Ash, Son of the Demon God, Tarot, the Devil

by D. J. Manly

  Sin moaned. Yes, yes, he thought, wishing he could lick his lips. Several fingers delved deep inside him. His body bucked forward. Fuck me, he thought, fuck me for hours.

  “This will teach you to defy me,” Connerly said, placing his hands on both sides of Sin’s inner thighs, and submerging his swollen member deep inside his needy anus.

  Teach me baby…teach me…Sin cried out silently, only wishing Ash was here to see him trusted up and totally exposed like this.

  * * * *

  Rush braced himself as he opened the door to the prison. Ash sat on a barren bunk, a shapeless white shroud falling around his body. “I’ve been expecting you,” he said softly as Rush closed the door.

  Rush sighed, tearing his eyes away from him. “I’m sure you have. We need to talk.”

  “Talk…talk…talk…” Ash smiled seductively. “I could think of far more interesting things we might be doing. But, if you insist, my beautiful Rush.”

  “Look, I know what you’re doing here, Ash. I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work,” Rush told him, coming forward.

  Ash ran his eyes over him. Beautiful blond hair fell to his slim waist, held captive by a multitude of braids. He couldn’t wait to release it from its prison, and see it flowing freely around his broad naked shoulders. “Your beauty makes it so much easier for me,” Ash said, standing now. He swept his eyes over him again. The way he was looking at him, made Rush feel quite weak. It was as if he could see right through his clothes. “Naked,” Rush said, “that’s how I want you, naked and hard, with your hair hanging down your back.”

  Rush cleared his throat. “Stay there. Don’t come any closer.”

  Ash smiled. “I don’t intend to. In fact, I don’t have to. I don’t even have to be in the same room to make you want me, do I?”

  Rush paled.

  “Oh yes, I know about your dreams last night, how you couldn’t get the image of my naked body chained to the wall out of your mind. You can pray to the sun god all you want. In the end, he won’t help you Rush.”

  Ash had folded his arms across his chest. Even that bulky gown couldn’t disguise the gorgeous flesh that lurked underneath.

  “I know you’ve bewitched my men. You won’t bewitch me, Ash. I could put you someplace where your power could not reach me.”

  “Too late for that,” Ash cooed, his dark eyes tracing the visible muscles under Rush’s tight tunic. “The image of all I can offer you would remain in your mind. Your tainted now, Rush. You will want me until the day you die, even if you don’t succumb.”

  “Bastard,” Rush said between clenched teeth.

  Ash laughed, his dark eyes shining, his full sensuous mouth parting slightly.

  Rush had an image suddenly of those lips wrapped around his cock, and he felt it give a definite lurch. He moaned inwardly, knowing that he had to leave. He turned to the wall.

  “What did you come to say, Rush?” Ash asked, his voice rich with seduction.

  “I came to determine your fate,” he moaned, reaching for his throbbing sex. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ash pulled him around, flattening him against the wall. “Give it up, Rush, you can’t win,” Ash said. Gently, he tasted his mouth. At the same time, he moved his hand over his stomach and placed it on his rock hard sex.

  Rush moaned, closing his eyes for a minute.

  “Touch me, Rush,” Ash invited, standing back for a second and pulling the tunic over his head.

  Rush let the air out from between his teeth. Ash stood there nude in front of him. He was so beautiful, hills and valleys of indescribably beautiful flesh within inches of his fingertips. And the cock, thick, erect, big, so succulent that it brought tears to his eyes. Ash moved closer, making sure his sex brushed against Rush’s thigh. Rush gasped as he felt the tip of it, soft and wet, lap against his hand. He licked his lips as Ash whispered, “Take off your clothes, Rush. Give yourself to me, you know you want me.”

  He felt Ash’s hands on his tunic. Slowly he undid the buttons, opening it down the front to expose Rush’s well defined pectorals with their diamond hard nipples, the muscular waves of his stomach, and finally, his thick aching erection. Ash stood back, his eyes washing over him. “Your body was made for sex,” Ash whispered. “You’ve deprived yourself so long.” His eyes went back to his face. Rush’s head had fallen to the side, his eyes drinking in Ashes nakedness. His mouth had gaped open, the tip of his tongue running along the bottom lip. “Tell me what you want, Rush,” Ash whispered. “Anything…anything you want, you can have.”

  “Everything,” Rush whispered, his hands coming down to frame his own sex now. Moaning, he stroked it. “I want everything.”

  It was almost too easy, Ash thought, moving closer. He let his tongue dart out to one of his nipples. Slowly, he licked at it, letting his other hand move down to Rush’s sex. He teased it for a moment, gently slapping at it, then, wrapped his fist around it. Still lapping at his nipple, his eyes rose up to his. He wanted to see his hair free, out of those confining braids. He backed away. Rush met his eyes. “Please,” he begged, his chest heaving. Ash’s eyes landed on the nipple he’d been sucking on. It was wet with his saliva. “Take off your clothes, and undo the braids from your hair.”

  Rush pushed the tunic off his shoulders. He reached for one of the braids, letting his eyes trace the curve of Ash’s hard round buttocks as he walked across the room. “It will take too long,” Rush moaned impatiently, pulling at the braid.

  Ash came back over to him. He pulled him away from the wall, and stood behind him. Carefully he began to undo the braids, one by one. Rush could feel his body close to his, feel his hard sex pushing against his ass from time to time. He closed his eyes, thinking he’d lose his mind. Ash placed his lips on his shoulder as he undid the last braid, then he ran his fingers through the long platinum hair, fanning it out around his shoulders. He was struck by the beauty of it.

  “Ash,” Rush moaned, turning now, his blue eyes meeting his black ones. “Please, don’t torture me,” he fell on his knees now in front of him, his eyes parallel with Ash’s cock. He pressed his lips to Ash’s sex.

  Ash jumped backward as if he’d been burned. “I didn’t give you permission to…” He stopped. Rush was looking up at him. Ash lifted his own cock and pressed closer. “Put it in your mouth. That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?” He smiled down at him.

  Rush closed his eyes, his tongue tasting the salty sweet taste of his flesh, then he heard a loud shout.

  “What are you doing?” a voice demanded.

  Rush’s hands reached out to nothing as someone grabbed Ash and threw him across the room.

  Rush looked up to see Talon standing over him, wrapping his tunic around his shoulders. “Do you realise what almost happened here?” Talon demanded, glaring at Ash who was picking himself off the floor. “You fiend? You…you…”

  “Devil?” Ash laughed.

  Talon pulled Rush up off the floor. He seemed dazed for a moment, then, he placed a hand on Talon’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, “if you hadn’t of come in when you did…”

  “What Rush?” Ash mocked, meeting his eyes, “you would have surrendered yourself to pleasure?”

  “You know what that would mean, don’t you?” Rush cried out.

  “Don’t Rush, don’t try to reason with the thing,” Talon clipped.

  Rush pushed away from his advisor. He approached Ash, waving his finger in his face. “You will not condemn my people to eternal darkness. My lust for you isn’t real, it’s contrived, superficial, it doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Oh it’s real, my beauty,” Ash told him softly, “and it will feel even more real in the middle of the night when your body will ache for mine.”

  “Tomorrow, you will leave here. I am ordering my men to take you outside these borders,” Rush told him. Then turning on one heel, he stalked away.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Rush refused to see Talon. In fact, he couldn’t bear to face
him. He paced his chambers until late in the night, then, tried to sleep. Sleep was impossible. His mind was tormented by wanton images of lust and desire. The guilt he was experiencing right now was excruciating. He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to…if Talon hadn’t of interrupted when he did, he would have condemned his entire people. Rush tossed and turned in bed. An image of his father came to his mind. “Damn you,” he shouted aloud, sitting up in his bed, his body exhausted and perspiring. His father had wanted sovereignty, independence from the Sky Ruler. He remembered how impassioned he was about it, but he knew that alone, they could never defeat the Sky warriors. It was only when the war began, a war started when Ash’s father had kidnapped the Sky rulers daughter, that his father seized his opportunity. Didn’t he know that if the Incubus had won, they would make slaves out of the sun people? Anyway, it never came to that. Deron tricked both Abbadon and Raelyn into submission. His father was bound to a vow of chastity, as were his two brothers and his only son. The direct descendents of the sun god would eventually disappear, and the incubus would be forever relegated to darkness. His father, a stupid and selfish man who wanted only power, left him this agony to bear. “I hate you, you bastard,” Rush shouted out in the darkness, “I will hate you until my dying breath for the burden you have given me.” There was no response, no succour for his grief. He was giving way to temptation. He had been growing weaker since the very moment he had set eyes on Ash. Ash had to leave, or it would all be over…at the age of twenty two, he would trade his entire race for one night of passion in the arms of a demon.

  * * * *

  Ash stood at the door of his prison. Damn that Talon. If he hadn’t of burst in on them at that moment, the game would have been up. Now, Rush was determined to send him away. If he did that, he’d never get another opportunity. Abbadon would not be pleased, in fact, he’d most likely destroy him, leave him to rot somewhere until the end of time. He was feeling angry and ravenous, only not for food. When his anger got the best of him, he had to find a way to release it. He had tried calling to Rush, but tonight his mind was occupied by dark thoughts and he wasn’t open to his voice at all. Well, to hell with him then. Pounding his fists on the door of the prison, he waited for the guard to approach.

  * * * *

  Sin was having difficulty sitting on the saddle of his horse. He shifted his weight often as he rode; a smile playing on his lips. Every single one of the men had had a go at him, sometimes more than once, and they had been none too gentle. His nipples ached from where they had pulled and taunted them, and his anus felt almost raw. Hell, that had been fun.

  Connerly was bitching now about the time they’d wasted. “The darkness will give us an advantage. We need to get there before the dawn.”

  “I can see the entrance in the distance,” Sin told him, pointing. “Stop complaining…so we took a little rest.”

  “Rest?” Connerly raised his eyebrow.

  “Had ourselves a little recreational detour,” Sin smirked.

  “Is that what you call being repeatedly raped,” Connerly raked his eyes over him. “What a slut.”

  “So true, but at least I admit I’m a slut,” Sin replied. “And it’s not rape if you’re willing.”

  “Commander,” one of the men rode up beside him now, “there’s a woman walking towards us. Look, there in the distance.”

  “Be on alert,” Connerly said. “It could be a trap.” He eyed the figure suspiciously as she approached. What would a woman be doing walking out in the open at this time of night?

  As she drew closer, Connerly noticed that she was extremely beautiful. She had skin like soft ivory, and thick red hair that reached her hips. She was wearing a black cloak that covered her from head to toe and she appeared to be crying. “Soldier,” she wailed, reaching up to clutch onto Connerly’s uniform, “you must help me. I am being held as a sex slave by the sun people. They have done unspeakable things to my body, slapped and fondled my enormous breasts, and even anally penetrated me with a variety of objects. You must take me with you. I will do anything you want if you save me from the sun people.”

  Connerly got off his horse. “There, there little lady, please take off your cloak, please show us what you mean.”

  The other men also got off their horses, except for Sin who had no interest in a bitch in heat.

  The woman let the cloak fall to the dusty ground, revealing smooth white flesh. Her huge naked breasts swung back and forth as she began to seductively move her hips. She raised her hands above her head, and licked her lips until they glistened in the darkness. An unholy light glowed from her eyes.

  Connerly reached forward to pluck at one of the amazingly firm tits, as he did, he bounced it in his hand, tweaking at the nipple. She giggled, and then with one hand, she began to masturbate herself, turning around to give the men a view of her delightful buttocks. “Come take me,” she said, “from the front, from behind, play with my breasts.”

  Connerly grabbed for her. Tipping her backwards in his arms, he slapped at her breasts, inviting the other men to run their hands over her nakedness. Her breasts moved back and forth delightfully, as Connerly spread her thighs and began to play with her clitoris. She squealed with delight as the other men invaded her orifices with their dirty fingers.

  Sin watched the sun slowly start to rise in the sky. Their advantage would be gone soon. Talk about him being a distraction, this woman was drawing them to her like flies. Glancing over, he saw the men begin undoing their pants, watching as the one with long red hair threw back her head and roared with laughter. Then he saw the flash in her eyes. “It’s not human…!” Sin cried; stumbling down off his horse, just as the ground began to run with blood.

  Sin swallowed something hard in his throat as he watched the figure stalk around the corpses which littered the ground. Suddenly, she was looking directly at him. “Go home, Sin,” she whispered. “Go. Soon you will have your wish. You will meet Abbadon. He has great pleasure and pain in store for you.” The eyes, red with flaming embers moved up to the sky, then with a sheik, she scrambled away on her hands and knees.

  Sin shuddered. He got back on his horse and headed away from the Sun Valley.

  * * * *

  The guard knelt naked in front of Ash on the cold floor of the prison. “I’ll do anything you desire,” he whispered. “Please, take this thirst away.”

  Ash gave him a gentle smile. He smoothed back some of his fair hair, and followed the trail of sweat on his forehead with his eyes. He lifted off the robe he wore, and threw it behind him. The guard’s eyes widened with delight as they swept over him. Ash placed his hand on the back of the guard’s head and pressed his face against his sex. He closed his eyes. The guard’s lips moved over the length of Ash’s hard sex. He was moaning softly in his throat. Ash sighed. He closed his eyes, an image of Rush standing there in that cell earlier came to his mind. Long, white-blond hair, free and flowing, around incredibly, square shoulders. His sex, so needy, and so unused...that beautiful virgin ass; and those eyes, the colour of the sky, blue, searching, wanting. Ash pushed the guard away. “Out, get out,” he bellowed. He paced the room ferociously for a few minutes as the guard grabbed his clothes and ducked outside. “Rush,” he growled, in his isolated cell, “you won’t deny me. I am the son of Abbadon and damn you, no one refuses me. I won’t be denied.”

  * * * *

  Rush watched the sun rise from his quarters. Loneliness seized him suddenly and he sighed as he glanced back at the unmade bed with its scrunched up sheet. He hadn’t slept all night. There was too much on his mind, his father, the war, the fate of his people, and Ash. If he sent him back to his warriors, would they just attack? If keeping him here was the reason Ash’s army had not attacked Sun Valley, then sending him away was a mistake, wasn’t it? But, what about his vow? Every second Ash remained, weakened his resolve.

  Suddenly, there was a knock and the door opened. Talon stood there. He bowed. “My Lord,” he said. Rush looked away from him, asha
med of what Talon had seen earlier when he had walked into that cell.

  “I can’t send him away,” Rush began. “He will just attack us. It will hasten his victory. We keep him here.”

  Talon’s eyes widened. “He’s here for you, Rush. He’s here to make you break your vow…and you almost did. I…”

  Rush put up a hand. “I’ve made my decision. I’ve also decided that we will wall up the prison. We will contain him there. I will no longer be tempted to see him, or hear his voice. He will be condemned to the same darkness as all Incubus.”

  “That’s not a bad idea. But should we then consider the war over? Without Ash, they…”

  “The Incubus leads the warriors through Ash. Without Ash, Abbadon loses his control over the Sky people, but that doesn’t mean we can let down our guard. I believe that Abbadon will find other means to get to us eventually. Get some men and begin to wall up the prison. I’ll be down soon to inspect.”

  “My Lord,” Talon said, bending over and kissing his hand.

  Rush prepared for his morning prayers to the sun god. He had a great many things to thank him for today, mainly for saving him from the temptation of Ash.

  * * * *

  Ash heard the rumbling outside his cell. He got up off the bunk and walked over to the door. Placing his ear there, he could hear the sounds of men piling bricks, one on top of the other. He folded his arms across his chest. So, Rush intended to wall him up inside this cell for eternity? He grinned. The idea amused him more than anything. It was cleaver, he had to admit, but not very feasible. There was no way he could allow that. He wondered if Rush would be able to resist not seeing him one last time, if he would have the courage to see him face to face to tell him what was to be his fate.