by D. J. Manly
It was Ash who disentangled himself. He stepped back, his black eyes blazing with an inferno that made Rush feel as if his entire body was on fire. His chest heaving, Ash said, “I have to have you. I will find a way to take this curse from you…from us,” he added.
Tears stung Rush’s eyes. He turned away for a moment. Ash’s hand covered his shoulder suddenly. “I will ask my mother. She knew her father’s magic, more than I. Maybe she can help us, Rush. Let’s lie down and get a bit of rest. It’s still early. We’ll head out in a couple of hours.”
Rush nodded. He felt Ash’s hand stroke his hair; and he wondered ironically for a second if he could have fallen for anyone more unlikely than the son of Abbadon.
* * * *
Three little words and Ash would be his slave. It was too simple really, too delightful. He felt quite privileged being sent to do Abbadon’s bidding. He knew he’d be richly rewarded, not to mention what completely decadent things he could do to Ash on the journey back to Abbadon. Yummm... Ash…now there was a hunk of a demon, all man with a demon soul…the stuff that fantasies were made of. And all his. Finally. Only drawback was, Abbadon was watching his every move and if he didn’t follow his directions to the letter, he would kill him. The three words he was not allowed to write down. He had to memorize them, and if he repeated them to anyone else…well…he was sure Abbadon would punish him severely…and not in a good way. Locklas Demonite Manios…Locklas Demonite Manios…Sin repeated the words in his head. The last thing he wanted was to forget.
* * * *
Rush slept soundly in Ash’s arms. He didn’t realise how tired he really was until he lay down his head on Ash’s shoulder. The bed was tiny, and not at all comfortable but Rush hardly noticed. Ash’s strong arms wrapped around him, and his deep voice urged him softly to sleep.
Ash however wasn’t allowed the escape that slumber would have given him. He laid awake, holding Rush’s body close to him, his emotions in great turmoil. What if there was no way to counteract Deron’s magic? He was dead. It wasn’t like they could ask him to take the curse away. And he wasn’t really sure how much of his grandfather’s expertise in magic his mother had absorbed. He himself knew only the basics. If there was no way to break the curse, eventually Rush would be led to betray his people, and Abbadon would rule above. Neither was good. Ash tightened his hold on Ash. Love. It was the first time he had felt anything akin to it. It was foreign, and just a little bit frightening. It made him feel quite light headed, out of control. He wasn’t sure he liked it all that much. If someone had told him that one day he would be lying here with this beautiful man in his arms, and not be ravishing him; he would have thought that they had lost their mind. But, here he was. Even now in his sleep, Rush moaned softly, moving his body restlessly. His entire body was crying out to be caressed…to be violated. It was only a matter of time. Rush would abandon everything to be completely his, but could he ask that of him? His immediately response was No. He loved him, and by loving him, he now also cared for more than just his body. He had come to a decision, if his mother couldn’t help them, then he would vow never to see Rush again. It was the only way. Closing his eyes now, he lightly kissed the top of Rush’s blond head, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
“Locklas Demonite Manios…Locklas Demonite Manios…” Rising up off the bed, Ash lingered in the air a moment, then, touched down on his feet in front of Sin. His mind began to shut down. He didn’t hear Rush screaming at him, or see him try to reach for his sword. Sin had his sword pointed at Rush’s throat. “Demon,” he said to Ash, swinging a length of rope at him, “take this and tie up the other one.”
Rush’s eyes widened as Ash reached out and grabbed his arm. “Ash, what are you doing? Why are you…who is this?”
Rush wasn’t listening. Actually from the look on his face, it appeared that he wasn’t even hearing him. “Can’t you hear me, Ash?” Rush shouted as Ash began to tie his hands together.
“Actually,” Sin interjected, watching the blond one struggle, “he can’t hear you. He hears only the voice of his master. Right now, I am the master.”
“Who are you?” Rush demanded, kicking out with his legs as Ash began to tie his ankles together.
The point of Sin’s sword pressed a little harder against his throat. “Stay silent, Sun King. Who I am is not important. Just know this; Ash is now mine to do what I want with. I am taking him back to his father.”
“Noooo!” Rush cried out.
Sin smiled, pulling one of the sheets off the bed. “Demon, put him into that chair in the corner.” He threw the sheet at him. “Silence him.”
Ash grabbed Rush and lifted him up into his arms. Robotically, he set him in the chair, and then stuffed part of the sheet into his mouth.
“There,” Sin said, putting his sword aside, “come here, Ash.”
Rush began to make sounds in his throat. No one paid any attention.
Sin ran his eyes over Ash’s naked torso. What he wanted was for Ash to use him to satisfy his demon lust, but having to give him step by step instructions would ruin it completely. Oh well, he could still have fun. Glancing over at Rush, he said, “I don’t know what you were doing here with Ash, but he belongs to me, totally…and with his father’s blessing. And aren’t you lucky, you get to watch.”
Rush closed his eyes, his heart sinking. What in hell was happening here? Why was Ash acting that way, like he was completely without any free will…and his eyes, they looked blank.
Sin was reaching over now to run his thumb over one of Ash’s nipples. It immediately stiffened. “Moan,” Sin demanded, and Ash immediately complied, uttering a low moan. Sin laughed. “He likes me,” he sang, shooting a glance at Rush.
Rush tried to say, “You wish,” but his mouth was too full of the linen sheet for anything he had to say to make much of an impact.
Sin came closer to Ash. His tongue flicked out across his nipple again. “How I’ve fantasized about you, Ash, so strong, so sexy, so male and yet…bless your demon hide.” He ran his hands down his chest now, fingers curling at the waistband of his pants. “Those who were blessed by your sexual favours told me that once you had them, they never could be satisfied by anyone again…not truly.” Sin’s lips pressed against the strong muscles of his stomach. Standing back now, he said, “Take off you pants. Do is slowly, seductively…as if I am the only one in the world you want to fuck.”
Rush struggled against his bindings. He couldn’t just sit here and watch this. He had to do something. “Struggle all you want,” Sin cooed. “There’s nothing you can do, so you might as well enjoy it.”
Rush quieted. He was right. There was no breaking the binds that Ash had tied around his feet and his ankles. And right now, Ash was beginning to slowly undo the fastenings on his skin tight black slacks. His eyes were riveted to Ash’s fingers as they manipulated the buttons and began to peel away the material.
Ash glanced up seductively at Sin. Sliding the pants down over his hips, he paused to trail his fingers through the thick dark waves of his hair. Sin made a tiny sound of appreciation in his throat. “Yes, yes…” he breathed as the pants fell to the floor. Ash stepped out of them, kicking them aside, his hips jutting forward in a motion of fluid exhibitionism.
Rush tried to swallow as he watched. The swell of Ash’s sweet buttocks, the curve of his sex…so thick…so inviting was causing his own cock to swell substantially. Then when Sin walked over to touch him, Rush felt the anger rise in him. “Don’t touch him,” he cried out, the words coming out in a mumble of cloth.
Sin ignored him. He pressed Ash’s body against the wall, and began to kiss every inch of him, eventually landing on his knees, when he actually took a moment to issue Rush a sadistic grin before beginning to swallow Ash’s delicious cock. Reaching around back, he fondled Ash’s buttocks as he continued to devour his member. Tearing himself away for a moment, Sin ripped off his own clothing, and threw them hastily on the bed. “Get on your knees, D
emon,” he demanded, eyes dazed with lust, “and suck my dick. Do it well, and I might reward you by letting you fuck me with that gorgeous instrument of yours.”
Rush watched miserably as Ash sunk to his knees, and took the other man’s swollen penis into his mouth. Sin’s head went back, his eyes rolled up in his head as Ash’s lips, and tongue continued to work its magic on his sex. After only a few minutes, Sin cried out, shooting wads of thick white cum into Ash’s mouth. Then he took it in his hand and shot some more, over Ash’s chest and on his stomach. Sin’s hands moved over Ash’s hair now, and caressed his face. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to have you inside me, and I don’t want you to hold anything back. Use me. Use me like a demon uses a whore. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Ash replied, his eyes glinting dangerously. “I understand.”
“But first,” Sin said, taking a step backward, “first before I enjoy that juicy dick of yours, you are going to do something for me.”
“Yes Master,” he said softly.
Sin’s eyes went to Rush. “You’re going to take the Sun King…by force.”
Rush’s eyes widened.
As Ash stood up and began to come towards him, Rush pleaded with his eyes. Ash didn’t seem to register anything. His black eyes were absolutely blank, his movements stiff and automatic. He picked Rush up around the waist and slammed him down on the bed. Ripping at his tunic, he hiked it up over his hips, tearing off his undergarment. “Not bad,” Sin said, slapping Rush’s buttocks. “Maybe when you are done with him, I’ll take him for a ride myself.”
Rush thrashed in the bed. Through the gags, he pleaded. “Don’t Ash. Please. Wake up. Wake up. It can’t happen like this.”
Ash got into position, then, he turned his head to look at Sin. “Go, go,” Sin urged. “Do it. Restore your father to his rightful place.”
“But then,” Ash said, turning around and standing up in front of him, “what is to become of you, Sin?”
Sin blinked. “What do you… Locklas Demonite Manios…Locklas Demon…” he began, but then a hand came out and grabbed him by the throat. Ash looked down into Sin’s face with a smile, while Rush struggled to turn around so that he could see what was happening. Ash squeezed as Sin attempted to scream. “It only works as long as you don’t touch me. Once you touch me, you’re mine. Pick up the sword,” Ash said, releasing his hold on him.
Sin walked over and picked up the weapon. “Please…” Sin said, trembling. “Please, all I wanted was to be used by you…to receive your sexual…to know…please don’t kill me.”
Ash titled his head. “Go back to my father, and tell him,” he paused, coming closer, his black eyes glittering with malice, “tell him that this hell he is in, is where I intend for him to stay.”
“You mean you’re not going to…?” Sin began.
“Get out, before I change my mind and decide to cut off your head,” Ash growled.
Sin grabbed his clothing and ran for the door.
Gently, Ash turned Rush around on the bed and took the sheet out of his mouth. “Are you all right?” he asked him.
Rush nodded, trying to get the raunchy taste out of his mouth. “I thought that…”
Ash looked pensive. “Abbadon is desperate. To reveal the secret words to this fool and…”
“So they work?” Rush gasped. “You really were under his…spell?”
“Yes, for a short time, until he touched me. By touching me, he broke the spell and transferred it to me. I just played along for awhile. Did I do anything embarrassing?” Ash inquired, lifting an eyebrow.
“You were beautiful…you are beautiful,” Rush whispered. Ash lowered his head and kissed his mouth, letting his tongue linger on his lips for a moment. Rush moaned, squirming in the ropes. Ash let his eyes play over him for a moment. Reaching down he opened up the buttons of his tunic, revealing his hard muscular chest. Lowering his mouth to one of his nipples, he suckled on one, letting his hand play with the other. Rush’s head lolled back. With the other hand, he pushed up the bottom of his tunic again, and began to fondle his cock. Gently he moved it back and forth, up and down, feeling his girth thicken and engorge itself. “Ash, Ash, stop,” Rush pleaded, “You’re driving me out of my mind.”
Ash laughed softly. “I know I can’t have you, but I can play with you, can’t I? Seeing you all tied up like this…well…” Ash literally licked his lips before lowering them to Rush’s mouth again.
Rush strained upward to grind his mouth into his. Having Ash hovering over him like this, stark naked, was exciting him to no end. Being tied up was also more exciting than he would have expected. Ash’s long hair brushed his check as he tore his mouth away from his. Leaning back, he let his eyes travel over the exposed flesh, lingering on the taunt nipples before dipping to the flat stomach and fully erect sex. “My, my,” Ash grinned, “you really are raring to go.”
Rush gave him a sassy look. “You think?”
Ash laughed, reaching down to untie the ropes at his ankles. Placing both hands on his knees now, he separated his thighs. “Untie my hands now please,” Rush urged.
Ash shook his dark head. “No.”
“No?” Rush laughed, his entire body trembling as Ash placed his lips on the upper part of his left thigh. “Ash…Ash…what are you…?”
“Stay still,” Ash murmured, his lips now moving over one of his testicles, a tongue darting out to lick around the base of his cock.
A jolt went through Rush’s body. The tongue dipped lower now, back to his balls. Rush squeezed his thighs closed around Ash’s head, as he felt the tongue now delve deep into his anus. “Umm…oh yes…yes…” he cried out.
As Ash listened to his cries of passion, he continued to stimulate him, darting his tongue deeper, thrusting, making sure it felt as much like his cock as possible. He wanted to experience him, taste him…give him as much pleasure as possible, without actually penetrating him. That hopefully would come one day. He wanted Rush to love him. He was suddenly so afraid to lose that look in his eyes…the look Rush had every time he looked at him. As he continued to tongue fuck him, he reached out his hand. He felt Rush’s strong hand curve around his, entwine his fingers…then squeeze it brutally, calling out “Ash…Ash…” as Rush’s cock pumped out its warm thick juices.
Ash raised his head. Rush was lying back on the bed now, his hands still tied behind his back. When Ash loomed down over him again, there was a smile on Rush’s face. Their eyes met and held for a moment then, Ash reached under him and untied his hands. As soon as he did; Rush wrapped his arms around him. He kissed him deeply, moving his hands down over his back. Ash closed his eyes, then put Rush away from him. “Enough,” he said softly. “We have to go now. We have to go back to the Kingdom, find my mother.”
Rush nodded, watching Ash get up and stretch like a cat, his sleek naked form so incredibly alluring, Rush thought that he could stay in this bed with him forever.
“Do you trust me, Rush?” Ash turned to him, putting on his pants.
“Yes,” Rush replied. “Why?”
“It’s important to me that you…” Ash stopped, looking down at him. “If we have to part, you will understand that it’s for your own good.”
Rush got up off the bed. “Part? Why should we have to part?”
Ash was now shrugging into his shirt, as Rush began to do up his tunic. When Ash didn’t answer, Rush placed a hand on his forearm. “Ash?”
“It doesn’t matter now. We’ll discuss it later. We have to be on the road. Sin will be back with my father soon. Let’s go.”
Rush followed Ash out the door, feeling very uneasy.
* * * *
“How was I to know that if I touched him, the spell wouldn’t work anymore?” Sin protested.
Abbadon scowled. Turning to Sin, he growled, “You miserable little slut. Everyone knows that. You failed me!”
Sin crouched into a corner. “I…I…am sorry…I…didn’t know about…” The words died in his throa
t, as Abbadon’s shadow completely obscured him.
CHAPTER NINE
Forsythia was extremely happy to see her son, but she wasn’t sure how to express it. He had never been what one would call affectionate. In fact, he had frowned on any affection she tried to show him as a boy. That’s why she was so shocked when he stepped forward to hug her…even more shocked than seeing Rush, the Sun King, standing behind him. “I don’t understand,” she said, slowly disengaging herself from her son. She ran her shrewd eyes over him for a moment, reassuring herself that he was still in one piece, then stared, mystified at Rush.
“Mother, this is…” Ash began, allowing Rush to move forward.
“I know who it is,” she said a little stiffly. “Ash…I…”
All around them stood the guards. They were on high alert for any sign of aggressiveness coming from the Sun leader. “He is our prisoner than?” Forsythia demanded, refusing to acknowledge Rush’s outstretched hand.
“No, he is our guest,” Ash replied, meeting her eyes. “We will speak about this matter in private. Guards,” Ash turned and eyed his men, “take the Sun King to the West quarters. Make sure he is comfortable and is brought food and drink. If one hair on his head is disturbed, you shall all answer for it. Is that understood?”
The guards all clicked the heels of their boots in unison and bowed their heads.
“It will be all right, Rush,” Ash told him, touching his shoulder. “Go with them. I shall be with you shortly.”
Rush nodded, and then followed the guards from the room. Aside from the two guards that remained posted at the door of the Royal chambers, Ash and Forsythia were alone. “What will Petrid say…the Sky Council will be…?”
