Ashe and the Glass Sword

by KuroKoneko Kamen

  “Silence!” Christian snapped, cutting Ashe off. “Remove your hand from Lady Doriana’s mouth at once!” Ashe reluctantly removed his hand from Doriana’s mouth.

  “Oh, Lord Tremaine it was awful…” Doriana immediately began to speak, and let tears fill her gray eyes. “I only came in here to ask Ashe if he could make me a cup of tea and he just attacked me out of nowhere. He took me by force. I tried to stop him, but he was too strong. He…raped me.”

  Ashe clenched his hands into fists at his sides out of anger. “You lying bitch! Lord Tremaine, I swear I didn’t-! I would never-! You know that!”

  “This is a serious accusation, Ashe,” Christian drawled. “What would you have me do, Lady Doriana?” He gave his guest a curious look.

  “Well, he obviously needs to be punished,” Doriana said with a triumphant look on her face. “And since I am the injured party I would like to carry out his punishment myself. He needs to be taught a lesson in manners and obedience to his betters.”

  Christian stroked his chin in a pensive manner. “You wish to take Ashe with you? And when shall you return him?”

  “After I’ve broken him, of course,” Doriana said airily.

  “Well, I don’t see why not,” Christian drawled coolly. “I’ll loan Ashe to you for as long as you need. Make sure you punish him sufficiently for his crimes. Just…don’t kill him. He’s a valuable servant.”

  “Thank you, Lord Tremaine.” Doriana nodded, and offered Christian a dazzling smile. “Your servant will be much more obedient once I’m done with him.”

  “I’m sure,” Christian said dryly.

  Ashe gaped at Lord Tremaine in disbelief. He could see the dark amusement sparkling in Christian’s gray eyes. They’re in this together! Ashe realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. I fell for their trap. Idiot! “Lord Tremaine, you can’t loan me to Lady Doriana!”

  “And why not?” Christian questioned in a droning tone.

  “I…I’m your son!” Ashe blurted out.

  “I have never seen you as my son,” Christian snarled.

  “Stepfather, please,” Ashe begged. He winced as soon as the words left his mouth. He sounded like a weak, pathetic child. Shit.

  “I think Doriana may be right after all,” Christian began, a cruel glint in his gray eyes. “You need to re-learn your place. Slaves don’t have a say in their fate. They must simply obey the whims of their Masters. And until you manage to buy back your freedom from me, Ashe, that’s what you are - a slave. I can do whatever I like to you, and I can order you to do whatever I want. Right now, I order you to accompany the Lady Doriana to her home. You are to obey her as if she were your Master. Is that understood?”

  Ashe grinded his teeth. “I understand, Lord Tremaine.”

  “Excellent.” Doriana clapped her hands excitedly. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking you, Pet.”

  Ashe gulped. I’m so fucked…

  To be continued in…Chapter 7:

  Chapter 7:

  The following day at Lady Doriana Gray’s house in Apple City Ashe was having the time of his life. He was currently on his hands and knees cleaning the marble floor of Lady Doriana’s entrance hall. His knees hurt like a bitch. Frustratingly, Ashe wasn’t making very much progress since he was scrubbing the floor with a strange tool Doriana had provided him with called a ‘toothbrush’. It resembled the small wooden brushes people used to clean their teeth in Fantasia, but Ashe had never seen something made out of hot pink plastic before.

  Since cleaning the floor with the tiny brush would take hours or even days he figured Doriana didn’t really care if her floor ever got clean. She was just enjoying getting to humiliate him with the impossible task.

  Oh, and did Ashe forget to mention he was currently naked?

  “You missed a spot, Pet,” a husky female voice purred.

  Ashe looked up to give Lady Doriana a questioning look. Lady Doriana was seated on a wooden throne that she’d had Ashe move into the hall for the purpose of being able to sit there and watch Ashe while he cleaned. She held a goblet of wine in her right hand, and used her left hand to point to an area behind Ashe.

  Ashe hesitated, but in the end he had no choice but to turn around and start scrubbing at the imaginary spot of dirt on the floor, flashing Doriana his ass in the process. Lady Doriana let out an appreciative hum as she blatantly ogled Ashe’s firm buttocks. She took a sip of her wine, and continued to enjoy the show.

  Ashe didn’t know which was worse - having Lady Doriana watch his dick swinging back and forth as he scrubbed the floor, or having her stare at his bare ass. His face flushed with embarrassment and shame as he thought about what he must have looked like. It was such a humiliating position. He decided having Doriana stare at his ass was somehow more degrading.

  “You have a nice ass,” Doriana said, unable to keep silent any longer. “Did Christian ever make you scrub the floors of the château naked?”

  Ashe froze for a second before resuming his cleaning. “No. He’s my father. He wouldn’t request such a thing. It would be improper.”

  “Stepfather,” Doriana corrected smoothly. “You’re not related. Well, I suppose you’re lucky Lord Tremaine appears to only be interested in women. As his slave you do realize he can do whatever he wants with you until you buy back your freedom.”

  Ashe bristled with irritation. “I may have let them torture me, but I would never let them take me. I would bite my tongue off and die first.”

  “Oh? Really? There go my plans for the afternoon.” Doriana pouted. “Christian said I can do whatever I like to you - just not kill you. And if I have you do something which causes you to commit suicide I have the feeling that Christian will be very displeased with me.”

  The blood was draining out of Ashe’s face and he stopped cleaning the floor. “Don’t look so worried, Pet. As long as you please me…I won’t have a reason to share you with my other male lovers.”

  Doriana was planning to share me with her male lovers? Ashe thought, a shudder of disgust traveling through his body.

  “Oh, well, c’est la vie,” Doriana lamented. “What a waste of such a fine ass though.”

  Ashe scrubbed the floor a little harder.

  ***

  Meanwhile at the Glass Palace…

  Princess Juleka had set up an easel beneath the gazebo located in the royal gardens. Her left hand held a wooden palette that had globs paint on it in a rainbow of colors, and in her right hand she held a brush. One might assume Princess Juleka was painting the beautiful scenery. Au contraire Juleka was adding the finishing touches to her latest painting of Ashe Smoldris.

  Ashe had looked so brave and heroic while fighting the chimera monster in Rose City with his glass sword that Juleka had been positively inspired. Although, she’d taken some artistic liberties, and added a few tears in Ashe’s suit here and there to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his lean, muscular chest.

  Juleka was currently working on Ashe’s golden eyes that were filled with fierce determination. There was something predatory about the look in Ashe’s eyes that made Juleka shiver with delight. She wished Ashe would look at her like that one day.

  When Juleka finished, she stepped back to admire the finished piece. She let out a wistful sigh. “Perfect.” Ashe was so handsome and sexy. Oh, how I long to kiss his sweet, sensual lips. To run my hands over his hard, muscular chest. Oh, how I long to touch his cock and learn what it feels like as it hardens at my touch. Juleka giggled at her own lewd thoughts.

  Warmth pooled in Juleka’s lower belly, and heat gathered between her thighs. She was starting to feel strangely restless and overheated. Juleka fanned herself with her hand. “It must be getting hot outside…” Even as she said these words she knew that wasn’t true.

  Juleka rubbed her thighs together unconsciously. Her core was throbbing with need for something. But for what exactly Juleka couldn’t quite be sure. Juleka placed a hand on her lower stomach that was tingling, and rubbed. When
this did nothing to ease the ache she was feeling Juleka let her hand travel lower until she was rubbing her crotch through the thin silk material of her gown.

  “Oh,” Juleka let out a soft little moan. She’d never touched herself this way before, but it felt good. Thinking about Ashe had made her womanhood throb and ache with want and desire. My body wants Ashe too. Juleka thought as she reached beneath her gown and slipped a finger inside of her sex. My body wants him in here.

  Juleka experimentally thrust her finger in and out of herself, and when her finger brushed against her clit she shuddered with pleasure. Juleka decided to concentrate her attention on her swollen bud and started to rub. Juleka’s legs turned to jelly, and she sank to her knees.

  “Oh, yes…” Juleka rubbed at her clit in circular motions until she could feel something building up inside of her. Her nerve endings were tingling. Whatever it was…she could feel that she was close, and rubbed a little harder until she came. Juleka cried out in surprise as a wave of pleasure washed over her, and her body started to tremble.

  “What…was that…?” Juleka blushed when she realized that while she’d pleasured herself she’d never taken her gaze off of her painting of Ashe. She frowned when she noticed that whatever had happened to her body had caused her sex to become wet. I wonder if that’s normal…?

  Whatever happened…it felt good. Looking at Ashe and imagining him thrusting his cock deep inside of me while I fingered myself made me feel so good. I bet the real thing would probably feel even better. Juleka shivered at the naughty thought. Her breasts were feeling strange…heavy, and her nipples had hardened the same way they did whenever she stepped beneath cold water. Thinking about Ashe does strange things to my body.

  Juleka pushed herself up off the wooden floor of the gazebo, and went about smoothing the wrinkles from the skirt of her gown with her hands. She looked around the garden and let out a breath of relief. It was deserted. Juleka put her face in her flaming hands and let out a squeal. What had she been thinking? Anyone could have seen her staring at Ashe’s portrait while she…pleasured herself like a whore! What kind of lady was she?

  She’d been imagining Ashe doing all kinds of dirty and inappropriate things to her body. Juleka lowered her hands and sighed. In the end…it was just a fantasy. Ashe would never pin her down and take her. He’d never kiss her in intimate places.

  Ashe didn’t seem to like her very much. He treated her like a child and a nuisance. Juleka pouted. I’m not a child. I’m a woman. He’s made me a woman who craves the flesh of a man. I never used to have such wanton desires until I saw him. If I can’t have him normally, maybe I could have him captured and brought to me. Then I could have my wicked way with him. Juleka giggled, but instantly felt guilty for her thoughts. No. That would be wrong. I shouldn’t think such evil things…even if it is just a fantasy.

  Juleka began to pace across the gazebo. I wouldn’t even know what to do with him if I had him at my mercy. All she knew for sure is that she had this desire to touch Ashe and to be touched by him. To taste Ashe and have him taste her. Juleka knew her thoughts were twisted since Ashe didn’t feel the same way about her.

  I want Ashe. But he doesn’t want me. What does Ashe want? Gold? I am the Princess of Glass Kingdom. I have untold riches. I can give him what he wants - riches beyond his wildest dreams. Juleka continued to pace and nibbled on her thumbnail in a thoughtful gesture.

  And if it’s not enough…my tears turn to diamonds. I could give him as many diamonds as he wants. Maybe then…he’ll want me. Maybe I can buy his love. Afterwards, I have to figure out a way Ashe can be my King. I will marry no other, but Ashe Smoldris.

  With a determined expression on her face Juleka removed the painting from the easel and carried it inside the palace. She made her way down a corridor, and came to a halt in front of a door that led to her private gallery. Juleka opened the door and strode inside.

  Juleka had painted all of the paintings that were hanging on the gallery walls. Most of the paintings were of Ashe, but there were a few of Cinderelron. The gallery had become like a shrine to Ashe where Juleka could admire and worship him. Juleka knew she was acting obsessed, and that this was very inappropriate behavior for a lady. But she couldn’t help herself. She’d fallen in love with him that night at the casino.

  Juleka walked over to an empty space on the wall, and hung the painting on a waiting nail. “There. Perfect.” A pout formed on Juleka’s face when she couldn’t decide what pose she should have Ashe in next. She decided that she needed to go and see Ashe in order to be inspired for her next painting.

  Juleka wasn’t a witch. Her ability to cry tears was a family curse passed down through the generations. But Juleka did have a lot of powerful, enchanted items at her disposal. Juleka’s pumpkin carriage was one of them - all she would have to do is tell the carriage to take her to Ashe, and it would. It was quite the handy device for a stalker. Er, young woman, who was passionately in love.

  “I’m coming, Ashe, my love!” Juleka skipped out of the gallery in high spirits. “It’s time to be inspired!”

  ***

  Meanwhile, in Apple City at the Gentleman’s Club called Forbidden Fruit…

  Prince Snow Flurris sat at a booth with three stunning witches: Elvira, Tabitha and Endora. Snow was feeling pretty good about himself at the moment. He was celebrating that fact that he could finally cast a bit of magic. The playboy was now able to use his enchanted sword to conjure water. Water that could be manipulated into a shield. Or in this case three naked dancing girls.

  The three witches were laughing and applauding Snow’s newfound water magic even if it was being used for perverted purposes. When Snow willed two of the dancing girls to start kissing each other Tabitha and Endora blushed while Elvira raised an eyebrow. A lecherous grin spread across his face as Snow willed the girls to start grinding against each other. He suddenly wondered why he hadn’t seen wizards do something like this before. Perhaps, they lacked the imagination or experience to come up with such a scene.

  Ah, the possibilities for my newly awakened water magic are erotically endless. Snow took a large gulp of red wine. It tasted superb, and it filled his belly with tingly warmth. He was also starting to feel a little horny, and his cock was half-hard in his pants.

  Snow debated on whether or not he should take one of these three witches (or maybe all three) to the bathroom and have his wicked way with her or them, but ultimately decided against it. He’d been spending so much time with these three particular witches that having sex with them might make things weird.

  What Snow really wanted to do was to celebrate with his new friend Ashe. He also wanted to see Ashe’s scandalized expression when Snow used his enchanted sword to conjure two naked women made out of water and willed them to start kissing.

  Ashe was an enigma, and Snow liked solving puzzles. Why did Ashe hate women? Why was Ashe so obsessed with money? Why was Ashe’s body covered in scars? Who had tortured Ashe?

  Ashe was his friend and he could be in trouble. Snow was a prince. The Prince of Apple Kingdom, no less. He had money and resources. Why should Ashe continue to suffer in silence when Snow could help him? “I wish my friend Ashe were here…” Snow lamented. “He’s an entertaining guy.”

  “Ashe?” Elvira questioned, her green eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Was that your silver-haired friend with the remarkable gold eyes?”

  “Yes. That’s him,” Snow confirmed.

  “There are rumors about him, you know…” Elvira began in a conspiratorial tone. “He’s called the Heartbreaker of Glass City. It looks like you might have some competition, Prince Snow, when it comes to breaking hearts.”

  “Heartbreaker? Him?” Snow scoffed. “He doesn’t even like women.”

  “Well, he does like their money and jewelry,” Tabitha put in. “I heard that he seduces mature women and they pay him for his ‘services’ with gold or jewels.”

  Snow’s usual carefree expression faltered and turned horrif
ied by what Tabitha was suggesting. “Are you calling my friend a gigolo?”

  Tabitha shrugged lackadaisically. “It’s only what I heard. I don’t know if it’s true.”

  Were these unsavory rumors about his friend Ashe true? Snow couldn’t help but wonder. Was he really selling his body? But, why? Why would he need money that badly? Or did he really just like money? No…this had to do with his revenge.

  Snow slammed his hands down on the table and stood up from his seat abruptly. “That’s it. I’m going to go and ask him what the truth is myself!” He slid out of the booth and was about to walk off when Elvira called out to him.

  “Wait, Snow. Do you even know where Ashe lives?” Elvira asked.

  “Well…no,” Snow admitted, rubbing the back of his head in a chagrined gesture.

  “Why don’t you just send him a note or letter by Fairy Post,” Tabitha suggested wisely. “You could ask him to come join us for drinks. That way he won’t know it’s an interrogation.”

  “Good idea,” Snow agreed, flashing the purple-haired witch a grateful smile. “Er, where is the closest Fairy Post Office?”

  The three witches laughed at Snow’s question. “I sometimes wonder if you’re really a wizard, Prince Snow!” Endora whipped out her wand, waved it through the air, and cast a spell. A five-inch-tall fairy with blue hair appeared in a cloud of smoke.

  “How may I be of service, Madam?” Blue asked while executing a gallant bow.

  “Prince Snow wishes to send a message to his friend Ashe,” Endora started to explain.

  Blue nodded, and with a wave of his own tiny wand conjured a piece of parchment along with a magically refilling ink quill. He handed both items to Snow. “Here you are, Prince Snow.”

  “Thanks.” Snow smoothed the piece of parchment down on the table and penned a quick message.

  Dear Ashe,

  Your Prince commands you to come have a drink with him at the Forbidden Fruit. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Stop being an anti-social, grumpy bastard, and do a little socializing for once in your life. I’d mention that there are beautiful women here, but I know you have no interest in the ladies. The wine is excellent though. Well, it should be at Five Gold Apples per bottle! But this is a special occasion as I’m celebrating finally being able to do magic. You should be here since I have you to thank for that in part.