Ashe and the Glass Sword

by KuroKoneko Kamen

  “My…associate Miss Hydie,” Gothel informed Ashe.

  “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Milady,” Ashe said politely.

  The young woman’s mischievous smile widened as if she knew Ashe was lying. “Is it?”

  “Yes, yes.” Christian flapped his hand in an impatient manner. “I’m sure he’s quite impressed by all of you. Hurry up and bring out the entrée, Ashe. I’m starving.”

  “Yes, Lord Tremaine.” Ashe hurriedly collected the empty plates and left the dining room.

  In the kitchen, Ashe took the duck out of the oven, sliced it into generous portions, and served six plates. As Lord Tremaine had instructed Ashe included the salade on the plate along with the duck. He put the six plates onto a tray and carried it into the dining room.

  Ashe was just about to use his foot to open the door to the dining room when he heard voices, and couldn’t help but pause to eavesdrop on their conversation.

  “That’s him. Isn’t it? The dud,” Doriana said in a flippant tone. “Such a shame things didn’t work out for you like they did for me, Christian.”

  “He may still awaken,” Christian muttered unhappily.

  “That’s highly unlikely at his age,” Reginald said. “It’s a pity, but he is the last of his kind. Your only chance, Christian.”

  “There are other ways,” Gothel put in.

  “Undesirable ways, you mean,” Reginald said, his lip curling back in disgust. “I doubt Lord Tremaine wishes to join the legions of the undead.”

  Christian’s gray eyes flashed with anger. “You promised me-!”

  Reginald swiftly interrupted Christian. “You have yet to deliver results either.”

  “I’m working on it,” Christian grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

  “I sometimes wonder if I brought back the wrong man for the job,” Reginald said in a faux blasé tone. “I expected better from a criminal underworld boss.”

  “I am the right man,” Christian insisted, pounding a fist on the table.

  “No matter,” Reginald waved his hand dismissively through the air. “Another opportunity may soon present itself. I’ve heard rumors that Queen Krista wants Princess Juleka to marry. If she were to marry one of your sons, Lord Tremaine, well…problem solved. There is to be a ball held in the princess’s honor. I want both your sons to attend.”

  “Of course, Reginald, only…” Christian rubbed a hand over his mouth in an uneasy gesture. “My sons are a bit…”

  “Ugly? Uncouth? Freakish? Strange? Fat?” Doriana readily supplied.

  Christian shot Doriana a heated glare. “Rough around the edges,” he corrected diplomatically.

  “There are ways to force the match,” Reginald drawled. “A love spell. Or even just one of your sons managing to impregnate her would do. For the sake of her honor she would have to marry him.” An evil glint shone in the King’s eyes. “It’s a pity my current wife is still alive or else I could take the Princess Juleka myself. I do enjoy deflowering virgins.”

  “Whatever it takes then…” Christian murmured. “The ends justify the means.”

  “Exactly, Christian,” Reginald purred. “I knew you’d catch on quick.”

  “A shame Ashe isn’t your son,” Doriana said keenly. “I bet he would be able to win fair Juleka’s heart without the use of spells or force.”

  “Ashe is not my son!” Christian pounded his fist upon the table again. “He is nothing but a lowly servant. He wouldn’t be good enough to lick the princess’s glass slippers!”

  Ashe didn’t understand most of what these people were talking about. But he did understand that Princess Juleka Glass was in grave danger. Ashe shrugged. Not my problem. It’s not like I even know her. I’m sure the Royal Guard can protect her.

  Ashe knocked on the door before entering the dining room. As Ashe walked around the table and set down the entrée plates he could feel everyone’s gazes on him. He suddenly felt like a mouse in a pit of snakes. These people were incredibly dangerous although Ashe couldn’t exactly pinpoint why he knew this. He could just feel it deep in his bones. It was a gut instinct. Who are they really?

  Ashe did have one idea. Although, it was crazy, and Ashe thought that he was probably being paranoid. They can’t be members of The League of Villains, can they? Lord Tremaine is evil, but he’s not that evil. I doubt he would contemplate something like World Domination.

  The rest of the evening passed by uneventfully with Ashe finally serving the chocolate mousse for dessert. As he set down the last crystal cup filled with mousse before one of Lord Tremaine’s guests he let out a breath of relief. This nerve-wracking dinner party was almost over, and it appeared as though Doriana Gray had no intention of revealing Ashe’s secret.

  Unfortunately, Ashe lowered his guard and turned to look at Doriana. She smiled wolfishly at him in response. Ashe swallowed a lump of nervousness, and hurriedly made his way back to the kitchen so that he could get started on washing the dishes.

  When Ashe heard the door to the kitchen open he didn’t bother glancing in its direction because he assumed it was Lord Tremaine. “Yes, Lord Tremaine?”

  Next Ashe heard the kitchen door being locked. What the fuck? Ashe turned around to see Doriana Gray standing there with an amused expression on her face.

  “I’m not your Master.” Doriana walked over to Ashe, sashaying her hips seductively.

  Ashe gulped, but was unaffected by her feminine wiles. He hated women after all.

  “I can see that,” Ashe remarked in a droll tone. “Did you need something, Lady Doriana?”

  There was a predatory glint in Doriana’s gray eyes. “Need? Hmm. Yes, I do believe I need something. You.” Doriana reached out, grabbed Ashe’s tie, and started to undress him.

  Ashe put his hands on Doriana’s shoulders and pushed her back. “No.”

  A bewildered expression settled over Doriana’s lovely face. A man had never rejected her before, after all. “No? Are you saying you don’t want me?” Her voice was laced with disbelief.

  “I don’t want…anyone,” Ashe rubbed the back of his neck in a chagrined gesture. “Look. It’s nothing personal. I have no interest in sex, Milady. I have no…needs.”

  “Hmm. That’s not true though, is it?” Doriana tilted her head at Ashe while giving him a scrutinizing look. “I know who you really are. I recognized you the moment I saw you. You’re the mysterious ‘Heart Breaker’ of Glass City who seduces women for money or jewels, and who never sleeps with the same woman twice. What’s interesting is that those rumors about you all say you’re a lord. It was quite the surprise to discover that you’re a servant.”

  Ashe flinched guiltily. Shit!

  “I thought you were ogling my breasts earlier, but you were really ogling this, weren’t you?” Doriana fingered her diamond and ruby necklace in a keen manner.

  Ashe’s gaze was instantly drawn to the expensive necklace. In Ashe’s mind jewels equaled money, and money equaled freedom. And Ashe wanted nothing more than freedom. A hungry glint formed in Ashe’s golden eyes.

  Doriana nodded knowingly. “You want this necklace, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” Ashe admitted in a low voice.

  “I think I can guess why you need money so badly.” Doriana hopped up onto the kitchen table, spread her legs, which caused her short tube dress to ride up her thighs, and crooked her finger at Ashe. “I think you know how to earn it. Come here, Pet.”

  Ashe obediently made his way over to Doriana and stood between her legs. “Kiss me,” Doriana ordered. And Ashe did. He kissed her with as much fake passion and desire as he could muster. Ashe prodded at her mouth with his tongue, and Doriana eagerly opened her mouth to let him deepen their kiss.

  Ashe plunged his tongue into her mouth, and swirled his tongue around hers in a way that was making Doriana feel lightheaded. She’d been kissed hundreds of times, but this…was impressive. When Ashe started to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth mimicking the motions of sex she
moaned against his mouth, and grinded her crotch against his.

  Ashe felt Doriana boldly grinding against him and pulled his crotch back slightly. She probably expected Ashe to get hard by what she was doing, but he never got hard in these situations. He’d never had an erection before. Nor did he want to have one. He was glad he’d never gotten an erection because that meant he’d never come inside a woman and never fathered any bastard children.

  So that she could speak Doriana placed her hands on Ashe’s shoulders and pushed him back gently, forcing him to break their kiss. Her peachy complexion was flushed, and she was panting slightly. Her gray eyes were glazed with lust, and she licked her kiss-swollen lips. “I need you inside of me, Ashe,” Doriana purred.

  Ashe gave Doriana a stiff nod. He had no choice but to comply with her desires. He wanted that necklace, and would do anything to get it. Ashe undid his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. He stroked his cock a few times just for show as if he were getting it hard and ready for her. Doriana watched what he was doing with a hungry glint in her eyes, and spread her legs wider.

  Ashe slid his hand up her thigh and when he reached her core he was surprised to discover that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Ashe looked up and raised his eyebrows at her. “Really?” Ashe questioned as he gently ran his index finger over her slick entrance. She was already wet with lust.

  Doriana let out a husky chuckle and shrugged. “I was hoping to get lucky tonight. I usually sleep with Reginald when his wife isn’t around. And Lord Tremaine isn’t too bad in the sack either. I’ve tried to seduce Gothel, but…maybe he’s only interested in Miss Hydie?”

  Ashe froze and the blood started to drain out of his face. “You’ve had sex with King Reginald…and Lord Tremaine?”

  Doriana’s gray eyes glittered with amusement. “Yes. Well, not at the same time. Unfortunately.” She tapped her chin as she thought about the nice visual image that was producing inside of her head. “I should figure out a way to arrange that.”

  “You’re playing with fire!” Ashe snapped. “If they find out about each other…” And if they find out about me…I’ll be as good as dead. He thought, a chill of fear crawling up his spine.

  Doriana cackled and waved her hand dismissively through the air. “Oh, they’re well aware! They know I like to sleep around, and they don’t mind sharing. My lust is insatiable. One man would never be enough to fully satisfy me.”

  Ashe gaped at her. No ‘lady’ would ever talk the way Doriana was. It shocked Ashe to his very core.

  “Don’t look so shocked,” Doriana chided. “Women enjoy sex too. And I really enjoy having sex with handsome men. I’m not going to let propriety stop me from doing what I enjoy. I live for pleasure.”

  “You talk like a common whore,” Ashe said coldly.

  “Where I’m from women are free to express their sexual desir, and explore their sexuality,” Doriana said with a sly smile. “Fantasia is stuck in the medieval era. Women are still going around pretending they don’t enjoy sex with their husbands, and that it’s only purpose is procreation. Where I’m from women can make men submit to them instead of the other way around.”

  Ashe arched an eyebrow at Doriana. “Where are you from exactly?”

  Doriana’s smile widened and she leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. “Would you believe me if I told you I’m from another world called Earth? I used to live in a country called England before I was brought here to Fantasia through a magic mirror.”

  “You’re from another world?” Ashe asked, and a sudden thought occurred to him. “Like Lord Tremaine?” He did his best to keep his tone casual.

  “I’m surprised you figured that out,” Doriana said with an impressed look on her face. “You’re right. Christian is also from Earth, but he was brought here from another era. Christian was born in 1898. He grew up to be an American gangster.”

  “Gangster?” Ashe questioned.

  “Well, to be more precise he was a crime boss,” Doriana informed him. “A boss of the criminal underworld that dealt with the buying and selling of drugs and weapons. Christian likes to think of himself as Al Capone’s Archrival, but he’s been completely forgotten in the history books.” She giggled at the sad truth.

  “Who’s Al Capone?” Ashe asked with a frown.

  “A famous American gangster,” Doriana said.

  In that moment Ashe’s suspicions were finally confirmed. Lord Christian Tremaine and his sons really were from another world.

  “Hurry up and fuck me, Ashe,” Doriana said in an impatient tone. “I want you to make me come while screaming your name.”

  “If Lord Tremaine or Reginald discovers I laid a hand on what is theirs…” Ashe trailed off with a shudder.

  “I belong to no one, Ashe,” Doriana countered. “And I will never belong to just one man. Now, fuck me.”

  Ashe guided his flaccid cock to Doriana’s entrance, and entered her fully with one powerful thrust. Doriana gasped at the sensation of being stretched and filled.

  Ashe grabbed the back of Doriana’s neck and brought her closer so that he could kiss her.

  As he started to thrust his cock in and out of her tight, wet sheathe Ashe swirled his tongue skillfully around Doriana’s. Doriana eagerly kissed him back, sucking on his tongue. Even all this was unable to make Ashe hard. He hoped Doriana wouldn’t notice.

  None of the women he’d pleasured before had noticed that he’d never gotten an erection. A flaccid cock could pleasure a woman just as well as an erect one, but in Ashe’s experience it was difficult for the stimulation to be enough to make a woman come.

  This wasn’t Ashe’s first performance though, and he knew what he had to do. He waited until he could tell Doriana was on the verge of her orgasm, but unable to tip over the edge. Then Ashe stepped back, quickly shoved his flaccid cock back into his pants, and sank to his knees. His face was at the perfect height to stare directly at her glistening sex.

  Ashe placed his hands on her thighs, spread her legs, and then brought his mouth to her sex. He started to enthusiastically lick her core.

  Doriana threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. She placed a hand on the top of Ashe’s head to bring his face even closer to her sex, and grinded her core wantonly against his mouth. “Oh, yes! That feels so good, Ashe!” Doriana gasped. “Please, Ashe, I need to come…” Ashe started to suck and nibble at her sex, and this finally pushed Doriana over the edge. “Oh, Ashe! Yes!”

  Ashe pulled back, licked his lips, and stood up. He watched as Doriana’s body trembled from the pleasure of her orgasm. After Doriana had finally stopped trembling she looked up at Ashe with a sated expression on her flushed face. “How was I, Milady?” Ashe asked in a smug tone.

  “Not bad,” Doriana panted with a glint in her gray eyes. Her chest was rising and falling with her heaving breaths and her peaked nipples were visibly pressing against the flimsy material of her red tube dress. “You’re a pro at oral sex. But as for real sex…” She looked down at Ashe’s crotch pointedly. “You appear to be a novice.”

  Ashe’s expression grew shuttered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Milady.”

  “Did you really think you could fool me with that little performance of yours?” Doriana asked with raised eyebrows. “You weren’t hard. I’m a little insulted that I didn’t give you an erection.”

  “The fault lies with me, Milady. I can’t…” Ashe trailed off uneasily.

  “Get it up?” Doriana asked bluntly. “Hm. Erectile dysfunction? Or is it psychological? A little Viagra could do wonders for you. Yes. Drugs. An aphrodisiac? Wait, have you never come inside of a woman?” She gave him a searching look.

  Ashe flinched at her rude, invasive question and remained silent. Doriana’s gaze turned predatory. “You’re almost still a virgin then. I like corrupting virgins. Reginald and I have that in common.” A cat’s paw smile formed on her face.

  Ashe held his hand out to Doriana expectantly. “The necklace.”

>   Doriana surprised him by slapping his hand away and laughing in his face. “Did you really think you earned this necklace with that sub par performance of yours?” Doriana challenged. “No. Until you come inside of me I won’t give you this necklace.” She tapped the necklace with her fingers, showing off her long, red painted nails.

  “That will never happen,” Ashe scoffed.

  “I just need a little more time with you,” Doriana said, tapping her chin with her index finger. “I’ve decided to take you home with me, Pet.”

  Ashe frowned. “Lord Tremaine would never…”

  “Never what?” Doriana arched an eyebrow. “Loan you out to me? Oh, yes, he will. Especially, if you need to be punished for your vile actions.”

  “Punished? For what?” Ashe shot back hotly. “Giving you what you wanted?”

  “Why, punished for raping me, of course,” Doriana said silkily.

  A horrified expression settled over Ashe’s face. “I didn’t rape you!”

  “But Lord Tremaine doesn’t know that, does he?” Doriana’s red lips curled into a sinister smile right before she opened her mouth and started screaming: “Help! Someone! Please! Help me!”

  Ashe swiftly covered Doriana’s mouth with his hand and glared at her. “You traitorous bitch!” He could feel Doriana smiling against the palm of his hand.

  Seconds later, there was a loud banging on the kitchen door followed by the sound of someone kicking the door in. Then Lord Tremaine waltzed into the kitchen with a furious look on his face. He glanced between Doriana and Ashe, and took in their disheveled appearances. His expression darkened and a frown formed on his face. “Ashe, what is the meaning of this?”

  “Lord Tremaine, I can explain,” Ashe started hurriedly. “Lady Doriana asked me to have sex with her, I-”