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Rakshasa Boyfriend: Alphonse (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-01-20 21:01:00 +0000 UTCI wasn’t raised in Rakshasa Country, while I had been born there, my father traveled often as a dignitary, and my mother was from Charbagne, where I spent most of my time. My mother was the head of the kitchen for the Charbagne royal palace. From her, I learned the trade and eventually took over the kitchen from her. When my father became ill though, we decided as a family to move back to his homeland in Rakshasa Country. Through my connections, I got a job in the royal palace. Unfortunately, I was the bottom rung in the hierarchy of the kitchen there, so until I earned my place, I was given some of the more menial kitchen jobs.
This was fine, at least my dad was getting taken care of, and the royal palace here was so much different than back home in Charbagne. There was a more relaxed air to this place, and since the Queen herself had once been of the common people, there felt a more familiar presence amongst the staff. Mythri visited the kitchen, often with her children in tow. She felt it was best the children saw how everything in the palace worked, including the people. It was strange compared to the more pompous overtones in Charbagne.
One of the things here I quite like is the staff dinner that takes place before the royal family is served. Most of the staff comes together to eat a large meal, so everyone gets a chance to meet and know one another. I’ve been sitting near the maid staff lately, and I’ve gotten quite chummy with them. I’ve often found myself sitting next to you, and while you are quiet, there is a charm to you that I find endearing.
You’ve said so yourself you’re very shy, but you were very welcoming when I first came to sit at the table. You were the one who made room for me, and you seemed to save me a seat each time at dinner. Although, you were a lady of very few words, your expressions and charm did enough talking. You were distantly related to the Rakshasa, so while you look almost entirely human, you had dark stripes on your skin, and had pointed ears that were velvety. I can only confess this to myself right now, but I have grown a mighty sized crush upon you. I have yet to gather up the nerve to tell you my feelings, as right now, I have been trying to get used to my new job and home.
“How long have you worked at the palace?” I ask one day.
You’re sipping your tea gingerly. It’s hot out so the tea has been served chilled and with little frozen lemon wedges. “I can remember when Mythri was a maid here,” you answer softly. “She helped train me, actually.”
I lean onto the table. “That must be strange, seeing one of your own become the queen.”
“If it were to happen to anyone I’m not surprised it was her,” you set your cup down and wipe your hands on your apron. “But you’ve worked in Charbagne, I’ve heard it’s beautiful there.”
“It is. But it’s a different sort of beautiful,” I say with a smile. “The mountains and the snow it gets, you can’t compare that to here in Rakshasa Country, with all the colors and liveliness.”
“I’ve actually never seen snow,” you chuckle shyly. “I’ve lived here all my life!”
My eyes go wide. “Never really? Well you have to go and visit one day!”
A sad look comes over your face, but you maintain that same shy smile. “I’d like to. But there is no way someone like me could ever hope to one day see the other side of the world.”
It made me sad to hear that, but I suppose it is true. I was lucky to be born to an affluent family. Even if I was staff here at the castle, I was certainly more privileged than most of my coworkers. Maybe that’s why they’ve been giving me such a hard time in the kitchen. Things have been getting better though, and my skills are being put to use in making confections and desserts.
One day, I’m getting a tray ready to be delivered to Mythri’s afternoon tea. She has guests over so I have made something special. As I’m taking it to the sunroom where she has it, I come across a scene just outside the kitchen. You’re standing with your back to the wall while someone I don’t know is talking to you. He seems to have you blocked and while you’re trying to pay attention to him, you look a little frightened. He seems to be paying no mind, just talking and inching ever closer.
“There you are,” I call over to you. Your head pops up and a look of relief washes over it. “We are going to be late,” I add.
“Alphonse,” you whisper.
The man looks towards me with a frown. “Can you take care of it? We were having a wonderful conversation.”
Your smile fades again and you look down at your feet.
I grimace as he turns away from me. “I’d really like for her to come along.”
He waves his hand back at me, which really causes my blood to boil. How dare me be so dismissive towards me. I leave the tray and go over. “I’m sorry sir, but she’s my girlfriend and she made a promise to help me set up this tea ceremony.”
Your eyes widen and you look at me like I am crazy. He turns, glaring at me down his nose. “She didn’t mention she was betrothed.”
“Did you ask her?” I tilt my head to the side. I know I have dug my own grave with this one, but I couldn’t go on seeing her looking so uncomfortable, and besides, this will only be a rouse until he leaves.
You slip away from him and come to my side, taking my arm in your hands. “Excuse me, sir, but I did promise him I would help. I owe him a big favor.” She looks up at me with a smile and my heart skips a beat.
The man sneers and walks away with not so much a word. You sigh heavily, pressing your forehead to my arm. “You’re a lifesaver!”
I take hold of your hand as we walk back to the cart. “I’m really sorry I went that far. You seemed so uncomfortable and I just reacted. I really am sorry if that frightened you.”
“For a second!” You giggle. “But then I saw his face. You have nothing to apologize for. You really saved me.”
I push the tray of sweets and you walk beside me. “What was he talking to you about? You seemed so upset.”
You sigh, seemingly relieved by still unnerved. “He arrived with Queen Mythri’s guests yesterday, and ever since I cleaned his room he’s been following me around. He’s someone who counts money or something, I’m not sure. But he had me cornered then talking about all the royals he’s worked with, how much money he’s been in charge of. He was explaining to me the proper way to fold sheets too.” I grimace and you nod. “I know! I’m pretty sure he just likes the sound of his own voice.”
The sunroom is opened as we go inside. You help me set up the table for sweets and food, folding napkins so they look like roses.
“That’s so amazing, how do you do that?” I ask.
You look up at me and smile. “It’s easy, it’s mainly just rolling it.” She shows me in detail how she folds the napkin roses. “Maybe we can fold all of the napkins for our wedding, fiance,” you say teasingly.
“Oh!”
We both turn around to see Mythri coming in the door holding a bouquet of flowers. The shocked but starry eyed look on her face tells me she heard everything.
“Your majesty!” My voice cracks.
“I’m sorry,” she says with a smile. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop at all. I was just coming in to set up the flowers.”
“I uh-” You look positively red in the face from embarrassment. “Queen Mythri, please don’t-”
“I won’t say a word,” she says quietly. “But I must confess I am so happy for you both!”
Oh no! This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“If the two of you need help at all planning, please ask me! I so love weddings. And I have known you since you were so young!” She says to you. “It would be my honor to help you two plan your nuptials! Especially since your father is such a good friend of Amit’s.”
“But your majesty-” I try to sputter out.
Mythri taps her finger to her lips. “I know. Hush, hush. I won’t say a word about it until you two are ready. There must be a reason for the surprise.”
I look to you in desperation and you look back at Mythri. “My mother! She doesn’t like chefs!” You then look at me petrified.
“Goodness, what a strange thing,” Mythri says with furrowed brow. “But I can understand that. Amit’s mother did not like me at all when we first met. It’s important to impress the mother, because with her the father and the rest of the family should follow.”
“Right!” You squeak.
Mythri sets the flowers and then samples one of my confections. “I’ll keep your secret,” she says with a wink. “If you both need any help at all, especially with mother, I would love to offer a hand.” She waves as she leaves the room.
“I panicked!” You whisper at me. “I’m sorry! I felt so bad telling her the truth.”
“Well,” I huff. “Maybe that is the worse it will get. We can always explain it to her later. It’s okay. You were still bothered by that guy, it’s okay.”
You slap your hands over your face. “I’m so stupid!”
“No,” I scold. “You reacted. I did the same thing in the hall. It’s okay.”
You peek at me through your fingers, pouting slightly. “Okay,” you breathe. “I’m sure if anyone else did hear that they wouldn’t believe it.”
I frown at you. “What do you mean?”
“You’re such a handsome and talented guy, you could marry anybody you wanted.” You look up at me and smile sadly. “I bet you had lots of girls pining over you in Charbagne.”
This breaks my heart, you’re so cute and sweet you deserve to marry a king yourself. You deserve to know that too. “I would be extremely lucky if you were my fiance. Sure, I may have had girls pining, but I didn’t want to marry any of them.”
Your cheeks turn dark and you glance away from me. “You don’t have to keep lying to make me happy.”
“I mean it! I would marry you right now if you liked me at all.”
You’re silent as you walk beside me.
I clear my throat. “Well, I mean, you are my fiance,” I chuckle. “So you are.”
You look back at me and smile. “You have to be quiet. What if someone else hears you?” You start to giggle.
“Nothing can stop true love!” I say dramatically and both of us start to laugh.
I think nothing of it after that, we can always explain away the lie to Queen Mythri after all. She would understand the situation. But the next day, as I head into the kitchen, I see some of the others standing around whispering.
“What’s up for today?” I ask. I go to my station and start sharpening my knife.
They all turn and look at me. “When were you going to tell us you got engaged?”
I nearly slice off my knuckle. “Where did you hear that?”
“The whole staff is talking about! Someone heard you and your fiance talking in the hall yesterday! Why did you want to keep this secret from us?”
The little fib had grown out of control. Now everyone in the palace had heard about it. I hadn’t even told you that I had feelings for you, and now, somehow, the entire royal palace was ready to celebrate our engagement.
That afternoon I left the kitchen early to find you, hoping you were not mortified by people spreading the rumor. I finally find you alone, sitting outside and crying.
“Are you okay?” I rush up beside you.
You look up at me with big watery eyes and the saddest pout I have ever seen. “Please don’t hate me. I didn’t know what to do.”
“Whoa, what?” I take the edge of my apron and wipe off your face. “I came to make sure you didn’t hate me! Someone-”
You whimper and nod. “Someone overheard us, I know. My boss asked me about it, and she started questioning me about you. That guy from yesterday had complained and said you tried to assault him. I didn’t want to get you in trouble so I said we were engaged.”
I sigh heavily and sit down on the wall around the fish pond. “That guy again,” I grumble.
“I don’t want you thinking I’m creepy or trying to use this to my advantage. I just was scared if I said something else, you’d get hurt or worse!” More tears spring to your eyes.
“I’m sorry it went this far. I should have just told that guy to leave you alone.” I put my hand around your face. “It’s okay, don’t cry.”
You lean into my palm and sniffle more.
I pull you into my arms and hug you, letting you cry onto my chest. “You know, it’s funny,” I sigh. “I’ve been too chicken to admit I like you and now, everyone thinks we’re getting married.”
You look up at me in disbelief. “What?”
I smile apologetically at her. “I do like you. I think you’re cute and sweet, and whenever I want to talk to you, I just get nervous and tongue tied.”
You rub at your eyes. “You’re just saying that.”
“I am saying it, I mean it too.”
You look at me, eyes puffy from crying, nose red, and your lashes glittering with tears. “I like you too,” you say as quietly as possible.
“You’re just saying that,” I tease.
You finally smile. “I mean it.”
I kiss the tip of your nose. “Glad to know that before we get married.”
You fall against my chest again, buying our face there. “Don’t say that! People will really start to believe it.”
I rub you back as I hold you. “We’ll explain ourselves. We’ll have to come clean about it eventually.”
“It’s gone so far now, and I don’t want you getting in trouble with that guy.” You look up at me with wide eyes.
I brush your hair aside, seeing the black stripes along your scalp. “If I have to quit, I’ll quit. But surely, if Mythri hears our side, she’ll understand.” I sigh heavily. “It’s my fault, I should take responsibility for this.”
“I helped spread it farther, it’s just as much my fault.” You smile up shyly at me. “So, you really like me?”
I chuckle and nod. “I really do.” My heart is pounding so fast, I feel so enthralled to have finally said it to you.
“Maybe after we break off our engagement, we could go to this tea room outside the palace, Alphonse.”
“A nice way to celebrate,” I chuckle.
That evening as I’m cleaning up the kitchen, almost everyone has gone. It’s my job to mop at the end of the day, which is fine, it’s quiet and I enjoy the solitude. I’m nearly done when the kitchen doors open. I turn to look and I’m struck in the jaw. Knocked back onto the floor, I’m kicked, unable to see my assailant right away.
I look up, seeing that asshole from the hallway. He smirks down at me, like he’s done something so great. “Congratulations on your engagement.”
“What is wrong with you?” I snarl. I stand up before him and hold my jaw where he hit me. “I didn’t do a thing to you.”
“I had that girl in the palm of my hand, then you had to go and embarrass me.” He pops his knuckles. “I’ve been telling everyone how I’m going to woo that girl over before I leave. Now, I look like an ass.”
“You did that to yourself,” I growl. “Not me. You were making her uncomfortable.”
“Only because she wanted me and she didn’t want you, of all people catching us. I never get this wrong.” He taps his nose. “I’m like a bloodhound with these things.”
I grimace down at him, staving off my desire to hit him. “Then take your nose off the trail, sir.” I try to walk away from him, but he steps in front of me. “I’m not doing this with you.”
“Yeah, you best not.”
I am literally surrounded by knives and sharp objects, is he serious? I try again to step away from him and he gets in my path again. “This is childish.” I grab his whole head in my palm and shove him aside onto the ground and keep walking. I leave the kitchen, heading up the hallway to go to my quarters. I fear he make act cowardly, and that will either turn out in one of two ways. One, he will cry that I assaulted him, which granted, I did shove him. But I have my side of the story to tell. The other option makes my guts churn, but I fear he will act out upon you. I go to the main quarters and find you’ve already been sent to his room.
I run down the halls to catch up with you, hoping I will be able to get to you before he does. I come upon you in the hall and grab your hand. “Stop, don’t go in there.”
“What’s wrong?” You gasp.
“Just-” I pull you along. “Come with me, just stay with me.”
You look back then hold my hand in return. I tell you about him confronting me in the kitchen, and about my fears. You tell me you’re grateful, and for the night, we go outside the palace walls. You take me to the tea room, and together, we share a booth and a pot of rich tea heavily spiced with cinnamon.
“I fear you’ll get in trouble,” you say.
“I’m not worried about me,” I confess. “It’s you I worry for.”
You sit close to me in the warm, cozy booth. “I don’t want to see you leave the palace. I like having you around. I like seeing you.”
I kiss the top of your head. “I seeing you too.”
You look up at me, tilting your chin. I close my eyes, kissing you softly until your hand touches my cheek. I deepen the kiss, placing my hands on your arms and moving them down. Your hand tugs upon my shirt and then you giggle softly.
“What?”
“Your whiskers tickle, Alphonse,” you say with a smile.
I kiss your cheek. “You’ll have to grow used to that.”
It’s dark and starry out when we leave the tea room. There’s a chill in the air, one that reminds me of the breezes in Charbagne. You gaze up at the stars then turn and look back at me. “I’m not ready to go back yet.”
I kiss your forehead. “I don’t want them to think I am running. Is there somewhere you can stay here until he is gone?”
“My mother lives near here,” you say. “But I don’t want you to go back there alone.”
“I don’t care what he does to me,” I whisper. “I don’t want him touching you or looking at you. I can handle myself, but if anything happened to you, I would lose it.”
You pull me down and kiss me. “My mother lives near the market. She does fortune readings. You should be able to find her.”
“Go on then,” I whisper. “Stay there for now. If anything happens, I’ll come for you.”
I go back to the palace, heading to my room where I wait until morning. I go about my duties like always until around noon when I get taken in by a palace guard. I’m taken down to the barracks and held there. I knew he’d be cowardly and stupid, but at least he’s taking it out on me. Later in the evening, I’m brough to Amit’s presence. He’s a scary guy even if he wasn’t king. I tell him my side of the story, everything to the last detail. How I faked the engagement these past weeks while he was here to protect you from his advances. How he tried to fight me in the kitchen. Amit listened, taking it all in with grace.
“Thank you for your honesty, Alphonse. I have to take this seriously, as the son of dignitary, you know this.” Amit replies cooly.
I nod. “Of course.”
Amit sighs heavily. “There’s no reason for you to be in the barracks though. Go back to your quarters, gather your things, and go to your parents’ home until this is sorted. I’ll send someone to bring you both back once I have dealt with the matter.”
“I would rather stay here, sir.”
“I would rather you didn’t. I would rather pretend you’re in the cells downstairs so I can get rid of this headache,” he grumbles.
My ears perk up. “Sir?”
“These visiting dignitaries,” he growls. “Never you mind. Do what I said.” He points to the door. “Go now so I can say you’ve been locked up.”
I nod. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”
I do as he asked, heading to my parents home. But I stop and before I go inside I turn and go searching for the market. I ask for the fortune teller’s house and I am directed to a building where there is a bright pin flag hanging out front. I go inside where the air is thick with incense smoke. The walls are decorated bright pink and curtains are hung all around the windows to make the room dim.
“Come in young man,” a woman chants. “I was expecting you.”
I turn and see a woman with stripes like yours. “I’m looking for-”
“I know exactly what you are looking for!” She takes my hand and leads me to a table. “Come now! I will help you find what you are seeking.”
“I know you can. If you’ll just let me-” For someone so small she easily forces me into a chair.
She then claps her hands and calls your name. “Bring the tea leaves!” She sits down across from me and pops he knuckles. “Now, lets see, a handsome young man like you. The tea leave will speak freely.”
“No, ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’m actually looking for.”
“Alphonse!” You yelp as you step into the room.
Your mother looks at me. “The cook boy?”
“Mama! This is who I was telling you about.” You run up to me and hug my neck. “I was so scared!”
“It’s alright, Amit has sent me to the jail cells,” I say with a laugh. You stare at me confused. “I think he understands what going on.”
Your mother stands. “I’ll leave you two be. I have a card game with the neighbors anyways.” She gets up and leaves and you kiss me.
“I’m so glad you’re here. Let’s get out of this incense.” You tug on my hand and take me to the back where your room is. “What happened?”
“Amit told me to leave and stay with my parents until these dignitaries leave. I think they’re getting on his last nerve, but I’m not certain.” I kiss you softly. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I went home.”
“I’m glad you did, Mother’s fortunes kept changing over and over,” she sighs. “She’s good at bluffing at least.”
I kiss your forehead. “I told Amit everything, so I’m sure people will know the engagement is fake.”
“That’s good, I suppose,” you sigh.
I smooth my thumb over your cheek. “You sound disappointed.”
“Being betrothed to someone like you would be any girl’s dream,” you speak softly. “I’m embarrassed to say how much I did enjoy playing your fiance.”
“Wasn’t bad while it lasted. But you know, being with you is a dream all it’s own.”
You look at me with starry eyes and I have to kiss you. That sweet expression made my heart leap and my body react. You kiss me in return, tugging on my shirt until one of the buttons rips off.
“I’m sorry!” You gasp. Your eyes then linger on my bare chest. “Really sorry,” you giggle as you look away.
“I didn’t know you were so rough,” I tease. “For someone who looks so small and soft,” I moan into your ear.
You shiver. “Alphonse.”
I nip your ear and you tug my shirt again as a pleasured cry escapes your lips. “My ears-” you whimper. “They’re sensitive.”
I kiss and bite again. “I’ll stop if you want.”
“Alphonse,” you shudder. I lick and you press closer to me. “No, I like it.”
I put my hands around your soft waist and nibble your ear, feeling your shiver from tip to toe. You look up at me with a heady gaze and my mouth goes dry.
“Are you sensitive anywhere?” You ask coyly.
I try to swallow but my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. “Couple of places,” I say breathlessly. “Would you like me to show you?”
You climb into my lap, kissing me eagerly. “Yes please.”
I lay you down on the bed and stand up, undress while you watch in gleeful anticipation. I then sit back down beside you, guiding your hand to my side. “Here,” I whisper. I then place your hand above my tail. “And here.”
You caress down my side, watching my expression as I begin to melt. You kiss my bare chest and move closer to me. You kiss down my side as you hand moves and you scratch the base of my tail.
“Ah!” I cry out in pleasure.
You smile excitedly, touching more and kissing my body until I have to push your hand away. “You’re riling me up.”
You look into my lap with a smirk. “Sorry. I can stop if we need to.” You sit back on the bed and put your hands in your lap. Your eyes keep flicking to the bulge in my pants.
I clear my throat. “If you want to stop.”
You shyly shake your head. “I liked where things were going.”
I breathe raggedly, but I lick my chops and move in on you. I push you down upon the bed, kissing you hungrily as I paw off your clothes. You’re so small and plump, it makes me feel okay about my own belly. I kiss down your soft skin, along your stripes and stretch marks.
“Alphonse,” you chirp.
“Yes?” I look into your eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
You look down and press your foot against the bulge in my pants. “Must be comfortable like that.”
I kiss you hungrily. “A little. Do you mind if I let it out?”
You shake your head and giggle.
I strip off my pants, kicking them aside. Next thing I know, your hand is wrapped around me. I moan desperately, rutting to your palm as you touch.
“It’s really warm,” you whisper.
“It’s happy to meet you.”
You laugh and squeeze gently. “It feels nice. Can I lick it?”
My ears perk up in excitement and my tail begins to wag. “Do you want to?”
“Just a little.” You rise up as I sit down and you smooths your palms over my thighs. My cock bobs happily as you gaze at it. Dipping down, you kiss the tip then dart your tongue over it. Your mouth is warm and soft, I close my eyes as you take your time exploring. I moan your name out loud as you take me between your lips, suckling softly. You then lift up and stroke my chest.
“Alphonse?”
I look at you, seeing that pleading look in your eyes. I pull you into my lap and hold your hips in my hands. “I’ll go slow, okay?”
You nod. “I trust you.”
I slowly ease you down upon me, and I could melt from your warmth. I growl into your ears until it become sweet purrs. You bury your face against my neck, gasping sweetly for breath as you take me inside. You squeeze tight around me with your inner walls, I almost lose my breath the sensation is so sweet. I take my time to savor, and I slowly begin to move you, guiding you up and down.
“How do you feel?” I whisper.
“Like I’ll burst,” you pant.
I kiss you, laying you back down upon the bed. I slowly move, enjoying my time with you. I take my time, never wasting a second. I feel you coil and breathe around me. You body shudders and your voice cracks, and until the very last moment, I enjoy everything.
When I wake, I feel weak but sated, and seeing you sleeping beside me fills me with joy. I watch you sleep, excited to start the day with you. We may not be betrothed, but I have a feeling we will be again, for real, in our futures.
You wake and smile at me, looking ahy all of a sudden. “Good morning,” you giggle.
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
She curls up to me and kisses me. “I was too exhausted to notice. You really tired me out last night.”
“Happy to,” I whisper. “Anytime you desire.”
You scratch the base of my tail. “Same to you.”
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Chelsea Norris
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh it's so good. The fake dating trope is dearly beloved.
