Ash, Son of the Demon God, Tarot, the Devil Page 8

  Abbadon let out a shout. “Go boy,” he cried out, smacking the she devil’s ass as he pulled out of it. Picking her up roughly and turning her over, he laid her on her back. Her eyes had glazed over with lust. Leaning over, he tongued her nipples, bringing both together in his teeth. She squirmed beneath him. He released them, then, sat back, his eyes again going to the ball. He was bored with the she demon now. Umm. A man. He could torment his penis. He’d like that. Rush. Rush would be nice. Before he left this place, he’d have him. He’d have him for himself. Maybe he’d even share him with Ash. His boy. He knew he’d come through in the end.

  Turning Rush over now, Ash pulled him up on his knees. He continued to stimulate his anus, while he reached under to fondle his testicles and his leaking cock. Rush moaned as he felt Ash’s cock at the opening of his anus. He wanted him. He wanted him so much. Yes, yes. There was no way to stop it now. “Baby,” he murmured. Then a flash, a flash of what this meant to his people. Could he live with the guilt? Was it worth it? “Yes, yes…yes…” He was crying suddenly, his body heaving with sobs.

  Ash paused, running his hand over Rush’s long blond hair. Slowly, he turned him around in his arms. He wiped the single tear that had escaped down his cheek. “Rush,” he whispered, kissing his mouth softly. “What? What is it?”

  Rush wrapped his arms around Ash, holding him close to him, kissing his neck. “I want you so much…look what you’ve done to me. You’ve reduced me to this.” He ran his eyes over Ash’s beautiful body. “There’s no going back now. It’s over. You’ve won, and my people…I…”

  Something flashed across Ash’s face. Rush turned around and lay on the bed. “Take me,” he whispered. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Go on. I can’t stand it anymore.”

  Ash moaned inwardly. He had felt something, something he had never felt before and it was killing him. It didn’t make any sense. He was his, his for the taking, and suddenly… “I can’t do this,” he said, backing up off the bed.

  Abbadon let out a roar. He picked the she demon up and threw her across the cave. “No, you little shit, you ungrateful bastard, I’ll destroy you for this. Don’t you dare…don’t you dare…take him you stupid ignorant…”

  Rush sat up on the bed now. Ash picked up the white garment and lowered it over his head. “I don’t understand,” Rush said, wiping the tears off his face. “I…”

  Ash put up a hand, not looking at him. “It’s over. You’ve won. Let’s get out of here.”

  Rush narrowed his eyes. “You mean we can…?”

  Ash closed his eyes. He still had Deron’s magic. Rush stood up, pulling on his clothes as well, not taking his eyes off from Ash. Slowly, something akin to smoke appeared in the corner. The bricks were literally burning away. When the hole was big enough for both of them to slip through, Ash moved forward. Hesitating, he turned back and held out his hand to Rush. “Come on, I can’t hold it for long.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Sin kept riding toward the earth’s core, completely unaware that Forsythia and the Sky warriors who accompanied her had bypassed him long ago. Of course he wasn’t really interested in Forsythia’s rescue. He doubted she even wanted to be rescued. He couldn’t help wondering if Ash would be there with Abbadon when he arrived. He was sure now that it was all part of some plan Ash had. He didn’t just give himself up to the sun People. There had to be a reason he had ordered them all to wait until he returned. Anyway, that was neither here nor there. They had disobeyed, and all of them had been punished severely for it-all except for him. For some reason, he had been spared. Perhaps Ash wanted to punish him personally. Perhaps even Abbadon would join in. Sin stopped his horse. Reaching down into his tunic, he massaged his aching cock. He couldn’t wait to get there. With a slight kick to the horses flank, he drove on.

  * * * *

  The sun warriors stood in awe as Ash and Rush emerged. Rush turned to see the crater which had opened in the cement wall seal together again as if it had never split apart. Rush was still holding Ash’s hand. He tightened his fingers around his for a moment, then, almost reluctantly, he released it. Ash turned his dark eyes to Rush. He knew that Rush could choose to hold him here if he wanted. He also knew that he couldn’t just allow him to go free. The looks of astonishment on the men’s faces were quickly changing to outrage. They would soon demand blood. Either way, if he left here or was imprisoned again by Rush, his fate did not look promising. Perhaps it was better to surrender to Rush, than to face his father. But that would be the coward’s way out, wouldn’t it?

  Talon was rushing forward now, running his eyes over Rush as if he expected there to be a piece missing. Glancing haughtily at Ash, he shouted to the men, “Seize him! By the power of Rae himself, you will suffer Devil.”

  Rush reached out to Ash as if he would protect him from the crowd, but Ash rose upwards off the dusty ground and landed on the top of the prison roof. The men let out a collected gasp.

  “What in hell are you waiting for, go and get him!” Talon growled. “Stupid magic tricks,” Talon shot at him from below as the men scampered to get a ladder. “I will beat you until you are at the point of death…even if I can’t kill you, I will strip the skin from your back.”

  Ash laughed, his voice billowing down below to where Talon stood. “What a delight. Makes me almost want to stay. Too bad I wasn’t a ten year old boy, then, the pleasure would be reciprocated.”

  Rush snapped out of his trance. His eyes had been on Ash as he levitated in the air. “Stop this, Talon. Call off the men,” Rush commanded. “He saved my life.”

  Talon gave him a look of disbelief. “I can’t believe that…”

  “Do as I say,” Rush snapped.

  Talon bowed his head. Shouting to the men, he told them to halt their activity.

  “He’s gone, Sir,” one of the Captains called down from the roof. “He just disappeared…”

  Rush took Talon’s arm and pulled him off to one side. “What did Ash mean about the ten year old boy?”

  Talon narrowed his eyes, his breathing somewhat erratic. “I can’t say that I know what in hell that son of a demon is on about. What’s more important right now, is why you let him go.”

  “I didn’t let him go,” Rush retorted. “As you saw, he couldn’t be stopped.”

  “Well, you might as well prepare for war again and…”

  “I don’t think so,” Rush shook his head. “I don’t believe that…” he paused, something pulling at his heart, “I don’t think we’ll see Ash again.”

  Talon opened his mouth to protest but Rush put up his hand. “Enough. I need to bathe and get some food. Don’t disturb me the rest of the night.”

  * * * *

  When Sin arrived at the earth’s core, he almost turned around and left. Every hair on his body stood on end. He could see the opening from where he sat on his horse about thirty feet away. It was dark, and if he stared at it long enough, it seemed to shift from left to right. Oh the pleasures that awaited him there once he crossed the threshold…and the pain. If he could endure it…and he knew that it would be like no other…then the reward would be beyond compare. But could he endure it? Was he man enough to be subjected to Abbadon himself? And if Ash was there…well…the lust he had for Ash had built up in him the last few years to a feverish pitch…if he was to bow before him, it would be all over before it began. Even now, he felt the semen spill out of the tip of his penis and run down his thigh. Ash.

  Suddenly, a voice echoed somewhere. “Sin. Come.”

  Sin swallowed, inching his horse closer to the opening.

  “All you desire is waiting for you here…inside…all you have to do is step over the barrier.” Did someone actually say that, or did he hear it in his mind? Sin got down off his horse. He was trembling.

  “Don’t be afraid. Come. I’m waiting for you,” the voice spoke to him now in words.

  “I’m not afraid,” Sin said aloud. Picking up his chin, he said boldly, “Perhaps you will not fu
lfill my expectations.”

  There was a long wicked laugh. “My boy…” the voice purred, “We will surpass your expectations. You have my word on that.”

  Sin took a few steps closer. He peered into the opening.

  “But all is not free, my lecherous whore. You must do something for me in return.”

  Sin froze. “What?”

  “We will discuss this face to face. Now, enter!”

  * * * *

  His horse was tired now. It needed water. Ash thought that he could make it all the way home before he would have to stop, but from the looks of his horse, that clearly wasn’t the case. By some merciful twist of fate, he hadn’t been tormented by Abbadon’s voice at all on his trip; although he knew it would come. He was not naïve enough to believe that his father didn’t know what he’d done…or rather, what he hadn’t done. Worse, he had absolutely no explanation for it, at least not one Abbadon would accept. As he approached the sleepy little hamlet, which lie only ten kilometres away from the Sky Kingdom; he thought of Rush. In fact, he had thought of little else in the five hours he’d been travelling.

  * * * *

  Inside the cave, Sin was surrounded by darkness. The sounds around him were horrifying. There were screams of pure terror, and mixed in there, were cries of superb pleasure. Voices began to whisper to him. “Come…come….” He followed, feeling hands now on his back, propelling him forward. Then he was falling. He threw up his hands in the air, his feet flying out in front of him, tumbling over and over within a vacuum of nothingness, the air growing hotter and hotter. Finally, he landed hard on a surface of red satin. There were candles lit everywhere and the smell of something sweet and musky. Sex. He could smell sex around him. He lay back exhausted. Fingers began to undo his shirt, his pants, although he could see no one. Hands moved over his chest and down his thighs. His clothing disappeared. Lying there naked, invisible fingers invaded his mouth, his anus…one then two…then three until his mouth and anus felt stretched beyond capacity. A leather strap hovered above him. Sin’s eyes widened as it swooped down, wound around his cock and bound it to his balls. Two circular chains fell from the ceiling. His ankles were pulled upward and secured to the chains, lifting his buttocks off the satin material. The chains began to separate further apart, leaving his legs spread to their limit. Sin’s cock pulsed in its tight restraint. Suddenly two clamps descended and captured his wrist, pinning them above his head. Sin laughed. “This is all you got, Abbadon?”

  There was a deep growl. Sin raised his eyes above his head to see an enormous monster. He was green with red glowing eyes and a penis the size of three men. He leaned over Sin’s mouth, and as he did, the tip of that enormous penis dragged over his lips. Sin began to tremble. Two huge hands reached down and brushed over his nipples, then, forcing open Sin’s jaw on either side, he began to cram his cock into his mouth. “Suck, whore,” he growled, his voice sounding like an echo.

  Sin gagged, trying to take it in. Then, out of the corner of his eyes he saw several naked beings, red eyes, long forked tails. They were crawling toward him on their hands and knees. One knelt in front of him. He felt a forked tail prod his anus, then, wiggle itself inside. He groaned, the stimulation causing him to sway his hips forward. Another slid their long rough tongue over his nipples, causing them to stiffen into tight little nubs. Sin moaned as the one who had inserted their tail in his anus, began to thrust in an out, then, he felt it expand inside of him, thrusting again, harder. The other one bit his nipples, then, clamped two clamps tightly on them. Sin let out a silent cry, his throat now full of the monsters huge cock. The cock began to pump in his throat, the thick tail pumped harder in his anus. The one with the nipple clamps pulled on them, lifting his chest off the floor. The pain was excruciating, the pain sublime. This wasn’t hell. It was heaven.

  * * * *

  Rush couldn’t sleep. Instead he paced, wondering what was going to happen to Ash now. Would Abbadon try to destroy his own son? From what he knew of demons, they were immortal, but did Abbadon have the power to…? Only demons could kill demons. He had read that somewhere. He tried to put it out of his mind. Ash had saved him, saved him from himself…saved his people. But why? Did he dare hope that maybe Ash had some feeling for him? He had to help him. He just couldn’t leave Ash to the mercy of Abbadon. Pounding down the steps, Rush glanced up at the sun that was beginning to rise in the sky. Two warriors approached, awaiting his command. Rush looked at them. “Saddle my horse. I must ride.”

  “How many men would you…?” one began.

  “None. I go alone,” Rush replied, waiting for his horse. When he saw Talon round the corner, he turned his face away.

  “My Lord, where are you going at…?” he began.

  “This is my business alone. You are in charge while I am gone.” Slowly Rush moved his face around to his, and met his eyes. “When I come back, we will discuss your perchance for young boys.”

  Talon’s jaw slacked.

  Grabbing the mane of the horse one of the men had just brought to him, Rush jumped up onto his back and galloped away. As he rode, the sun arose full in the sky. He knew that Ash would probably try to avoid Abbadon. Chances were he was trying to get back to the Sky Kingdom, where he would be safe, at least temporarily. He had to see him. He had to tell him that…what…that he loved him? Their relationship was an impossible one, not only because of who they were…but because they could never truly be lovers…unless they could find some way to lift the curse.

  * * * *

  Sin slept more peacefully than he ever had before. The sexual torment had gone on for hours before he was allowed release. He had loved every minute of it. When he opened his eyes, it was Abbadon who stood in front of him. Sin blinked. He needed no introduction. “Abbadon…I…”

  “Silence. I have given you what you sought here, now you will pay.”

  “How…?” he murmured, rubbing his eyes.

  “You will bring Ash to me,” Abbadon commanded.

  “Can’t you just…?”

  “No. And right now, he is trying to escape my wrath.”

  “So he failed to…?” Sin smirked.

  “I refuse to discuss that,” Abbadon boomed.

  Sin fell silent.

  “Bring him to me. He’s on his way home. Go and get him.”

  “But what if he…?”

  “You will bring him by force if you have to. I will show you how to subdue a demon.”

  Sin rubbed his hands together.

  “Come with me now, I will give you what you need to ensure his submission,” Abbadon said.

  * * * *

  “Rush,” Ash murmured, sitting straight up in the tiny bed he had rented. Rush. He could taste him on his lips. He was close. But no, that was impossible. Getting out of bed, he went to the window and looked outside. The sun had totally risen in the sky, and there right in front of his window was Rush atop his horse, his long blond hair flowing freely around his broad shoulders.

  Ash threw on his pants, and walked outside into the muggy morning air. He spoke his name. Rush grinned, and raising a hand, he slid down off his horse and came forward.

  “What are you doing here?” Ash demanded. “Are you insane?” but he couldn’t help but smile in return.

  “I came to help you, Ash. I couldn’t just…” Rush took a breath. The sight of him caused him to pause a moment.

  “Come inside,” Ash said, looking around him. He took his arm and drew him into the tiny room.

  Rush’s eyes went to the unmade bed, then, skirted away, a flush coming to his face.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Ash said, “There’s no reason to be ashamed.”

  “I’m not ashamed…I…I can’t do anything about it anyway.” His head sagged for a moment. Ash placed a finger under his chin and drew it back up. He searched his blue eyes for a moment. “There’s nothing you can do for me either. I will return home and hope that…”

  Rush moved closer. He caressed Ash’s cheek with his
finger. “Isn’t there someway that we can…there must be a way to interrupt Deron’s magic? Can’t you counteract it in some way?”

  Ash sighed. “I don’t know,” he shook his dark head. “I’ve never thought about it.” He moved away now, Rush’s nearness was affecting him. He never thought that he’d come after him. “Why did you?”

  “Why did I what?” Rush asked, going to sit on the edge of the bed. As he did, he moved a hand over the sheets as if to absorb something of Ash in the process.

  “Come after me?” Ash tilted his head. “Would you have come to the Sky Kingdom, thrown yourself on my mercy?”

  “Yes,” Rush breathed. “I know it may not mean much to you but…I…I love you.”

  Ash’s eyes widened some. He swallowed. Love. Is that what it was he himself was feeling? He came over to where Rush was sitting. Reaching out, he pulled him to his feet. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, then, softly he said, “I believe I’m feeling the same.”

  Rush’s face burst out into a smile. He laughed, then, drew Ash’s body close to his. He held him for a moment, closing his eyes, savouring the feeling of his hard body against his. When he felt Ash’s lips caress his cheek, his knees went weak. Rush placed a hand in Ash’s dark wavy hair. He moaned as Ash’s mouth came down on his, demanding, passionate, his hands finding their way down Rush’s back, then locking on each side of his buttocks. Standing this way with their hard cocks pressed together, their tongues sliding over each others, their bodies were vibrating with unspent passion.