his name on a small piece of paper and hands it to me. “Sign that and you’re in.”

I look over the little card which bears the university sigil. “What do I do with it?” I ask.

“When you want to check out books, we hold your card and write down the names of the books you check out. Once you return the books you get your card back and you can check out more.” Hassan says with a smile.

I quickly sign my name. “Is there a limit?” 

“Usually we suggest no more than three at a time,” Hassan answers.

“Only three?” I balk.

Hassan stares at me then laughs. “How many would you want then?”

I spin around and sprawl my arms out open wide. “All of them!”

“Oh no, you’re trouble,” Hassan chuckles. “Then again, my mother is the same way.” He takes a buggy from behind the desk and I follow him as he places books back on the shelf. 

“So you’re the son of King Sharif?” I ask. I grab a book and look it over, placing it on the cart as Hassan returns one. 

“You know of my father?” Hassan chuckles.

“When your father became king our dad actively sought out trade with him,” I answer. “I remember how nice he smelled. But it’s because of him we now have Jalapeno plants running wild all over our castle.”

Hassan  chuckles. “How does that happen?”

I shake my head. “The cooks never knew how to dispose of the seeds properly, so when they cook they toss them wherever and since then it’s just become a tradition for the staff to plant them in the weirdest of places.”

By the time Hassan has unfilled the cart I have filled it back up with books that have piqued my interest.

“And what do you plan to do with so many books?” Hassan laughs.

“Read them,” I answer. “Hopefully, before we have to leave again.” I frown as I look over a book. I crack it open and place my nose inside the crease. 

Hassan eyes me curiously and then he breaks into a big smile. “I thought I was the only one who did that.”

My heart skips a beat at his smile and for a moment I take it as indigestion. I end up staying in the library for a great chunk of the day. It isn’t until Hassan comes to find me that I realize how much time has passed.

“Arlan is going to kill me!” I yawn and shake my head. 

“Then does it matter how much later you stay out?” Hassan ask.

I glance up at him. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a wonderful food court on campus, they’re open all night for the students. I haven’t eaten yet and I doubt you have,” Hassan chuckles.

I lay my hand over my belly as it grumbles. “You’re very right. I suppose an hour or so more won’t make him any madder at me.”

“Do you mind if I ask what brings you and your brother here?” Hassan looks down at me. “It seems like with everything going on, you’d be staying in Ophirin as much as possible.”

I sigh and shake my head. “Lady Bianca asked us to come, but my brother has his own reasons as well. He needs help from the Rakshasa, or anyone really.” I follow Hassan into a building. “He needs men.”

“How much more could he need?” Hassan asks.

“Lots and lots!” I grumble. “It’s a lot to discuss, but there are still those in Ophirin who aren’t happy Alexander gave the lands of House Swaene and House Scheer to Arlan as he did.”

“I see,” Hassan murmurs. We walk up to a counter where Hassan then orders a meal for both of us. Trays are laid out on the counter and filled to the brim with hefty amounts of food. We then sit down at a table.

“I’m surprised anyone in Ophirin would want to go to war again so soon,” Hassan replies.

I shrug. “Yeah, well, people are assholes.” I start to eat and find it impossibly hard to stop. Everything tastes so good and I was much hungrier than I thought. 

For the next few days Arlan has talks with Amit and Himank over his plans and what is happening in Ophirin. Meanwhile I go and visit the library every day. I talk with Hassan more and more, finding myself actually liking him.

For a while, I have to deal with meetings and delegations, assisting my brother in all the courtly drama we came here for. This is not my sort of thing, in fact I find them boring, but I know Arlan has been stressed out of his mind trying to take care of everything, so I have tried my hardest to stand tall beside him. But I so miss the library and Hassan. In fact, I think I am missing Hassan even more than any book I could get my hands on. 

One evening I finally return the books to the library, but I do not find Hassan there. I try to search for him down in the library, but to no avail. I leave without even checking out any new books and as I head back to my quarters in the palace I find Hassan standing outside my door.

“What are you doing here?” I smile as I run up to him.

“I uh-” Hassan ducks his head down. “Chiyo told me to come find you here.”

I furrow my brow. “Chiyo?”

“I need to tell you something,” Hassan gasps. “And I know you’re leaving to go home soon, but I-” he looks at me and my heart skips a beat again. “I would really like you to stay,” he swallows, “and join the university!”

“What?” I chuckle.

“I think you really fit in and you really love the library.” Hassan looks at me and his tail shivers behind him. “I don’t want you to go when you have so much here that would benefit you and your family.”

“As much as I would like to do that I don’t know,” I shake my head. “My brother seems to think I have to marry to secure our family’s position.”

Hassan’s expression is pained and he looks away. “Oh,” he whispers. “So you’re betrothed?”

I shake my head. “Oh, oh gosh no!” I gasp. “Not yet! I mean, I hope not,” I laugh. “I’m not-” I shake my head and close my mouth. “No, I’m not.”

Hassan shoulders slouch. “Oh, good,” he sighs.

“Good?” I step closer to him. “How so?”

“You can stay at the University, I mean, if you think you can.” Hassan looks at me. “And I could-”

“Could?”

Hassan and I kiss before I even realize it’s what I wanted. I grab hold of his arms and pull him into my room, nearly falling as we continue the kiss.

“Wait, wait,” I gasp and push against him. “We shouldn’t right? This is all to-” I kiss him again, unable to keep my hands off him. I’ve never felt this draw, this connection before.

“We should stop right?” Hassan pants. “We should talk this through right?”

I nod and cup my cheek in my hand. “Yeah we should.” I gaze at him with longing. “I’ve never-” I dart my eyes around. “Well, you see I’m-” I grunt as I can’t get my thoughts straight. “It’s never been something I wanted until-” Hassan kisses me and I melt into his embrace. “You smell like books,” I whimper.

Hassan hugs me tight. “Would you ever consider me?” He whimpers. “I mean, you said you don’t usually think about those things. But...for me…”

I smile up at him. “You’re my first kiss, I’ve already considered it.”

We make our plans in secret over the next few days. We steal kisses in the library and discuss how to broach the subject with Arlan. After a while, we plan a meeting with him and Mythri and Chiyo present. 

“I want to marry your sister,” Hassan announces.

Arlan stares at him for a long moment. “You do?” He asks. “Really?” he breaks into a smile. “That’s amazing!”

Mythri looks confused then turns to Chiyo who has the smugest look on her face.

“I just have one request,” Hassan says. “I’m still in the University finishing my studies, I would like her to enroll as well so we can stay together.”

Arlan’s smile turns into a serious expression. “If I agree to this, I want us to be allies,” he replies. “Would you be able to help us should we ever be in peril.”

Hassan looks scared and he looks to me for assistance. “Military,” I whisper to him.

“Oh, that yes!” He gasps.

Arlan breaks into a big grin. “Then welcome to the family!”

It had gone better than anticipated, and that evening Arlan insisted on celebrating. He got extremely drunk and Hisede had to drag him off. Hassan took me to the library to show me it at night. The light of the moon made the blue glass glow and everything inside looked like it was from a distant dream.

Hassan and I have no reason to hide, so as we go down the aisle, we start to kiss. The heat between us grows unbearable and soon we’re both unclothed and lying on the ground. I gasp and moan, feeling sensations I’ve never felt before. I ache between my legs and it feels like only Hassan’s touch can make me feel better.

“I’ll take care of you,” he purrs to my skin. “Relax.” he kisses and licks down my body, nuzzling his black nose to the hair on my mound. 

“Hassan,” I whimper. 

Hassan’s tongue pushes between my folds and I lose my breath for a moment. He purrs against me, vibrating through my body and pulling a power from within I had never felt. His eyes flick up to me, staring deep into my soul as his tongue pushes inside me. His paws stroke up my body, grasping my breasts and petting me lovingly. His nose ruts against my sensitive clit and soon my legs are shaking and spasming. My body is wracked with a powerful overflow of sensations. I cry out and arch my back on the floor. When he pulls away his face is wet and dripping, which he licks up eagerly.

“I’m sorry,” I pant. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Exactly what should have.” he lays down beside me, cradling me to his warm, soft body. “Did you enjoy it.”

I nod shakily. “I did. A lot.”

He rubs his paw down my body. “I’m glad. I wanted you to feel good.”

“What about you?” I look up dreamily at him. 

“What about me?” Hassan chuckles as he licks my neck.

I gulp down a breath and reach between us, stroking his cock in my hand. “This,” I whisper.

“You’re shaking,” he coaxes me. “We don’t have to do this now.”

I snuggle my back to his chest and guide his shaft between my thighs. I rub him there, letting my thighs squeeze around him as my wet slit rubs to the top. “It’s ok,” I moan.

Hassan snarls, grabbing my hips as the tip starts to slip inside. I whimper as he wraps his arms tight around me. Inside me he’s so big and I ache a little, but the more he moves the better it begins to feel. We both breathe heavy and grunt, our impassioned sounds echo off the books and mingle in the moonlight. I kiss him and hold him, grabbing onto him desperately. His body shivers and his tail twitches up my side. My legs shake and the same overflow crashes over me. Hassan roars and trembles. Inside me there is another overflow.

Hassan lays his body on mine, purring tranquilly as our bodies melt together. I giggle and pet down his back. “Better?”

“Oh much better,” he sighs. “You?” He sits up to look me over. “You’re not hurting anywhere are you? It was your first time, did it hurt?”

“Only because you’re pretty big,” I giggle. “Other than that, I felt really good.”

Hassan sighs and flops back down. “Good,” he then smiles. “Once we’re married I promise to always treat you this tender.”

I roll into his chest. “Will you build me a library?”

“If that is what you want, I will build you dozens.” He kisses the top of my head. 

“I only need one,” I murmur. “The one for us.” I hold his hand and kiss him. “Do you think your parents will like me?”

Hassan chuckles. “Are you kidding? My mom is going to love you! If my mom likes you then you won’t need to worry about my dad.” He sighs. “I was so worried today. Your brother seemed like the type who wouldn’t accept.”

“You’re a prince,” I murmur. “A much better match than any of those rotting houses in Ophirin.” I kiss his neck and chest. “You were his missing puzzle piece.”

Hassan kisses my forehead. “As long as I have you, I’m glad to be anything.”

I look up at the ceiling and take in a deep breath. “You know, it’s funny, I think Chiyo planned all this.”

“Chiyo?” Hassan scoffs. “But she isn’t the matchmaker, that’s Mythri.”

“I dunno, I think it was Chiyo this time.” I smirk. “Mythri may be out of a job.”