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

by D. J. Manly

  As if on cue, the door to the cell fell open. Rush stood there. His hair, neatly braided, fell like a shroud over a modest suede tunic, in a soft shade of mocha. The body moulded material fell to his knees, met by brown leather straps which wound their way down to brown sandals.

  Ash caressed him with his eyes. “So, you’ve come, have you?”

  Suddenly behind him was Talon.

  “But not alone, I see,” Ash let a smile fall over his brutally handsome face.

  Rush cleared his throat, as he and Talon moved deeper into the darkened cell. “I thought that I should tell you what I have decided to do.”

  “It’s quite obvious, isn’t it?” he lifted his chin. “You intend to imprison me indefinitely in here, where you think you shall be free of temptation.” Ash glanced over at Talon. Without speaking, he told him, my father would love you. He appreciates men who have unusual sexual proclivities. We know all about the horses and the young children.”

  The colour drained from the military advisor’s face. Rush glanced at him. “What’s wrong Talon, are you all right?”

  Ash gave Talon a mocking glare. As evil as you think I am, Talon, I have never taken my pleasure with children. I find that utterly objectionable.

  Talon pointed at Ash. “You’re evil. You’re a menace. You won’t be able to do anyone harm once we’re finished with you, demon… liar… damned soul!”

  Rush was taken aback by Talon’s sudden outburst. “Talon,” he said. “What is all this about? Perhaps you should leave us for a few minutes, get a grip on yourself.”

  Talon barred his teeth at Ash. “Don’t believe his lies, My Lord,” Talon hissed, then giving Rush a quick bow, he hurried out of the cell.

  “Temperamental little guy, isn’t he?” Ash mumbled.

  Rush narrowed his eyes. “Why do I believe that you had something to do with that?”

  “I couldn’t say, Rush,” Ash shrugged. “Perhaps you don’t know how to relax. People with suspicious natures are usually asexual beings with…”

  “Enough,” Rush cautioned. “You do realise why this is necessary, why I must do what I am doing?”

  “Are you asking for a rationalization, or forgiveness?” Ash raised a dark eyebrow. “If you’re looking for forgiveness, I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy.”

  Rush couldn’t help but smile. “Touche,” he said. “I wasn’t asking for either actually. I know we’re on different sides. You’re army would have wiped out my people by now if you hadn’t of…”

  “Hadn’t of what?” Ash asked, not being able to resist running his eyes over his body.

  “Come here, to tempt me. Are you ever your own man, Ash, or are you only your father’s puppet?” Rush asked suddenly, boldly meeting his eyes.

  Ash’s face tightened. “I am as much my father’s puppet as you are yours.”

  “I have no choice,” Rush burst angrily. “This was handed down to me. What would you do?”

  “You ask me?” he laughed. “What do you think Rush?” It was said like a whisper.

  Rush shook his head. “I forget who I’m talking to.”

  “But you wanted me, and I didn’t even have to employ any magic. Your body cried out to me with a voice all its own, independent of your conscience,” Ash said.

  They were standing several feet apart in the gloomy cell. Ash’s words vibrated in his mind, and bounced off the cold cement walls. He nodded. For a moment, there was silence. Ash ran a hand through his black wavy hair, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

  Suddenly, there was a huge roar which sounded like thunder, then a strong vibration. Rush turned around, looking at the door. “Earthquake,” he said, turning back to Ash.

  Ash stood up. Their eyes met.

  The sound came again, stronger this time, then the steady rhythm of falling rock.

  “Get down,” Ash cried out, jumping straight into the air to grab Rush’s neck. He took his body down with him, covering it with his, just as the wall directly behind them tumbled into ruin.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Forsythia stood at the mouth of the earth’s core, waiting for Abbadon. It had taken her the entire day to get here, two very reluctant Sky warriors in tow. The wind was picking up now. She wrapped her long black coat tighter around her and stepped closer to the cave’s entrance.

  “Lady Forsythia,” one of the burly warriors cautioned, “don’t go too close. Something could reach out and…”

  Forsythia gave him a chilling look. “You forget, this place was once my home. You may be intimidated by Abbadon, but I am not. Stand over there, out of the way.” He had kept her waiting long enough. “You know I’m here,” she called out, “I need to talk to you. Please Abbadon, at least see me.”

  The wind picked up her long fair hair, blowing it around her head. She hastily tore the silky strands away from her face, as she tried to peer into the opening. Then, she took a tentative step forward, and disappeared from the watching eyes of the two soldiers.

  “Ash is going to have our heads,” one of them said now frantically. He didn’t take a step.

  The other took one step, then stopped, giving his companion a vary look. “Or something worse,” he mumbled.

  * * * *

  Ash wiped the debris from Rush’s hair, and gently turned his body over on the floor. Coughing to clear his own lungs of the cement dust, he checked Rush’s body for any signs of broken bones. There didn’t seem to be any bleeding.

  “Stop poking me, will you please?” Rush protested, opening those amazing blue eyes, and trying to sit up. “And get to hell off of me.”

  Ash sat back up on his knees, cocking his head to the side for a minute. “Are you all right?”

  “I think so,” Rush said, shaking himself a little as he propped himself up on his elbows. “What in hell happened?”

  “I think my father was trying to tell me something.”

  “Your father?” Rush coughed, slapping the dust from his tunic.

  Ash looked away for a minute.

  “He certainly wants to make sure you hear him,” Rush said, getting to his feet and looking around him.

  “Apparently so,” Ash mused, glancing up at the torch light, which was by some miracle still burning.

  They were trapped. The cement wall which had collapsed behind them had managed to fall directly in the path of the doorway. “Damn,” Rush muttered. “It will take days before the men can dig us out of here.”

  “How interesting,” Ash replied. “Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other, won’t it?”

  “Are you being smart?”

  “No, actually I’m being quite sincere,” Ash said, now making his way to his feet. He glanced over at the single bunk, then, started to laugh. “We’ll have to share.”

  Rush scowled. “Don’t get any ideas.”

  Ash shrugged. “I will try to think only wholesome thoughts, but considering who I am…I can’t promise you anything.”

  Rush rolled his eyes. “Let’s try to clean away some of these bricks so that we have a place to sit down.”

  “I’ll do it,” Ash said. “I’m a lot stronger than you.”

  “Are you strong enough to break through that wall there?” Rush looked hopeful.

  “Unfortunately, not,” Ash replied.

  “Figure’s.”

  “Hey, I did save your sun drenched hide, by the way, and believe me; it’s not in my nature.”

  “You seem quite proud of being a…total asshole, don’t you?” Rush sneered.

  “Extremely, now if you will excuse me, my Lord and Highness, I will prepare your quarters,” Ash mocked, giving him a slight bow.

  Rush sighed, watching as Ash began to lift the heavy cement slabs and pile them into the corner. As he did, the muscles bulged in his biceps and his calves. It was not unattractive. When he had cleaned away several huge pieces, he paused, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

  “I didn’t know demon’s could sweat,” Rush remarked dryly.


  “I’m part mortal, remember? Mortals sweat.”

  “I keep forgetting about your human side. It’s not apparent.”

  Ash flashed him a smile. “Have been observing me closely now, haven’t you?”

  “Not at all,” Rush looked at his hands, “just that…”

  Ash laughed out loud, “Forget it. None of that matters now.”

  “Why not?” Rush looked up, blinking.

  “It appears that I have fallen out of favour with my father. He was expecting to be liberated by now. I have failed him.”

  “You’re telling me, that Abbadon made the earth quake because…?” Rush faltered.

  “That’s right,” Ash said, sinking onto the small bed. “However, soon I will have his favour back.”

  “How’s that?” Rush narrowed his eyes.

  Ash gave him a sly smile. “How long do you think you’re going to be able to control yourself now that we’re stuck in here together…perhaps for days?”

  Rush opened his mouth to speak, then, closed it.

  Ash fixed him with his gaze.

  “You’re a real evil…” Rush began.

  “Devil?” Ash suggested.

  “I was going to say bastard,” Rush spat.

  Ash nodded. “Do you believe everything happens for a purpose, Rush?”

  Rush leaned against the far wall, arms folded defiantly across his chest. He didn’t reply.

  Ash shrugged. “Well, I’m beat, so if you don’t want to talk, I’m going to sleep.” He patted the bed beside him. “You’re welcome to join me. You could sleep on top of me or better yet…”

  “Forget it,” Rush snapped.

  Ash shrugged again, slipped off the robe, then lay down and closed his eyes.

  * * * *

  “There’s no reason to cry, my love,” Abbadon’s voice boomed into her mind. Forsythia stood alone in the darkness of the cave. She was too terrified to push deeper. The sounds coming from below were at the same time horrifying and mesmerising. “Abbadon,” she said, sniffing back tears. “Please, I’ve come to talk to you. It’s about Ash.”

  “Ash?” came the voice, silky smooth now. Suddenly he came into view, massive, dark, extremely powerful. He had a reptilian grace about him which had always appealed to her in some way.

  He came closer, his large tail trailing after him. He leaned down into her face and actually smiled. “How are you, my dear?”

  Sex. She smelled the sex when he was near, and she knew very well what he was capable of reducing her to. She knew that risk when she came here. “I am well. It’s Ash I’m concerned about.”

  “That half demon renegade?” he growled, the fire smouldering in his fierce black eyes.

  “Our son, Abbadon, or have you forgotten what it was like with us?” She met his eyes.

  “I haven’t forgotten,” he replied. “You were my finest whore,” he murmured.

  She closed her eyes. He talked like that but he didn’t mean it. He had loved her once. “Where is Ash? Half his army came back home claiming that he had given orders not to rescue him from the sun people. They say he gave himself up as a prisoner. Did you make him do this thing?”

  Abbadon ran his eyes over her. “Take off your clothes and maybe, just maybe I will tell you.”

  “You’ll lie to me,” she said, raising her chin. “I have no guarantee you’ll tell me the truth.”

  “I will tell you, if you obey me in all matters,” he replied, reaching out with one of his long fingers and lifting up her chin. Studying her face, he said, “I see you in Ash. He has your features, with my black hair and eyes. He has your muscle tone as well, perfectly sculptured. Do you remember Forsythia, your fantasies about being the devil’s whore, even before we met?”

  She nodded, as he released her chin. “Mortal men were such a bore. I wanted a man who knew exactly what I was thinking, exactly what I wanted, even if I was too timid or inhibited to ask for it out loud.”

  “When was the last time you fornicated?” he demanded, his massive chest heaving.

  Forsythia ran her eyes over Abbadon, tracing the muscles of his legs, his stomach, and his chest. He wore skin tight black nylon pants, with no shirt. His thick, huge penis was clearly visible now in the form of a giant bulge. She’d never forgotten the ambrosia she’d experienced in his embrace. “It’s been a while,” she managed, her throat dry.

  “I remember what you liked. You still want that, don’t you?” he lifted an eyebrow.

  She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even breath.

  Reaching for her with his huge hands, he took her by the forearms, lifting her up so that his mouth was close to hers. Holding her with one hand around the waist, he ripped at her dress with the other, tearing it from her body. Slowly, he pulled down one strap of the lacy, push up bra she wore, then the other. She whimpered as he pushed one bra cup down, exposing her breast, then the other. With her breasts tumbling out of the bra, she felt vulnerable. There was a part of her that wanted to run, and another which wanted to throw her head back and surrender. Still holding her around the waist, he reached down with the other hand and pulled down the white lacy panties she wore. They slid down her legs and fell on the floor of the cave below. With his free hand now, he covered one of her breasts, squeezing it in his hand. “Spread your legs, my whore,” he told her, and as he continued to squeeze her breasts, he lowered his middle finger and inserted it into her vagina. With his finger, he impaled her, letting go of her waist, allowing her to balance there in the air. Ripping off her bra, he threw it aside. Curving his finger up inside of her, her body was gripped with electrifying orgasms, one after another. With his other hand, he brutally slapped at her breasts, and then bit down on her nipples, taking both breasts inside his mouth at the same time.

  Forsythia cried out with mind numbing pleasure. Her breasts had disappeared inside his mouth; two tongues worked their magic on her nipples. Removing his finger from inside her, he put her down on the floor of the cave. Taking his massive cock out of his pants, he displayed it to her. Her eyes widened, then, she licked her lips. “Yes, yes,” she whispered, “my love.”

  “Back or front?” he growled. “You know I plan to plug both, along with your sweet little mouth.”

  Her eyes moved over the beautiful big organ, pulsing with its own juices, and she sighed. “You know what I like my love, all at the same time.”

  Laughing, he bent down to play with her nipples for a minute. “Like diamonds,” he remarked, “so brown and stiff. Later, I will play with them for hours. You know my obsession.”

  She sighed, arching her back as he licked and bit at them.

  Then, rearing back, she watched his tail lift up, and then separate into two. Leaning down, one half of the tail implanted itself into her mouth. She could fell it crawling down the back of her throat. It transformed itself into a smooth giant head. The other half of the tail also transformed itself to resemble the head of a big cock. Slowly it slithered underneath her and began to make its way into her anus. Forsythia moaned and undulated as she felt it go deeper, then expand inside her. “Now, my love,” Abbadon said, holding his penis in his hand, “this is going directly in your juicy little vagina.” And without any more hesitation, he thrust it inside of her. The three penises jabbed and rammed at her, going in and out of her at an alarming pace. They expanded inside of her to the maximum possibility. She couldn’t have been stretched any more than this. She couldn’t squeal, she couldn’t moan. Her body gyrated from the movement, her breasts bouncing up and down on her chest. Abbadon smiled down at her, casually playing with her nipples as he thrust. Orgasm after orgasm gripped her, then she finally went over the top, as he said, “My whore, what a slut you are, Forsythia, forever and always a wanton whore.”

  Later as she sat on his lap, and he played with her nipples, driving her to the point of distraction, she asked him again. “Abbadon, where is Ash? He has given himself to the sun people for you, and they might have done something to him.”

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p; “Done what? He’s immortal,” Abbadon scoffed.

  “He didn’t break the curse yet, and I don’t understand how…”

  Abbadon leaned over and clamped some heavy chains on Forsythia’s nipples. “Umm, now that’s nice.” He pulled on them, causing her to wince, but oh God, it felt good. Sweet torture.

  “Abbadon, please…I…” she began, squirming.

  He sighed. “He has failed me. I don’t want to talk about him now.”

  “But Abbadon,” she began.

  His eyes grew dark with fury. “I said enough,” he shouted, his anger reverberating throughout the cave. “Now, shake those tits for me. I want to play.”

  * * * *

  Rush was having a difficult time trying to keep his eyes away from the naked body lying less than a few feet away from him. As he sat on one of the huge cement slabs; he was trying to think of anything except the seductive curve of Ash’s cock as it curled upwards on his rock hard abs…or the way the smooth pectoral muscles under his breast rippled slightly as his chest rose and fell in sleep. Ash was making tiny sounds now as he struggled onto his side, giving Rush a full view of his face. In sleep, he didn’t look at all like a devil. In fact, his face took on the appearance of an angel…beautiful… peaceful…seductive. It would be so easy just to go to him, to touch him, to trail his fingers over his skin, place his lips just on the underside of his scrumptious sex...to abandon himself completely to the pleasure he knew that Ash could give him. And then what…he would condemn everyone to a world without light, without joy, for one taste of him? It wasn’t as if Ash really wanted him…or would even ever look at him again after he surrendered. He wanted to win, that was all. He wanted to please Abbadon. What would happen if he gave himself over to Ash and the heat was so intense… the passion so overwhelming that he lost his mind after. Rush closed his eyes. Yes, he could really lose himself if he allowed it. If it began, he knew he’d never be able to stop. Looking at him made him weak, wanting him made him feel guilty and afraid. Fear. Yes, fear…fear that he would betray an entire people for his own selfish needs. But it wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. Having to suppress his sexual desires, to never share intimacy with another…it was too much.