Ash, Son of the Demon God, Tarot, the Devil Page 7

  When Ash spoke, his tone actually sounded sympathetic. “You’re right, it’s not fair,” he said softly, sitting up on the bed.

  “Do you make it your business to read all my thoughts?” Rush demanded.

  “Not all your thoughts, Rush. Some of them are downright boring,” Ash replied, stifling a yawn.

  Rush made a face at him.

  Ash chuckled, and reached for the robe, slipping it over his head.

  Rush let out an audible sigh of relief.

  Ash paused, meeting his eyes. “You’re hard as rock. I could take care of that for you.”

  Rush moved his hand almost instinctively in front of his genitals. It was true. He was hard. That wasn’t unusual. It was just that he couldn’t do his meditative exercises, which helped give him the strength to control his sexual urges. “I’m fine,” he added. “I’m starving,” he said, changing the subject.

  “Understandable,” Ash said, standing up, stretching up his long arms. “I can probably last a lot longer than you without food.”

  “You do eat?”

  “Yes, I eat,” he grinned, “…little children mostly.”

  Rush gasped, then, realized Ash was putting him on. “Very funny.”

  “You bought it there for a minute,” Ash accused, lifting a dark eyebrow.

  Rush stood up. “I didn’t really…”

  “Yes,” Ash insisted, coming to stand closer to him, “you did. You think you know everything about me.”

  Rush met his eyes. For a moment, he felt almost consumed by them. “Maybe I don’t know you,” he whispered. “Why don’t you enlighten me?”

  “What do you want to know?” Ash shrugged, moving away again.

  Rush felt as if he could breath again. “I…I don’t know…I guess…I want to know who you really are.”

  “I’m the son of Abbadon, god of the Underworld,” he said, his teeth clenched.

  “Is that all you are?” Rush asked him.

  “Isn’t that enough?”

  “You are defined totally by that, Ash?”

  The way he said his name suddenly unnerved it. It sounded like a caress. “Am I defined by that? Yes, I think I am.”

  “Do you want to be?”

  Ash turned around now and looked at him. Rush. He felt a little dazed when he looked at him. No one had ever had this kind of effect on him before. His skin was so fair, his hair so light…he was light…the light to his darkness. Those blue eyes were looking at him now, waiting for an answer to his question. “Who’s supposed to be the tempter here?” Ash inquired.

  “I asked you a simple question. Besides, we don’t have anything else to do now, do we?”

  “Don’t we?” Ash issued him an unabashed smile.

  A flush came to Rush’s handsome face, causing Ash to throw back his dark head and howl with laughter.

  “Laugh demon boy, laugh,” Rush growled.

  “Boy? Well, I do object to that,” Ash finally managed to say when he stopped laughing. “I assure you, I am no boy.” The look he gave Rush was filled with innuendo.

  Rush shook his head. “Didn’t mean to hurt your ego. So, answer the question if you are MAN enough. Do you want to be more than just the son of Abbadon?”

  Ash licked his full lips, letting his eyes travel over Rush for a minute. He could almost taste him now, and it had been some time since he’d satisfied his lustful cravings.

  “You don’t intend to answer, do you Ash?” Rush threw at him.

  “I grow bored of this silly game,” Ash tossed.

  “You’re a coward, and you’re not man enough to answer my question,” Rush accused, then, backed up a few paces as he noticed that Ash’s black eyes were quickly filling with fury.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Petid was the man in charge now that Ash was gone. He was the head of the Sky Council, and under a lot of duress. A few days ago, the majority of Ash’s army had returned without him, claiming that Ash surrendered to the enemy. Ten men had decided to defy their leader and attempt a rescue in Sun Valley. Upon hearing the news, Ash’s mother had taken a few men without his authorization and went off to meet with Abbadon at the earth’s core. If anything happened to her, Ash would flay him alive. Now, Sin had returned, alone, with some story about a demon women seducing and killing all the men, except him. He was hoping to gain sexual favours from Ash. He was now in a position of supreme authority, if he did a good job, he was sure that Ash would reward him. He had to think about what he needed to do.

  Sin knew he was in a lot of trouble. First, he had disobeyed a direct order from Ash and followed Connerly. Secondly, those men were all dead, and he was the only survivor. He didn’t really think before he had come through the gates of the Sky Kingdom. And Petid was in charge, that power hungry bastard, who wanted to be in Ash’s sexual favour. He had never cared for Sin.

  “So, again, tell me about the demon?” Petid demanded, going to sit on his chair in front of the grand conference table.

  Sin sighed. “I told you. She was pretending to be a woman who was kidnapped by the sun people…said she was a sex slave and…”

  “The sun people don’t have sex slaves. Rush would never allow it,” Petid sneered.

  “I know that. I was suspicious from the beginning, but the others were…”

  “Thinking with their cocks?” he suggested.

  Sin nodded.

  “If it was a demon, like you say, it means that it was sent by either Ash or Abbadon. Why would Ash destroy his own men?”

  “Ash didn’t send her,” Sin shook his head. “It must have been Abbadon.”

  “Although,” Petid rubbed his chin, “you did disobey him. Perhaps he did send the demon, to punish you. Why did Ash surrender to Rush? This part makes no sense to me.”

  “I don’t know. He said he was on a mission for Abbadon,” Sin replied. “That’s all I know, really.”

  Petid nodded. Pushing some of his short red hair off his forehead, he stood up. “I could have you executed.”

  Sin went into a panic. “But…I…I…what for?”

  Just because I can, you little Prick, Petid thought. But instead, he would simply send him on a suicide mission. “If I decide to spare your life,” Petid mused, stepping down from his chair behind the table and coming closer to Sin, “then you will have to do something for me in return.”

  The sweat ran down Sin’s face, and from under his armpits. He licked his lips nervously. “Yes, yes, my Lord,” he gave him a little bow, “what is it that you need me to do?”

  Petid smiled. “I want you to go to the earth’s core, and bring back Forsythia.”

  Sin tried to conceal his delight. “That’s very dangerous, My Lord,” he said, lowering his head so that Petid couldn’t see his smile.

  “Yes, well, it’s either die for certain here, or take your chances with Abbadon. Which do you prefer, Sin?”

  “It looks like you leave me no choice,” Sin sighed, “I will go.”

  * * * *

  Forsythia walked to the cave’s entrance with mixed feelings. She was infuriated with Abbadon for being so guarded about Ash’s fate. He seemed so angry with their son. She knew that when he was in that state of mind, he was capable of anything. On the other hand, her lust for him was so overwhelming, her head was spinning. Leaving him now made her feel as if her heart were literally being ripped in two. He didn’t ask her to leave. He didn’t insist that she stay. As much as her passion for him consumed her, she couldn’t live here with him. His lust was without limit. It was in demand from all of the Incubus, male and female, and as their god, he was predestined to bestow sexual favours to his people. She knew she’d always have a special place in his heart, and as much as he denied it, he did have a heart…although sometimes it was made out of stone.

  The two sky warriors were still out there waiting for her. They looked up in surprise when she emerged, fully expecting never to see her again. “My lady,” one said, walking up to her, “are you all right?”

  “Fi
ne. Let’s go home, now shall we?” Before she had left Abbadon, she had tried to get him to promise not to hurt her son. Unfortunately, no such promise had been forthcoming.

  * * * *

  Ash’s hands were around his throat. He had him flattened up against the wall, his body pressed tight against his. Rush struggled to breath, turning his neck to the side. Ash was strong, and he didn’t even seem to be exerting much effort. “I’m no coward,” he growled, gradually releasing some of the pressure on Rush’s throat.

  Ash allowed Rush to push him away. Rush coughed and rubbed at his throat. “I guess…” he coughed, “I touched a raw nerve with that one. You have some temper.”

  Ash swallowed. “Yes, I do.”

  “You could have killed me. Why didn’t you?”

  “Would have defeated the purpose,” Ash commented dryly.

  “Yes, the purpose. Seduce me and free Abbadon.”

  Ash inclined his head in affirmation.

  “Then, what about you? What happens to you after Abbadon comes out of the dark and rules? Do you sit by his side?”

  “You don’t…” Ash began angrily, then, clenched his fists by his side. “Didn’t you get the message that…?”

  “Yes, I did get the message that certain topics are off limit,” Rush said, sitting down on the little bunk. “I also understand that you won’t kill me. It’s not in your best interest…or should I say, your father’s best interest…which is one and same, isn’t it?”

  Ash bristled, tightening his fists. “You’re pushing it, Rush. Maybe I won’t kill you, but I’m not immune from maiming you for life.”

  “What does it matter? If you succeed, I’ll be condemned to the darkness. Who in hell is going to see me?”

  Ash actually laughed.

  Rush glanced at the torch on the wall. The light was burning low now. Soon they would be submerged in total darkness. “Are you afraid of what I might do to you in the dark?” Ash whispered.

  “Ha, I’m afraid of what you might do to me in the light,” Rush replied smartly, which made Ash laugh again.

  Rush laid back on the bunk. He looked up at the ceiling above his head. “Would your own father actually destroy you if you failed?”

  The question went unanswered for such a long time that Rush was sure Ash meant to ignore it. Then, he said simply, “Yes.”

  Rush sat up on his elbows. Ash was standing up against the wall, playing with a tiny piece of rock he held in his hands. Outside he could hear the men still frantically working. “Why do you want to serve him if he is so…?”

  “He is who he is. I am who I am. You are who you are. This discussion is ridiculous.”

  “Then let’s talk about something else. Tell me about you, as a boy?”

  Ash’s eyes widened. “Me? What in hell interest could you have in…?”

  “Look, I’m bored okay? Name a topic that’s not off limits and…” Rush’s voice was filled with impatience.

  “For the first few years of my life, I was in darkness,” he said. “Around me were demon’s and evil people with evil desires being punished and tortured, and pleasured.”

  “You were subjected to all that as a child?” Rush gasped.

  “Of course. My mother tried to shield me from some of it, but when my father learned what she was up to, he punished her severely.”

  “You participated in…?”

  “No. My mother threatened to take her own life if Abbadon involved me directly, but he often insisted that I watch.”

  Rush studied his face. His eyes seemed far away suddenly. “Was he cruel to you?”

  “Sometimes, but it was necessary. He had to teach me how to use my powers, and if I didn’t do it right, he would punish me.”

  Rush didn’t even want to imagine the punishment a child would receive at the hands of Abbadon. “And then you were rescued?”

  “Yes. I wasn’t very old when we went to live in the land of the Sky people.”

  “What was that like?” Rush asked him.

  He actually smiled, causing Rush to catch his breath. He was so damn beautiful, and when he smiled, that beauty was almost painful. “It was good,” he said. “The people were kind and…I…”

  “And in return for their kindness, you took advantage of them, sold them over to the Incubus,” Rush accused. The smile disappeared from Ash’s face. “I had no choice,” he said. “I was bound to obey my father. The Sky people have not suffered greatly under…”

  “No, but they are slaves to you and…”

  “Everyone is a slave to something,” Ash tossed.

  “And you enjoy having to cater to your father’s wishes?” Rush demanded, sitting up now, meeting his eyes intensely.

  “Sometimes I do, especially,” he said, taking a step towards him, “when I have a task such as this.”

  Rush stiffened. Ash’s voice had grown soft, seductive. “Come on Rush, you want me. I want you, actually I can’t remember ever wanting anyone like I want you at this moment.”

  “You lie,” Rush muttered, trying to push back against the wall as Ash towered over him. “You only say that because…”

  “No,” Ash went down on his knees in front of Rush, placing a hand on one of his thighs. “I say this because it’s true. I want you, Rush. Kiss me.” The other hand settled on the other thigh, as he moved his body now upwards to cover his.

  Rush was pushed down onto his back, Ash’s hands were on his shoulders, pinning him to the hard mattress. Rush looked up into those black eyes. Ash’s knee planted itself between his thighs. His mouth was so close to his, he could feel his breath. “I won’t kiss you unless you ask me to,” Ash told him.

  Rush was trembling all over. His entire body began to throb. His breath came in erratic gulps. “No,” he whispered, “no.” The mouth came closer; a tongue darted out and ran along his lower lip. Rush dug his head into the mattress. “Say yes, Rush…say, Ash please kiss me.”

  “Please,” Rush whispered, “Ash…please…I beg you….I…” he began, his hand reaching up to tangle in his soft wavy black hair.

  Ash smiled at him. “I want to touch you, Rush. I want to take off that tunic and run my hands and my tongue all over your body. I want to feel your cock in my mouth and…” Rush moaned. “Yes, yes damn it, damn you…” Rush grabbed onto Ash’s hair and dragged his mouth down on his.

  * * * *

  Abbadon sat cross legged in the Demon’s pit, petting the head of the red headed demon he had sent to steer Ash’s soldiers away from Sun Valley. “You did a beautiful job, my dear,” he murmured, peering into the big blue crystal globe which sat in front of him.

  The she demon whined, rubbing her check against Abbadon’s knee. Absently he reached out and fondled one of her large naked breasts. Plucking at her nipple, he studied the glass, willing it to come into focus. A grin spread across his face suddenly. Ash was locked in a passionate embrace with Rush. It had begun. Delighted, he lifted the she demon up in the air and placed her back to him, pushing her down on all fours. With both hands he spread her legs as far as they would go, reaching his long arm underneath her to fondle her heavy dangling breasts. His long tongue slithered out of his mouth. As he played brutally with her tits, he let the tip of his long tongue tease her clitoris, causing her to moan with pleasure. He placed a hand on her buttocks so that she wouldn’t move her hips, and brought his enormous penis up to the entrance of her anus. He teased her for awhile, his eyes glued to Rush and Ash, who were reflected in the ball.

  Ash and Rush rolled over and over on the bed, locked in a passionate kiss. Rush was running his hands up inside of Ash’s robe while Ash tore at Rush’s tunic. Suddenly Ash ripped himself away from Rush’s arms, and lifted the tunic up over his delicious torso. At the same time, he yanked the ridiculous robe up over his head and threw it aside.

  Rush’s eyes settled on him for a moment. He licked his lips, as Ash pulled him up onto his knees and against his hard body. Their lips met again, tongues dancing together in a passionate dance,
hands roaming over each other with greedy intensity.

  Abbadon’s enormous cock thickened, and hugging the she demon’s hips with the palms of his hands, he dug his cock deep down inside of her, plunging his tongue inside of her vagina at the same time. As he heard her scream with pleasure, Abbadon threw back his head and laughed, drawing the body upright so that he could have free access to her luscious breasts. He was a definitely a tit man, the larger the better. He loved to have them in his hands, his mouth, feel nipples harden under his touch. As he slid in and out faster and faster, he could feel the feverish energy coming from the ball in front of him. His son was driving that chaste sun king to the point of no return.

  Rush was sitting back against the wall, his legs spread while Ash flung Rush’s arms over his head, pinning his wrists against the wall. Rush’s cock was so hard, he could hardly stand it. Suddenly Ash moved his hands away from his wrists but his arms stayed in place. Rush was unable to move them. Ash moved his tongue over his throat, then to one of his nipples. It was rock hard and about to be tormented. Ash’s tongue had an almost rough texture to it and it was longer than Rush realised. He lapped at his nipple, taking it to new heights as his hands lightly moved up inside his thighs. Bringing his tongue across his chest, Ash treated the other nipple, causing Rush’s body to go into spasms. Ash leaned back, smiling at him. “Don’t go off on me yet, baby, we’ve only just begun.”

  Rush moaned as he felt Ash lifting his knees up, spreading them. With his hands on his hips, he pulled him downward a little so that he could have access to his anus. “Umm, that poor neglected little place where so much pleasure awaits,” Ash whispered. “My play ground, my play toy….that’s what you are,” Ash told him, running his tongue over his stomach to his navel.

  With his arms and legs spread in this way, Rush was unable to move, and he didn’t want to. The sexual tension was at once exquisite and unbearable, especially with this incredible gorgeous sexy being in front of him, completely naked, his beautiful body hard and muscular, and his face so savagely handsome that surely angels must cry when they saw it. The tongue moved around his navel, fingers still teasing the delicate skin on the inside of his thighs. Slowly, the tongue moved along his aching cock, then around his balls, and finally lightly touching the entrance to his anus. Rush began to thrash, but then Ash’s strong hands held him still as his tongue made its way inside of him.