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

  The first was a beautiful girl, no more than eighteen. She had a tiny waist, round delightful hips and enormous breasts with stiff dark nipples. Her arms were spread straight out, caught in leather cuffs, her huge breasts were lifted up with a leather harness which forced them forward, naked, inviting. Two heavy clamps pinched her nipples. Her legs were spread wide, ankles also held by leather cuffs. The lips of her vagina were wide open, metal clamps turning her vagina lips up to prominently reveal her clitoris. In her mouth was a wooden fixture shaped like the head of a man’s cock. Ash stopped in front of her, his eyes moving over the tempting flesh.

  “Like her?” Abbadon inquired.

  Ash licked his lips. He reached a hand toward one of the clamps on her nipple and pulled at it. She squirmed, moaning deeply.

  “She wants you. Do you want to take her, or visit the others?”

  Ash reached his hands forward again and took hold of the metal clamps on her nipples. Her breasts were so full, so scrumptious, that he immediately wanted to play with them. He removed the clamps, letting his tongue dance over one of her sore nipples, then the other. Again she moaned, pushing her exposed vagina towards him. Stepping back, he began to tweak her nipples. Without mercy he played with them, twisting, running the backs of his hands over them, then taking a handful of her breasts in his hands and viciously massaging them. He enjoyed watching her eyes roll back in her head, hearing the wanton moan rip through her as her head fell backwards. He bit at her nipples, taking one between his teeth, while he used the clamp on the other one. Lost, he was lost in lust, his sex swelling.

  His father watched with greedy eyes.

  Sweet liquid juices ran down the girl’s thigh, her clitoris transforming into an aching hard nub as Ash continued tormenting her breasts.

  Replacing the two clamps on her nipples, he gave each breast a little slap, watching them vibrate back and forth before moving on. He gave the lusting woman no relief.

  The next withering body belonged to a man. His cock was bound, positioned straight up. His hands were chained above his head. He wore a collar around his neck, his nipples peeking out of specially made holes in a see through shirt. Ash moved around the man. A six inch metal contraption in the shape of a man’s penis protruded from his anus. Ash wrapped his fist around it and pushed it in deeper. The man cried out with pleasure. Ash pulled it out a few inches, then plunged it back in. Again, the man cried out. Coming around to the front, Ash unbound his cock. It was already leaking pre cum and it was huge and thick. As he fondled it gingerly, the man moaned. Ash slapped it back and forth, the big body undulated. Coming around to the back, he withdrew the imitation cock from his anus, and put it into the man’s mouth. Reaching up and undoing the chains, he barked, “Get on your knees.”

  The man fell down in front of him.

  “Keep your legs spread, your anus exposed to me.”

  Eagar to please, the man did as he was asked, wanting only to receive some pleasure from this gorgeous devil.

  Turning back to the woman beside him, Ash undid her ankle and wrists clamps. “Keep the cock in your mouth, and don’t touch the clamps,” he said. “Come over here to me.”

  She walked over and stood before him. Ash pulled on the clamps. “Move your breasts. I want to see you shake them. It pleases me.”

  She pushed out her chest and moved her huge breasts back and forth in front of his gaze. As she did, the nipple clamps clanged together.

  The other bound men and women watched the scene, suffering in their flesh, wanting only to be a part of all that was happening. Sensing this, Ash ran his eyes over them and smiled. “We have all night. Good things come to those who wait.”

  “Keep swinging the breasts,” Ash told the woman, reaching down with one finger and gently grazing her aching clitoris.

  She let out what sounded like a whimper behind the object in her mouth.

  The man at his feet was still offering him a full view of his anus. Ash leaned down and took the object from his mouth. Turning around, he ran the object over the woman’s exposed vagina, and then as she still moved her breasts seductively back and forth, he sunk the object deep inside her. He pulled it out almost immediately, then sunk it back in. She was moaning, almost losing her balance as she tried to take the object deeper and deeper inside of herself. Ash took her hands and laid her gently on the floor. Spreading her legs wide; he began to fuck her at a furious pace with the object.

  She cried out. “Yes, yes…”

  Ash laughed, removing the clamps from her vagina lips. The woman rubbed her breasts, still moaning. He took the clamps off her nipples and pulled her to her feet. He suckled her breasts as she placed her hands in his hair, rubbing her vagina against his erect sex. The man on the floor had ejaculated. His face flushed, he tried to hold his position of spread legs and exposed anus.

  Ash turned the woman around. He threw the object aside, and while mauling her huge voluptuous breasts, he entered her from behind. He fucked her deeply, tipping her over, her breasts dangling into his eager hands. He pinched her nipples brutally when he came inside her, practically lifting her off the ground. She went down on her knees, panting, crying with pure pleasure and aching lust.

  Immediately hard again, Ash turned to the man at his feet. Grabbing the collar around his neck, he pulled him to his feet. Dragging him over to a table draped with a velvet cloth, Ash told him to get up on the table. “You’re back to me, on your knees,” he said.

  The man scrambled onto the table. Ash’s eyes scanned the others who were waiting. He would be benevolent. He would eventually allow them all to fornicate to their hearts content, but not until he played with every one of them. “Spread your legs, and go down on your face,” Ash told him. “Do you want to please me?”

  “Ah…yes…” he moaned. He displayed his anus prominently. Ash picked up a bottle of warm musk oil. Pouring it liberally onto his fingers, he began to rub it into the man’s backside. The ass in front of him was round and firm, quite delightful. It was trembling. “You want me to fill this ass for you?” he whispered softly.

  “Please,” the man begged.

  “Not yet,” Ash smiled devilishly. “Turn over.”

  The man did as he asked. Ash flattened him onto the table, pushing his legs roughly apart. He massaged the warm oil into the man’s throbbing cock. The man thrashed. “Be quiet,” Ash told him. Reaching over for the cock shaped dome, he put it into the man’s mouth.

  The man went into spasms as Ash continued to oil his cock, his balls, and then slip his fingers up into his anus. Slowly he stroked him deeply, then deeper, then with two fingers, three fingers.

  The man’s moaning became louder. Ash reached up and pinched one of his nipples with his free hand, spreading the oil on it as he did. Then lightly he stroked the hard bud, moving his thumb around in a circle as he continued to oil the man deep inside. And just when the man thought that he could take no more without losing his mind, Ash flipped the man’s legs up over his shoulders, and lowered his cock into the awaiting orifice.

  The remainder of the night was filled with many other delights. He sighed now, remembering, uttering a sound of contentment. Sitting up, his stomach still full with food and wine, he looked around him at the walls of stone. He could hear the screams of torture coming from the demon den, and suddenly remembered where he was. Torture, cruelty, domination...there was no real joy here.

  “But the chains of the slaves are loose enough so that they may escape if they like. They wish to be slaves. Being sexual slaves gives them immeasurable pleasure.” Abbadon said suddenly, his voice seeming to come out of nowhere.

  Ash stood up. He saw Abbadon now standing in the entrance to the room. “Perhaps you’re right. I don’t know the meaning of the word pleasure.”

  “Last night, were you not in ecstasy?”

  “Fleeting ecstasy,” Ash replied. “It seems as if it is never enough to sustain me.”

  “You are a demon. You were born to be insatiable,” his father shru
gged, coming closer, his darks wings fluttering at his sides.

  “What are they for?” Ash asked, indicating the wings. He didn’t want to discuss happiness with Abbadon. It was beyond his understanding.

  “We could fly once like the birds in the trees, but being condemned here below, has caused our wings to deteriorate. Perhaps I shall never know flight again.”

  Ash felt a momentary pang of sadness for him.

  “Even if your mission is a success, the ability to…”

  “My mission,” Ash said harshly, cutting him off. The sounds of suffering below were growing intense. He wanted to leave this place now. “What if I simply refuse to carry through with this mission? What if I abandon everything…even my place as ruler of the Sky people?” Ash folded his arms across his chest defiantly.

  Abbadon raised an eyebrow. “Then your life would be forfeit, my son.”

  Ash licked his lips. He shivered, although the heat coming from below was intense. He knew Abbadon meant it.

  “It is simple enough. Get to the Sun ruler and make him break the rule. That’s all there is to it. With your beauty,” his father said, running his eyes over Ash’s naked body, “your powers of seduction, your prowess in the art of giving pleasure; well…it seems almost criminal doesn’t it?”

  “You yourself told me that he is devout, that he takes the rule to heart more so than his father,” Ash pointed out. “Perhaps it will be more difficult than you believe.”

  “He carries a heavy burden for one so young. His celibacy ensures the freedom of his people, freedom from the darkness. But, he is no match for you.”

  “And how do you suggest I get close enough to Rush? Must I remind you that we are at war?”

  “Yes, that means you will have to allow yourself to be taken prisoner.”

  Ash’s jaw dropped. “What did you…say?”

  “You heard me. It is the only way. It’s not as if you can stroll into the Sun Valley and introduce yourself. Rush would never trust your motives.”

  “You expect me to give myself over to the humiliation of being his captive? Do you realise what a prize I am…the commander of the very army which has wiped out a quarter of his people! Do you think he will even spare my life?”

  “Oh, he will spare your life…because you will be quite a trophy. And by the time he gets around to executing you, you will have seduced him, made him break the rule, and the Sun people will be banished below.”

  “I will not give myself over to the enemy,” Ash shouted, shaking his head.

  Suddenly without warning, the edge of his father’s tail rose up straight into the air. Reaching out with a force of its own, it swished up around him, coming to curl around his throat, tightening until Ash could no longer breathe.

  As his air began to shut off to his lungs; his mind blurred with terrible images of torture and death. Then a powerful voice filled his ears, shaking him to his inner soul. “Either take your chances with the sun ruler, or die for certain by my hand. It is of no consequence to me. You will do as I say.”

  He had no choice. He would have to put himself at the mercy of Rush, the ruler of the Sun.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Deep in the valley of the sun, Rush prepared for his morning ritual. First, he paid homage to the sun god, his direct ancestor, by kneeling in front of the sun dial. Next, he laid naked on a flat rock next to the sparkling river, allowing the sun rays to penetrate his skin and give him strength to face another day. For a half hour, he meditated, his eyes closed, praying for the courage to keep his vow. As he sat up and looked around him, he lifted his waist length platinum hair off his neck, letting a momentary cool breeze brush against his skin. He stood up to his full six foot height, and moved his hands down over his skin which gleamed like burnt oranges in the hot morning sun. Narrow waist, slim hips with a generous sex and broad muscular torso, his body made a perfect V. He knew that many lusted for him in the valley, but they did their most to hide their desire, not wanting to present him with any additional temptation. As his fingers played around the base of his cock for a moment, he closed his eyes, almost forgetting himself. He grasped it in his hand and squeezed his eyes shut. He shouldn’t touch himself, it only increased the agony, but the sun shining down on him had somehow triggered an erection, something that was quite familiar to him at this time of morning. He gave his sex a brutal squeeze, then began to move his hand up and down slowly at first, then faster and faster until he fell against the rock, his head flown back, his other hand moving up to squeeze one of his stiffened nipples. He let his tongue move over his lips. His fingers felt the creamiest of his thick cum, and he sighed. Sometimes he felt like a clock that had been wound too tight. Every once in a while, he needed to tweak the spring, loosen it somewhat so he could breathe.

  Coming to an upright position, he opened his sea blue eyes and picked up his white robe. Wrapping it around himself, he headed back into the palace. His war councillor, Talon, was there, an older man with a wrinkled face and narrow green eyes. “Rush,” he said, “thank God. Where have you been?”

  “You know I take this time each morning,” Rush said, moving over to his scented bath. “What is it you want?” Two female servants hurried over to his side. He waved them away. “I will wash myself, but I would like you to re-braid my hair.”

  The two servants moved around behind the bath. They lifted his long hair out, beginning to carefully divide it into a multitude of sections.

  Talon was impatiently waiting for Rush to give him his full attention. “We are losing this war, my Lord,” Talon burst. “Ash’s army attacks from all sides. He has moved deeper into our territory. It will not be long until…”

  Rush closed his eyes for a minute. “He is a highly skilled warrior. He is doing the will of Abbadon, the demon king. He is his puppet. How can we fight that?”

  “He is his son, my Lord,” Talon added.

  “I am aware of that. He also has the magic of the Sky people. He is Deron’s grandson. Do you know how powerful Deron was?”

  Talon sighed. “Yes, I remember. It was in the time of your father. Rush, I am talking to you not only as your advisor, but as your friend. We are losing badly. It will not be long until Ash and his warriors attack the valley itself. I think we should try to negotiate a deal with…”

  Rush laughed out loud. “Make a deal with Ash? Are you serious? Do you realise what you are asking me? You are asking me to make a deal with the devil.”

  “The son of the devil, my lord, and might I remind you half his blood is Sky which means he may have some compassion. We may be able to reason with him.”

  Rush remained silent for a moment. The servants went on braiding his long platinum hair. After a few moments, Rush said softly, “I know how many of our people have fallen. I have been in these battles, Talon. I know what these warriors are capable of. I have studied the culture of not only the Sky, but of the Incubus. I know what you say is true. We can not win against Ash.”

  Suddenly Rush rose out of the tub and reached out for his robe. One of the servants handed it to him, while the other completed the braiding.

  “All done, my Lord,” the servant announced, as Rush stepped into his robe.

  “What are you saying, Rush?” Talon asked. “Should I make plans to...?”

  “I am saying, Ash will win this war,” he met Talon’s eyes, “but we will fight until the end, no matter the cost.”

  Talon opened his mouth. Rush put up a hand. “I will say no more. Prepare. We ride in an hour.”

  It was with a heavy heart that Rush mounted his horse and prepared to lead his men once again into battle. As he watched them kiss their loved ones goodbye, he felt such utter sadness. The Sun people had never known war until his father had involved them in a conflict that had nothing to do with them. As a result, his people were on the brink of extinction, not to mention the burden of chastity he had had to carry in order to save his people from eternal darkness. But none of that had any meaning now. He had to bare the responsibi
lity for what his father had done. It was his destiny to fight until the bitter end, and then to succumb to that half Incubus Demon, Ash. And he knew, given the heritage of his nemesis, that he could expect no mercy.

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  Ash brought his men to a halt less than twenty kilometres south of Sun Valley. So far today they had met with no resistance, but then he hadn’t expected any. Rush’s army was spread thin and given the ground that he had grained, Rush was bound to leave more soldiers to guard the borders of the Valley. He had made a strategic guess that Rush would lead his men North toward Eden. Eden was a small community of Sun people who lived in a small valley, surrounded by mountains. It was a much better place to be in terms of being able to ambush the enemy.

  The men were made to dismount from their horses just as Ash put up a hand. “Before you rest, I need to have a word,” he said.

  The men stilled, giving him their full attention.

  “Right now, we are mere miles away from a final victory. And although I know you will find this difficult to understand, I must ask you to obey me in all I say to you now.”

  There was a slight stirring in the crowd.

  Ash looked around at the faces of those in the front lines. They had given everything to this war, without really having any specific passion for it. They had simply followed him…some out of fear…some out of lust…some, because they wanted to gain highly placed positions after this was all over. What ever their motives, he was about to tell them that the final victory would have to wait a few days. “Men, I want you to make camp here.”

  One of his General’s, a young man named Connerly made an audible sound which sounded like a scream.

  Ash held up his hand again as many of his men began to speak at once. “Listen,” he said. “I must ride to Eden. My reasons are my own and I have no intention of explaining them. Know this; final victory will only be obtainable if I am taken prisoner by the Sun ruler.”

  “Are you mad?” Connerly demanded. His sentiments were being echoed by the others. “They will torture and execute you.”