Rajara History
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The will to protect someone.
How sweet the fountain of its depths is to drink of. Within it are the beliefs that you can overcome odds and do what is right to protect the things that matter the most to you. In it you find the strength of conviction to be more than you are, greater than you can imagine and do whatever it takes to instill your own sense of justice into those who oppose you. But oh how often it becomes too easy to find oneself drunk off of those beliefs and turn what was once something positive and hopeful into something tyrannical and unforgiving.
The world below was always going to be filled with fools who wanted the power to do what they felt is right to met out their own goals. However, the price of that power is often the soul of the person in question and even their mind. What may have been pure and chase might easily become nothing more than a delusion of grandeur that turns men into beasts. How often are stories told of triumphant kings who fall into madness, of leaders who poison the very people that rely on them for comfort and protection and of the innocent ideals that are blackened with stains of cruelty and selfishness? And yet, the story is told again and again until the end of time, only changing the persons involved and the circumstances, but never the outcomes.
Cold eyes watched the world below as the rain pelted the grey streets of the city with a sense of disdain and yet a flash of absolution. How long had it been since those eyes knew the warmth of compassion and of human kindness born from love and acceptance? Too long ago to remember in full, yet always haunted by the memory of a time when things had been different. An expanse of wings flapped beads of moisture away as the figure above watched a nightly scene go about beneath the land belonging to him.
A woman screamed.
A man pulled out a knife.
There was a struggle and then there was the scent of blood filling the rain soaked air.
A hunger rippled through him, dark and predatory while glaring eyes watched as fangs of ivory glinted between feline lips.
A shuffled and some movement later, the form of the watching predator swoop through the sky and dove down through the shadows.
The mugger wouldn't ever be sure what hit him, his life coming to end too soon to really make it a difference, but in the seconds before the lady of death crept up and seized him in her unforgiving grasp, something else took him by the neck and broken him a like straw doll without a thought nor care. The sickening sound of bone and cartilage popping made the rats run away in fear, the crimson lines that ran down onto the concrete puddle for seconds before being washed away, but the gut wrenching sound of flesh tearing into itself would linger for minutes before everything returned to silence.
The rain pattered on as the proud creature of the shadows tossed away its kill. Bored with its nightly amusement already, the being in question would walk over and look down at the empty eyes of a mother who had chosen the wrong street to walk down tonight and for a moment a ghost called compassion would past over ruby depths before flicker out like a snuffed candle flame. The dark form walked over to heartbroken woman and in a rare show of mercy would close her eyes and let know the blessing of sleep before walking backwards into the darkness and then climbing up the walls of the building with claws puncturing brick and stone.
Home was a foreign concept to Rajara. The only place he knew of safety was an empty room in an abandoned building that he confiscated for himself.
Long since had passed for the code for demolition to come and tear down the decrepit old structure, no one in their right mind dared to come near after finding foremen strewn about in warning to all who approached. The city had sent guards and police to come and apprehend the perpetrator of these vicious acts, only to have them befuddled as to why they could never find anyone, nor go into certain rooms where door refused to unlock and tools refused to work right in opening said barriers to their investigations. Some said it was haunted and more than enough agreed that it was better to let sleeping dogs lie when a priest had fallen from a heart attack while praying to God for deliverance from whatever evil lay inside. Deciding to ere on the side of intelligence, the building was quarantined and no one was allowed near the place, as if anyone would dare to come near even in the most drunken of stupors.
For Raj though, he sat opened a window and crawled inside onto his plush carpeting before grunting and shaking himself like the feline he was. Mane dripping wet and tail sagging to the floor, the demonic lion grunted before rising and then stretching up to his full height to display himself for no one to see. The runes on his glowed brightly with wicked red flames as the radiated the power within himself and soon a hellish heat wafted throughout the room, making steam rise up off of his body as moisture was licked away into oblivion. Growling to himself once he was dry, the blackish-gray feline sauntered over to his only couch and then plopped down before laying back and looking up into the empty ceiling above.
Thoughts whirled inside of his head as he thought about the humans who had met death that night and a tight tugging at his chest made his lips twitch in annoyance as he growled and grumbled to himself. The fleeting, if not subdued feelings of pity and despair would always bother him, even after all this time, as he wondered about his course of actions on this night. There was nothing to say though and even less to reconsider as he knew that the mugger had to die for poaching from those on his patch. The man had been a slight annoyance before, Raj having watched him time and again bothering others for their valuables without claiming his life for his arrogance at disrupting the fragile harmony of his city, but ending that woman's life tonight had sealed the contract for his life and the hell sent feline always collected in full of debts varnished in blood to him.
However, he reached up to rub his face as the vision of the woman's eyes shone through the dark corners of his mind's eye. They had been sapphire blue. The kind you see from models on TV. And they had been so wide and expressive even in the death. They made him think about someone he knew in another life when he had been another person, but it was useless to contemplate it now.
She was gone and so was the problem at hand.
So why couldn't he just forget about the whole thing.
Turning his head to the side and seeing drying blood on the floor, Raj grunted and turned away before his wits came back to him. Walking over and looking down at the small pools, the lion could see his mirrored reflection from his better than perfect vision and watched the creature he had become before a memory swept him up and back to the past.
The year was indiscernible but the time had been warm with a cool breeze rushing past him. Rajara had been human once before, a young man that barely made it up to chest height of the towering frame he was now. He had been limping as he made his way to somewhere important to himself while shouldering his right arm and favoring his left foot. Not because it was severely injured but more because he had caused twofold damage onto someone else who he couldn't remember well enough. All Rajara was sure of was that the person had been hassling someone important enough to him to warrant him using more than a little force to make them see the error of their ways.
Brown hair was matted down with sweat while green eyes watched the world around him, and the wary eyes of other people gawking at him as if he were some kind of wild animal as he walked passed them as best he could. Grunting and finally getting down the street and to the local clinic, Raj had been immediately fawned over by someone who made warmth resonate in his chest as he let them lead him to a back room so that they could heal him. The hours flew by as he was doctored over, the face of the person now was so blurred from his mind that he couldn't even discern if they were male or female, he just remembered the feeling of...affection?...or rather deep concern radiating in waves from them with the fluidity of a heartbeat.
The person had berated him afterwards though, always getting in trouble and doing whatever he pleased. He had shouted back that he did what he wanted because he wanted to and didn't need their approval. The person had punched him in the stomach and made him clutch at himself to keep the bile from rushing up into his throat, but that didn't stop the righteous fire of indignation from burning in his emerald eyes at the feeling of betrayal. Rajara had collected him and then been pleaded with to stop what he was doing. That he was no better than the people he was fighting against, to which he had said that he had no regrets about his choice and that maybe if others could protect themselves then he wouldn't have to take such measures.
There was so much hurt and pain mixed together with the rest of those memories that he couldn't separate them but soon they faded away as he remembered walking out of the healing facility and back to someplace that had been home. Whether he had had family was always going to be something of mystery, Raj never thought about it at this rate, he rather wanted to forget them since he couldn't even go back to them if he wanted, which he didn't...not anymore. The days passed into weeks then. His violent tendencies built up so far after then; netting him a reputation for a brutal kind of justice that made the derelicts he despised both fear and show him respect at the same time from then on.
How odd would it have been then that he was stopped by the law after beating a particular piece of trash to the point and sentenced to go to a juvenile hall for his efforts? The day after he had been caught was the same one that things changed. Raj had two men in uniforms come from his home to be taken by them for fear that he would run away to escape from punishment when something in Rajara had broken and he had shown the world the depths of his will by beating the men with something he had grabbed in his hands when they had come for him. It may have been a bat he had grabbed or maybe even one of their own nightsticks, but whatever it was, the young human had trounced the two males, leaving them in quivering heaps before taking off from his home and not looking back.
His mind filled with a sick sense of disgust for the supposed form of justice in the world Raj had ran and ran as fast as he could. Making his way from his former home to a place his body was more than familiar with. His feet landed him some ways and onto the doorstep of the person who made warmth echo in his chest. That said person Rajara had told everything to and had embrace him within their body before breaking down and yelling out that life was both unfair and too complicated. That when doing right was something punishable that maybe he should do wrong and reap the greater benefits instead.
A shouting voice drilled against his ear and made argued with him that sometimes right and right now were things he should come to better grips with instead of blaming the world around him. Their voices cried between them for long minutes but soon there was nothing left and Raj gave up thinking for being numb to everything around him in return.
The day passed into night, he had stayed with that familiar person as they help him evade his pursuers, to which he is ever grateful before sleep and darkness claim him. It was during the darkest hour of that night that they came to him. Before he had seen them as fiends and demons, but now he would call them brothers as they walked through shadows and from the formless to the majestic as the dove from underneath the covers of his bed to crouch in readiness for whatever they had in store for him.
Shaking his mane and kneeling down to dip a finger into the stains, Rajara raised a single blood-soaked finger to his nose and caught the scent of the man he had killed before shaking his claw free and then sighing in disgust. The impure always smelled tainted and it made his stomach roll to think that so many of them existed in his patch. Rising back up and chuckling, Raj thought about the irony that at the end of things it was people like that that gave him reason enough to exist in the world and would always be there for him to punish, in his own special manner, forevermore.
Going back over to his couch and plopping back down onto his rear, the demonic feline spread his legs and let the red piece of cloth covering his genitals pull taunt against his unseen sex before growling a purr and thinking back to the time of his ascension. Rolling his shoulders and opening his muzzle wide into a yawn, Raj had to smirk as he thought about how much he had changed from before and how much hate had been in him when he had been so much different back them.
They had come in the form he was now, both tall, muscular, powerful leonine males who had eyes burning with hellfire and thoughts of corruption dancing in their heads like nymphs during solstice festivals. They had been simple and direct in their words; power for his innocence, something Raj doubted he had much of in the beginning, but he acquiesced once they promised him to leave the other person in the household alone. They both agreed, sharing distaste at the mere thought of going near someone they claimed was so 'pure' and protected, whatever that meant before pouncing on him.
The two were like savage animals as the tore at his only clothing, his red t-shirt getting raked into ribbons by impossibly sharp claws and his black shorts getting slashed apart in equal measure before he was surrounded by too much male flesh for his liking. Whether he had been straight or even bisexual before was a lost concept on Rajara as he was soon played with and then...he could admit it now...raped within an inch of his life. The demon spawn had said that blood and sex would be needed to mix together with their essence to give him the power he wanted and as the black lion thought back to it his feline cock rose up from underneath his loincloth to stand half full up against his abdomen while pulsing clear male spa onto his tawny fur.
The two demons had touched him all over, from his head down to his human penis while muttering something low underneath their breaths as if chanting to themselves. Raj thought back some more and remembered that they had paid extra attention to his forehead and to the top of his head as he could recall their claws running sharp lines over him and then drawing out crimson thick lines down his face. Raj had struggled some underneath the rising wave of pain that seemed to be taking over his body, maybe some primitive sense of self-preservation tried to convey to him the dangers of what he was in the middle of but by then it was useless. Wave upon wave of heat coursed through his body making droplets of moistures rise up from his tanned skin and then pain flared through him like a curse as the two leonine demons claws at his legs and arms as if trying to tear him apart.
Rajara gripped his three-fourths full cock at that point and began to stroke it heavily as he clawed away the red material on his groin to free his full breadth of maleness. His testicles hung full and heavy down in between his legs, almost rolling off the couch from their palm size alone while a grey and black sheath pooled down his length to reveal a ten inch piece of meat that was much more than a mouthful for any being. Rajara grunted as his tail whipped behind him while his wings spread out against the couch as he continued remembering the past.
When he was firmly bleeding onto the floor both demons had began to lick over his wounds with their broad tongues while murmuring more words that seemed incoherent to the young human. Though he might have been obstinate to admit it, his eyes had widened in awe, as like magic, his skin began to knit itself while strange tattoos drew unfamiliar lines across his wrists and ankles before spreading around. Raj had little time to admire them as one of the lionmen pulled themselves away to cock their head in curiosity before turning to face him directly and then plant their muzzle directly onto his face. A heavy tongue dripping with the flavor of metallic fluids on his palette took his mouth and owned it as that wide organ drilled down into his throat and slightly choked him. Raj tried to fight and squirm his way free but compared to the others he was nothing more than a stubborn cub who was flailing in vain against his elders.
Rajara of the present rubbed his cock hard while curling his other paw around his heavy sac and gripping it tight enough to cause him to hiss in pain. His wings twitched and a few feathers dropped beside him but the demon feline paid little attention to this as new ones grew in their place without his notice. Mane twisting around as he pulled his head back over the couch, Rajara growled loud and heavy into his chest as his pectorals rumbled from the force while his biceps flexed with knotted veins as black blood coursed through him like fire. He could barely stand it that he had to do this to himself rather than having someone else to worship him, especially since he was remembering the good parts now.
In the past, Raj was slowly coming under the spell of the two felines as he pressed back into the one kissing him while the other lapped down the course of his chest to get to his human prick and then nibbled at it with knife like fangs trapped in its maw. Rajara blanched at the fleeing and then pulled back to let out a human yelp before feeling red, hot shame color his face as both males laughed at his immaturity. Grumbling back at them in what would be his first growl, the young man reached up and snatched the face of his...lover?...or rather his dominant...into his lips again and brutally returned the shared lock of lips. The feline seemed to find the motion slightly disturbing but relented and let the human do what he pleased as his companion encircled the furless groin of the smaller male into his muzzle and suck on him. Rajara grunted and thrust his hips up into the other's maw and was rewarded by a raspy tongue running fully over his maleness and scrotum while biting down only hard enough to make the pain he was inflicting pleasurable. The human let out a pleasant rumble as he could feel himself getting ready to let loose his seed and right when the second feline was licking the underside of the head of his cock something snaked its way into his nether end and quickly stuck him onto the sharp end of wicked claw. Rajara howled at this as he felt something in him tear slightly, his anal walls were too dry to accept the invader easily and his body tightened up so painfully that when the demon's finger wedged up into him towards his prostate Raj cried out as he came into the leonine's sucking muzzle with a wail that was swallowed into the kiss he was sharing.
Rajara of the future was grunting now as he stroked himself harder and harder. His second paw choosing to wander underneath his tail to the pucker between his firm feline cheeks and then into him with the same force of the one who had taken part of his virginity back then. Rocking up into his hand, the black and gray lion clenched his eyes shut while pounding into his insides as he tried to force another finger into himself. The fur on his shoulders stood up on ends as the tuft at the end of his tail puffed out from the sensations running rampant through him. Lips pressed into a tight line, a feline hiss bounced from the walls as Raj bit into the inside of his lip and broke through the tender skin to allow a trail of red to seep out of his muzzle. The scent of his own life plus the feeling of his body rebelling against him as he mastered over it with two thick fingers jamming up into his ass made the demon lion growl and arc off the couch as more memories came back to him.
The human Rajara grunted as he slammed his hips up into the second feline's mouth and give up all he had inside of his balls. It felt like the demon couldn't get enough though as he sucked up more and more until Raj thought that there would be nothing left in his testicles, and indeed there wasn't. When his sac was half way shriveled from the suction the lion pulled away to smack his lips from the taste before chuckling and then nudging his partner away from the human's face. The first demon rumbled a growl of displeasure but soon pulled away with a huff of annoyance. Rajara wasn't sure what was happening now but he almost wished he had stayed ignorant as the second feline gripped him by his ankles with a single hand and then folded him up onto the floor in half before reaching down with his free paw and taking hold of his too large to be real phallus. The boy tried to wriggle and get away but he couldn't, not when the first leonine he had shared breath with sat down onto his chest, making the wind whoosh out from his lips and then insert his massive cock into Raj's mouth. The human tried to yell out but all that he ended up doing was garbling some unsure words as the feline began to mate with his mouth hard and fast against his wishes. This served as distraction to loosen Rajara's other end up with because in the next second he was speared like a moth on a needle as the second feline pile drove his maleness into the human's ass and began to rock forward with ecstatic fervor. There was no lube, no love and no chance to questioning as Raj opened his mouth to roar out loud before he was silenced by twin oblong, furry balls being smashed into his face as the lion on top of him began staccato like thrusts faster and more fully into his mouth.
It was both brutal and nauseating for Rajara as he was taken by the two towering males as if he were nothing more than a piece of meat to them. They didn't care for his muffled protest or whimpers, nor did they try to give the boy some comfort as they raped him fast and furiously onto their demonic shafts. There was only need and desire and lust and pain. Power surged up from inside of the two as they stripped the human free of his innocence to feed themselves as prepared to devour what he was between them from the tips of their pricks, however Fate played a trick on all present that night and it was something that each other them would live to regret. Or rather,
What Rajara coyly regretted as he fucked himself on the end of three of his fingers while almost bouncing off of his couch in the future. His maw was open and drooling onto the side of his face and the floor while a single line of ruby dripped onto the floor and stained the wood pink. The paw on his cock was a flurry of motion as he used his slick pre to coat over his maleness while pumping himself with dexterous strokes and quicksilver like squeezes along his tightly drawn up sac. Hissing and mewling, the demon lion shook his head as if in disbelief of the pleasure he was sending throughout his body as his memories...his sweet, cruel memories took him back to when,
Rajara was starting to enjoy the feelings. He didn't know why and when it happened. Time seemed to be playing a game with him as something in him drunk up the enticing attentions the two males were sending throughout his form as felt black power spark pathways throughout his being. His emerald green eyes were slowly turning a deep amethyst color as his humanity was taken between the two rutting felines. Raj growled and sucked onto the leonine length in his mouth and barely noted when his maw began to widen and broaden out into something reminiscent of his two mates. Bones underneath his tightening flesh were growing denser as muscles pushed up through his already fit form while at his base his spinal column was pushing out to form a fleshy vine that wavered back and forth as the second demon took his bleeding ass with greater relish. The two felines didn't realize that something in their plan was going haywire, too lost in the shadowy madness that existed in the human's soul as they drunk deeper into the well of it while unknowingly replacing it with part of their own being. Midnight black fur sprouted over Rajara's body in waves as he accepted his destiny and captured the power he so wanted in the beginning. There were no rules or means of civility between the three males as they unified with each other in a carnal acts of demonkind that was as old as the second sin of man.
Rajara growled and bit onto the first demon's cock to get at the rick milk he knew was inside of the other's jumping testicles and as his teeth elongated into sharp points the lion above him roared out and crushed his face into the floor with all the force of his hips as he felt the rapture of agony mix with the sensual bliss of orgasm. He came like a fire hydrant exploding in the middle of a crowded street as he sprayed Rajara's throat down with his cum, the dark colored ooze rushing down into the newly made leonine demon's belly and churching around with a life of its own as it infected his inner organs and conformed them to the proper proportions of how a creature like he was supposed to posses. The second lion at his rear felt the body beneath him tighten and on happenstance he shot his own load with a massive roar that shook the room and dropped fixtures to the floor. More tainted ooze filled Rajara and he drunk it up quickly as his body began to bulk up as much as it could before his own orgasm took hold of him and,
Rajara roared and shot his climax straight up into the ceiling where it painted the wall above him, already black as night from his nightly sexual relief exercises he had, and then splattered back down onto himself. The dark fluids dribbled down onto his twin pecs, both sides of his wings and then onto his face as he came for a full two minutes on end. His dark powers helping to increase his flow of seed as the runes on his body shimmered in the darkness of his room like beacons to unwary souls to come and taste the forbidden pleasures of what he had to offer. Rajara's fingers were so deep in his rectum that the demon feline faintly wondered how deep he could go into himself before he slowly withdrew his digits and then released his throbbing maleness to bring both his paws up into his field of vision as his manned head still dangled off the edge of his couch. Rajara chuckled as he watched one hand covered in tar black slime while the other was faintly shining with pink that could only have been one thing.
In the past, Rajara's climax hadn't been as spectacular as it was now. Back then he hadn't even had anything to shoot as his body tried to refill his testicles from where his long forgotten human seed had left a few dregs of residue in their wake. Now, the tattoos on his body drunk up the sexual energy in the air and refueled the new demon with raw power as he bleary watched the two other demons get up off of him while letting what little cum they had left write thin lines on the greyer portions of his furry chest.
To say the two demons had been completely confused as they looked at the addition to their number would have been making the understatement of the century. What had been their plan to consume one tainted human soul had ended with them creating another being that they had no idea to do with. Rajara's wits had returned to him quickly after that as he watched the looks shared on the two feline's faces as they turned and communicated with each other in an unspoken language. The new demon lion wasn't sure about what to do but something black burned within him as he saw a look of acceptance on both of their faces as they turned from each other towards him. Some newborn instinct, or rather an old one that had just now been sharpened lashed out as the two demons tried to advance on him with their combined might.
The battle between the three of them was bloody, horrific and shocking as Rajara fought with tooth and claw for his life while tearing into the two males and savaging them as best he could. Years of fighting for his justice and honing his body onto a knife's edge of perfection gave the newly turned demon an edge over the wary leonines who hadn't come for a fight. Fangs flashed, blood sprayed out across the walls, the bed was broken into pieces when someone came in the room and flipped on the light. Rajara and the demons were so into their battle that the newcomer was paid no attention but when the former human kicked out and flung one of the males into the unseen form of the only other human in the house, he barely paid any attention to the sickening crack of a body hitting the wall and bones being shattered as he grappled with the other male and held him down before biting hard onto his scruff and tearing the fur from his back. The demon roared out as pain like no other rushed through him as he fell limp to the floor and stayed motionless as the victorious demon ripped fur and flesh free from his body and let out a victory roar.
A chuckle made the battle crazed Raj turn his head to see the other lion limping into the room with a petulant smirk on his golden manned face. Just as the former human was about to spring towards the other the second demon moved aside to reveal the crumpled form of someone Rajara faintly recalled being important to him lying motionless onto the ground. The newly turned demon's amethyst eyes regarded the other in mild curiosity before his memory and recognition kicked in and Raj got up off of the downed lion to go to his important person. Pushing aside the still chuckling demon, Rajara moved to kneel down next to the motionless form of the other and then nudge them with his bloodstained muzzle to get them to respond.
When the other didn't move for some seconds, Rajara used his new senses to sniff over the other and then sniff at the prone human form.
The scent of death hit him so hard that he recoiled and backed up fast enough that he tripped over his motionless tail and hit the wall behind him.
More chuckling and some shuffling behind him made Raj turn to note the two demons, both looking healthier than they should have from their fight with him, standing tall and sneering down at him with proud upturns of their lips. Though they didn't move said lips to speak, Rajara somehow knew that they were condemning him and yet congratulating him for his first human kill while chiding him about the consequences of the power he had so wanted. The same power that was meant to defend others had now been used to end the life of someone he...respected?...maybe even cared for. The two demon lions stood together and mocked him for becoming so savage that he even made them disgusted to look at them and how he would only grow worse now that his humanity was completely consumed.
The shadows around them seemed to grow despite the light and with one final mocking word of caution they reminded him to appreciate his newfound power since it would give him the ability to met out whatever kind of justice he wanted, as long as he was ready to pay for it with the blood of others. Grinning like Cheshire cats, the two demons faded back into whatever abyss they had come from and then all was left silent in the ruined room and deathly still house that had once been a sanctuary. Rajara turned to look back at his motionless friend and then found enough resolve to pick himself up and go over to touch the quiet form of the other. His heart, beating hard from both anxiety and exertion, cried out at what he had done and made the black feline kneel to pick the limp body up bridal style before carrying his friend back to their room.
Raj laid the other down onto their bed and then let out a thunderous roar as the last of the emotions he had left for both himself and the other ran dry from his naked body. Turning away and shutting the door to let the other rest in peace, Rajara trudged his way out of the house and into the darkness of the night outside, fading like a memory from existence as he let the shadows and darkness lead him away to someplace else.
The new demon made his way into a shadowy zone that seemed to echo his inner most thoughts as he kept going while his body slowly healed itself from the stress he had put it under. There was no way of knowing how long he walked, but by the time Rajara finally realized that he was going nowhere, some voice or maybe his own consciousness told him to move in a certain direction to find a place to be away from the looming gloom he was trekking through. Having nowhere else to go and little purpose, Rajara followed the voices command and then found himself outside of where his apartment was, or technically would be, situated in the future.
There's a longer story about how the lion's became what he was now, and it wasn't something so romantic to say it was because of anything fantastical or wondrous happening. No, instead Raj began to lose more pieces of himself over the weeks to come as they spanned into months as he sunk deep into his new demonic heritage. There were murders and rapes somewhere in his mind, he knew that he had committed more atrocities than he wanted to recall but much of it was a wasted blur of thoughts that meant little to him now. It was after tearing into a particular piece of filth that his eyes turned from their amethyst color to that of a blood red once he had strung the pieces of the other around him like a trophy from a battle. His wings had come under a more favorable moment in his past,
A little boy, or what he considered little since he had bulked up more of the months to become the muscular hell spawn he was now, had been being raped by a human who was supposed to be his john. Rajara had been bored at the time and looking for a reason to sharpen his claws on something with a pulse and had ripped the other out of the boy to show the male what a rape was supposed to be. The man's screams were like music to him as he roared and laughed all at the same time before cumming into the human and then flinging him hard enough into the wall Raj had him perched on that he broke his skull. Standing with his cock oozing and his muscles flexing from the feel of such a conquest Rajara had looked down when he heard a childish whimper escaping from the paralyzed looking boy who couldn't believe what he had just seen. Rajara's mind was torn in two about what to do about the boy when his feet moved and he grabbed the half naked youth and brought him up to his face.
The human's eyes were wide with fear and his body shook like a leaf as he looked at the looming demon. Rajara then dropped the boy like a ragdoll and then sneered at him to get lost before he finished what his John had, adding truth to his statement by gripping his cock and pointing at the youth and grunting to shoot a small stream of black out across the boy's neck. The kid let out a shriek of a scream loud enough to make Rajara chuckle at the weak creature scampering away making him want to give chase before he shook his head and headed into the shadows back home. It would be later than night while he was asleep on his bed that bones would pop in his back as new appendages rose up from his back and then flesh would crawl over the white membranes and then silvery feathers would sprout out all across to give him the wings he had now.
A little voice would mutter in the back of his head that he did a partially good thing today, but Raj would be too sleepy to care as he remained on his stomach as his body finished reconfiguring itself before he would wake up to scratch at himself and accidently pluck several of his feathers loose from his wings.
That had been a good little scare to keep him in check of himself in case anything else popped up on his body, but nothing had after this long and now, some years later Rajara was content to be what and who he was as he lifted his head from the side of his couch and then got up to head to bed. His tail snaking along the floor behind him, the demonic feline wondered what tomorrow would bring as he let out a boisterous yawn and then shut his door behind him.
His sense of justice might be pitiable at best, but he could live with the decisions he came to make and to those who couldn't because they met his claws or fangs,
"Fuck 'em." Rajara said out loud to no one and then flopped on his bed to call it a day.
The will to protect someone.
How sweet the fountain of its depths is to drink of. Within it are the beliefs that you can overcome odds and do what is right to protect the things that matter the most to you. In it you find the strength of conviction to be more than you are, greater than you can imagine and do whatever it takes to instill your own sense of justice into those who oppose you. But oh how often it becomes too easy to find oneself drunk off of those beliefs and turn what was once something positive and hopeful into something tyrannical and unforgiving.
But perhaps, in some dark and twisted way, that was okay...