by D. J. Manly
“To hell with Petrid, and to hell with the council,” Ash cried, throwing up his hands. “Petrid and the council are not in charge here, I am!”
Forsythia lowered her head for a moment. When Ash saw her demeanour, he changed his tone. “I’m sorry, Mother. Listen to me, Rush means something to me. I…”
Forsythia looked up sharply. “What?”
“I…for the first time…I…”
Forsythia came closer. She reached up and touched her son’s cheek. How she had hoped for this. “You love him?”
He nodded.
Her face burst out into a smile. “Oh Ash…I…”
“Now,” he grinned, “don’t go getting all gushy on me.”
“I went to see your father,” she said, her face darkening. “Ash, he’s going to…”
“Shush,” he said, shaking his head. He placed a finger on her lips. “He sent me to do a job, a job which would have liberated him. I couldn’t do it…not after knowing Rush and…”
“It’s love,” Forsythia said.
He nodded. “This love is all well and good, but given your father’s magic; it is more spiritual than physical. We need to break the spell.”
His mother drew in some breath. She went to sit down. He came to her side, kneeling on one knee beside her. “Can you? Mother, breaking it, is the only way to save me from him, and to stop this war. So many people have died unnecessarily, and Rush and I will never be able to consummate our love unless…”
“You did that for him,” she said, searching her son’s handsome face. “You could have had him. This would be all over now. Your father would be above. You would be back in his favour. The entire universe would be at your feet. You could have any lover you choose and...”
“Do you want him above, Mother? Do you want Abbadon to rule?”
There was a long silence. “There’s a part of me,” Forsythia whispered, as if she was afraid Abbadon would hear, “that wants him, wants the raunchy excitement of his sexuality…but there’s another side of me that fears him…that fears that part of myself. You deserve to be happy Ash, and if my father devised a way to send Abbadon to hell…it must be because he belongs there. I don’t know if I can break the spell, but I will try.”
Ash reached up and hugged his mother’s neck. “Thank you Mother, thank you for all you’ve done to ensure that somewhere deep inside this demon hide… there still beats the heart of a man.”
* * * *
Rush lay down on the satin sheets and waited. The food and drink he’d been brought remained untouched at the side of the bed. He couldn’t help wondering if he’d made the right decision. Here he was in the bedroom of the enemy, people he’d been at war with for all of his life. Could he trust Ash? After all, he was Abbadon’s son. He couldn’t forget that. In his head, he could try and convince himself that he was here as a kind of Ambassador. After all, while he was here, Ash’s army were not slaughtering his men, or worst, attacking the inner city. But that was his head. What of his heart? Closing his eyes, he could still feel his hands on him, see his smile, and taste his lips. Damn you Ash. You are the last one in the entire world I expected to feel this way about. Still, Ash had spared him when the time came to cry victory. He had parted the walls of that prison and led him out into the sun, without considering the consequences. No. He had to trust him. His heart wouldn’t allow anything else.
* * * *
Petrid was waiting for Ash in the corridor. He didn’t want to interrupt him when he was speaking with his mother. He was confused, and just a little miffed that Ash had brought the enemy into their inner sanctum.
Ash stopped dead in the hall when he saw him. He had that sanguine grin on his face, the one he always wore before he unleashed his disapproval upon him. “Petrid,” Ash said, tasting his name in his mouth. “What can I do for you?”
Petrid’s cock began to pulse the moment he saw him. Beautiful, smug son of bitch. He had never bestowed his sexual favours upon him. “Lord, first may I say that we are happy to see that you are all right.”
We. Petrid always spoke as a collective, never on the behalf of himself. Ash nodded.
“Did you know that the men who followed you did not return. Sin was the only survivor. He swore that your men were killed by some kind of a demon. Are we now at war with Abbadon himself?”
Ash sighed. “I did not know. Send condolences to the families.”
“That has been done already. I took the liberty to…”
“Yes, yes, of course. As for being at war with Abbadon, that remains to be seen. Is there anything else?” Ash demanded, meeting his eyes.
“Why are we playing host to the Sun King? Are we no longer at war with them?”
“No. We are no longer at war with them,” Ash said curtly.
“This must be approved by the council,” Petrid said stiffly.
“It has been approved by me, that’s all that is needed,” Ash told him.
“And the soldiers that returned without your permission? Should we execute them?”
“Leave them be. Now if that’s all, I must see the Sun King. Go back to the council and tell them to be on alert for a briefing from me. Until then, do nothing.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Petrid replied, lowering his head as Ash brushed past him.
* * * *
Rush opened his eyes when he heard the door open, his body tense. When he saw Ash, he relaxed and smiled. “Hello,” he said.
Ash’s eyes moved to the uneaten food. “You must eat. I need you to be strong.”
“I will,” Rush replied, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. “So, what’s the news? Will your mother help us?”
Ash sat down on the side of the bed beside Rush. He took his hand. “She’ll try. She’s not sure she knows how. But, if anyone can break Deron’s magic, she can.”
Rush moved over behind Ash now and wrapped his legs around his hips. Gently, he began to knead his shoulders. Ash closed his eyes. “You’re so tense,” Rush whispered, letting his lips come to rest on his cheek as he continued to manipulate his muscles. Ash leaned back in his arms, his head falling on Rush’s shoulder. Rush leaned down and kissed his mouth, softly at first, then applying more pressure until Ash’s hand came up to sink into his long blond hair. As the passion in their kiss grew, Ash felt Rush’s sex harden against his back bone. Rush opened the top buttons of Ash’s shirt and dipped his hand down across his chest, letting one of his thumbs play against his taunt nipple. Ash moaned into his mouth, his own cock lifting away from his thigh. Rush moved backward, taking Ash down on the bed. Moving his body over his now, he stripped away the shirt and lowered his mouth to that same nipple, capturing it between his teeth. Ash grabbed Rush’s hand and dragged it to his aching organ, desperately trying to separate himself from the clothing that was getting in the way. Rush sat back for a moment, allowing Ash to pull his pants down over his hips. Admiring Ash’s body for a second, he smiled down at him. “If you’re not beautiful,” he sighed, shaking his blond head. He licked his lips, running both hands over the flesh of his chest, his stomach. Ash’s face flinched. He’d never felt so needy before, so exposed, so desired. It wasn’t contrived, it was real, and damn, it was more than he could take at the moment. Rush’s mouth was on his sex now. He took it deep into his throat, and moved his tongue around its circumference, giving it a gentle nibble from time to time. Ash closed his eyes, lifting his hips to drive himself deeper into the sublime ecstasy of that silky chamber. Rush’s mouth widened to accommodate Ash’s massive cock. Stretching it to capacity, he ignored the aching in jaw and concentrated on the sounds of pleasure that were coming from Ash, as he began to move up and down the length of it, varying his pace from slow to fast. When he felt the creamy liquid began to fill his mouth, he swallowed until he could swallow no more, then released Ash’s pumping organ so that he could watch his face contort, then relax in a state of pure peace and bliss. Rush pulled him close. Moving onto his side, he kissed him deeply, tasting cum and sex. They h
eld each other silently for a long time, then somewhere along the way, fell asleep.
* * * *
Forsythia sat in her father’s old study, pouring over his books of magic. The magic was old and had been handed down from generation to generation. After hours of going through the dusty material, Forsythia still wasn’t sure how to break the spell. The spell was called a Two Way Hold. It ensured that adherence to one rule by one party would guarantee that a completely different party remained in place. In it’s time it had been ingenious, even necessary, now it was redundant and detrimental. The fact that her son was in love had entranced her. At one time, she feared that he was incapable of such an emotion. The fact that he had fallen in love with the Sun King was unfortunate. Even if it did mean that finally this cursed war would end, their love seemed doomed, unless she could find a way to break the spell. Digging out several more large volumes of magic, Forsythia raised the lamp light in the room and laboured on.
* * * *
When Ash opened his eyes in the morning, the sun was shining brightly through the window. Rush sat on the window sill, naked, allowing the sun to penetrate his skin. His eyes were closed, and for a moment, it looked like he was praying. Ash let his eyes play over him. Beautiful. Too beautiful for words even, and at that moment, he looked so alone. Suddenly Rush opened his eyes and glanced over at Ash. He smiled. “Sleep well?”
“Umm, you?”
“I didn’t know demons slept,” Rush laughed. “At least not that soundly.”
“We don’t sleep like mortals, that’s true, but we do sleep. I think I needed it, so that I can face what lies ahead.”
Rush sighed. “It would be so much easier for me to just leave. Maybe your father…”
“My father,” Ash said sharply, “will never forgive the betrayal. It’s not in his nature to forgive.”
Rush nodded. Ash lowered his head onto his raised knees for a minute. “If there is no way to break the curse, Ash, then we will have to…”
“We will have to,” Ash replied, raising his head, “make do. I think I could live with you doing what you did to me last night,” he grinned.
“Just that?” Rush whispered, getting up off the window.
“If I had to,” Ash told him, watching him walk across the floor. He reached out to him as he came closer and pulled him down on the bed. “And you? Could you live with it?”
“Better that than living without you altogether,” Rush whispered, running his finger over his jaw. “But one night, I would want you inside me so bad, that I know I would not be strong enough to…I’d lose, Ash, that’s why if there is no way to break the spell, I will have to…”
“No,” Ash shook his head. “Don’t say that. I thought the same thing back in that little room, but not anymore. Hope is not lost yet. I promise I will never let you…”
“But Ash,” Rush said, “there will come a night when you won’t be able to stop yourself. We want each other so much that…”
“I have more self control than you think,” Ash said, lying back on the pillow. “We can endure this, even if…”
“Well maybe you can,” Rush snapped, getting off the bed. “I’m happy for you,” he said bitterly, “but I want you too much. I dream about it, I dream about having you inside of me. I want it. I want it almost as much as I want to protect my people from the underworld. You’re a demon. Maybe that gives you strength I don’t have, but I’m just a man, Ash. I’m just a man.”
Ash sat up. He saw the tears in his eyes. He wanted to comfort him, but damn it, he couldn’t. He was talking about leaving him, telling him that if they couldn’t break this spell, they would never see each other again. “If you want to give up,” Ash growled, “then go ahead, damn it. If you’re able to walk away from me…damn you…” Ash jumped out of bed, and pulled on his clothes. “Walk away then, leave me, to hell with you.”
Rush reached out to touch him, but Ash jerked away. Angrily, he stalked across the room, flung open the door and left. Stomping down the hallway, Ash stopped at the entrance of his own bed chambers. Two guards stood there attentively. Throwing open the door, he turned and glared at one of the guards. “Bring me Mirage and Derdra…and hurry up!”
The guard scampered away to do Lord Ash’s bidding.
* * * *
When a knock sounded on the door, Rush was sure that it was Ash coming back to make up. It was Forsythia, looking bleary eyed and rather sad. “Lord Rush,” she said, “Is Ash with you?”
“He was. He…”
“What’s wrong?” Forsythia said, coming into the room and closing the door behind her. She studied him for a moment, marvelling at his beautiful long white hair and well muscled body. He had a beautiful face, like an angel, but right now he looked rather miserable.
Rush shook his head. “Ash is angry at me. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand how much I love him, and how, that love will make me lose all resolve one day.”
“That’s why we must break this curse as quickly as possible. Don’t stop loving Ash, Lord Rush. He’s new to this.” She reached out and touched his forearm.
Rush nodded. “Did you find a way? Is there a way?”
She nodded gravely. “Yes, but before the two of you decide, you must consider it carefully.”
“If there is a way,” Rush said, “It doesn’t matter what we have to do. We will do it, or die trying…or at least, I will die trying.”
Forsythia closed her eyes. “I must tell both of you together. I will go and rest now. Later when Ash returns I will tell you the only way to break the spell.”
Rush nodded, bowing his head politely as she left the room.
* * * *
The two slaves trailed along behind the soldier, anxious to arrive at Ash’s chambers. They had been in his chambers before. It had seemed a long time ago but they remembered. Each and every little detail was vivid and clear, and as they stood waiting to enter their master’s chamber, their flesh tingled with the anticipation. The guard knocked on the door, then opened it, allowing the two sex slaves into the room.
Ash stood there in the room, wearing only a short silk robe. He put down the glass of liquor he held in his hand. He let his eyes take in Mirage. His cock and testicles were bound, and he wore a harness, with a huge wooden dildo attached. The dildo was planted deep in his anus. Umm. He would be so ready for him. Two heavy clamps swayed from his nipples, and there was a metal collar around his neck, with a chain that hung over his shoulder and trailed on the carpet. Scrumptious. Derdra was naked as well, except for a leather vest which bunched together her huge knockers, making them protrude almost obscenely. Her enormous brown nipples were gleaming with purplish glitter. They were in desperate need of clamps. The lips of her vagina were decorated with a variety of shiny clip-on studs, and it was neatly shaved so that Ash could almost see her swollen clitoris peeking out. He took his time inspecting both of them. Suddenly, he reached out and slapped at Derdra’s breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. He wasn’t feeling kindly right now. In fact, he was angry and hurt, and horny as hell. He continued to tweak her nipples as Mirage looked on. She whimpered, letting her head go back. Ash lowered his mouth and bit at the nipples, licking the flavoured glitter off. Slowly, he continued to lick, lapping at the brown nubs until they were as hard as ice. She tried to stand still as he lapped at them but it was impossible. She moaned with pleasure. Reaching down, he began to casually play with the studs on her vagina. She shifted her weight. Slowly, his tongue licked again and again at her nipples, while his finger now began to move up inside of her vagina. He looked up from her breasts to see her lips trembling. He went to his knees and began to tongue her clitoris, just enough to bring her to the edge. Then he stood back, leaving her in blissful agony.
Moving to Mirage, he reached down and unbound his glorious cock. Mirage gave a sigh, already hard from watching Ash play with Derdra’s nipples. Slapping his cock back and forth roughly, Ash said, “You like it rough?”
Mirage nodded, h
is eyes glinting.
“I’m going to fuck both of you for hours,” he whispered, pulling brutally on the nipple clamps.
Mirage moaned.
Ash continued to slap his cock, then moved around back to grab hold of the huge apparatus that was buried deep in Mirage’s ass. As he moved it back and forth, Mirage let out a cry of pleasure. Ash laughed and went back to Derdra. “Okay woman,” he said, “grab hold of Mirage’s collar and pull him over to the bed.”
Derdra obeyed immediately. Mirage lay down on his stomach, the clamps pulling his nipples brutally.
“Up on your knees, boy and spread them,” Ash told him, going over to the bureau to pour himself some more liquor. It was his third glass, and he was beginning to feel it.
He watched Mirage with pure lust as he raised his buttocks before him. Ash walked over to Derdra and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her deeply, and then stood back, ordering her to take off his robe. She did so immediately, undoing the sash and pushing it off his shoulders. Her eyes greedily took in his muscular body, his huge, fully erect cock. Moving over to the bed, Ash reached under Mirage and pulled off his nipple clamps. Coming back to Derdra, he secured them to her already extremely sensitive nipples. “Ooh,” she squirmed, smiling.
“Beautiful tits,” Ash slurred, reaching down to play with the metal clamps. Turning around, he stumbled toward the bed. Undoing Mirage’s harness, he pulled out the apparatus. Mirage let out a cry. “Stand up against the wall,” he told Derdra, “and spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, her breasts heaving, causing the clamps to clang together. Positioning the huge wooden cock, he began to impale her with it while she spread her legs further to get more of it inside of her. While he began to drive it deeper, Ash played again with her breasts, finally undoing the cord that held them to let them spring free in front of his eyes. Leaving the artificial devise inside her, he lifted her breasts with his hands and kissed them, pulling at the clamps with his teeth to make her cry out. Then he yanked the device out and pulled her around, and proceeded to insert it again, this time, deep in her anus. Heaving with pleasure, Derdra was on the brink. Going down on his knees, Ash tongued her to orgasm. She shuddered, crying out over and over as the huge toy waved above him. Getting off his knees, he pulled Derdra with him over to the bed, and plunged himself deep inside Mirage. Thrusting deeper and deeper into Mirage, he played with Derdra’s nipple clamps. Derdra lay down beside him so that Ash could have easy access to her breasts while he impaled Mirage. She even allowed her own hand to stray to her clitoris so that she could bring herself to orgasm. Ash didn’t even notice. He pumped and pumped himself inside of Mirage, who was screaming in delight. He was thinking only of Rush.
