**ASH**
Klyesque’s laugh can be heard all down the hallways as she departs to do my bidding, bringing a morbid half smile to my lips.
"Is it true?" Gehna's voice shudders, quaking on the very edge of disbelief. "Did you really f-find a-a girl?"
The outrage in her voice irritates me. Her former delusions of the two of us, slipping like mercury into my veins. She truly refuses to accept that I do not now, nor have I ever, belonged to her. Not any part of me, not in any way, save for that I am her prince and ruler.
Tipping my face upward, I give my glare to the ceiling. My temper is boiling, the need to snap at her like a chldish fool, practically tearing at my throat. "Nothing is true, except that you have been wagging your tongue. Pity I didn't remove it the last time I was home. Shall I do so now?"
She flinches. "You are so cruel to me."
"Apparently not cruel enough."
She pouts, taking a dangerous step toward me. "At least allow me to welcome you home. Let me show you how much I have missed you!"
My eyes flicker with power and she freezes in her steps. "No thank you. I'd much rather you suffered in silence."
"You don't mean that," she whispers, her eyes flashing when I do little more than blink her way. "It has been so long...perhaps you have forgotten how good we are together. I-"
"Unfortunately not, but I'm close."
Genha turns her black eyes toward me, her long flame red hair falling over her alabaster shoulders. Once upon a time, she was perfect for me. I even believed I fancied her. Did everything I wanted, no matter what it was. No deed was too demeaning, no act too perverse. Don’t get me wrong, she is more than willing still. But any desire I once had for this Furie died ages ago, when she began stalking me within my own palace. Showing up beside me everywhere I went, popping up in my bed - where no one is ever welcome. I haven’t touched her in months. Her desperation is disgusting.
Covering my eyes with one hand in a gesture of irritation I groan. “Leave, Gehna. I no longer have need of you, I told you this before I left the last time.”
“Ash! Please,” she begs, kneeling at my feet and placing her pale white hands on my knees.
For a moment I think of Daphne, and of how I good it might feel to have her on her knees in my throne room. The image brings a smile to my face. A smile Gehna mistakes for herself.
Her hands begin to caress my thighs, working their way toward my cock.
*Oops.*
Resisting the urge to kick her away, I snarl, “Get your hands off of me. Now.” I clench my jaw against the repulsive sensation her skinny fingers create in their attempt to massage my legs. “I said, remove, your, hands.” My eyes begin to heat and glow with my anger, and she topples over in fear. I chuckle when she stands to glare at me.
“Who is she?”
“Get out, Gehna, and go home. Before I banish you from these lands permanently.”
“Fine,” she hisses, arms wrapping around herself as if to gather warmth.
Fire ignites behind the white pupils of her eyes, the black irises outlining a circular golden ring. Many find the eyes of a Furie to be a thing of beauty. I think it speaks to the weakness of her species. Cursed to show their emotions with every gaze, never being able to hide what they feel.
Turning around to face the front hall and the great pyrolite double doors she says, “As for your little human bitch. I hope she enjoys captivity.”
That fucking does it.
“Stop,” I shout, coming to my feet. When she turns around, her chin is high in defiance, her posture careless. “I warned you, Gehna. But no matter how clearly I say it, you just never seem to understand. So, you leave me no choice."
She gasps, reaching forward with her arms out, as if touching me in some way would make things better for her. "No! Wait-"
Of course, I don't. My eyes flash, my voice resonating when I speak, "Gehna Rekyr, Furie of the Western Realms, you are banished from this palace, my palace, and all the rooms within, forever."
Her face crumbles in agony as she begins to shiver and quake. Tremors of magic snake through her system causing her to smoke and her body to burn within. The wiggle of her is really quite funny and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth just to keep from laughing out loud. Crying out in an eho of pain, she scampers past Klyesque and Ambassador Furel ass they step inside the throne room, making way toward the open palace doors. She barely makes it, tumbling out to land on the blue moss-covered ground. Glancing back at me, she screeches in anger, smoke rising all around her form. Granting her a slight bow, for all the times she sucked my dick, I smile and signal the guards to close the doors.
“Ash,” Klyesque warns, walking up to me with a message in her eyes. Flicking her gaze toward the right with a slight tilt of her neck, she shakes her head just barely.
Shifting my attention to Ambassador Furel, I reseat myself upon the throne. His beady yellow eyes search the floor for an escape as I coil my dark energy around him and give a little squeeze. Furel is an ogre of the cursed bloodline. He is quite large and exceedingly ugly. At least, I, do not find him attractive. But apparently Gehna does. Her scent is all over him which paints a much more acceptable picture. At least I know she wasn’t actually here to see me.
But...hers is not the only scent he carries.
Giving him my full attention now, I hiss, “You’ve been up to something. What is it?”
He drops to his knees panting for air as I tighten the rope around him. “Please!”
“Please?” With a laugh I ease my grip. “I asked you a question Furel. What have you been up to?”
Releasing him completely, I sit back in my seat,
“I’m weak,” he whines, lowering his entire form toward the ground in defeat.
“You. Are. Weak,” I repeat slowly. “That is not a proper answer.”
“I love her, your highness,” he cries.
I could reach my hand out to slap him, to silence his pathetic tears, but I do not feel like stretching far enough. “I don’t give one silly damn about Gehna. Fuck her as many times as you wish, but not in my palace.”
He stops crying to sit up a bit straighter, yet he remains on his knees. “Thank you, sire.”
I giggle at the absurdity of his gratitude.
Enjoy! That crazy bitch is all yours.
“Gehna is not the ‘up’ that I was referring to.” Then, standing slowly, I descend upon him with glowing eyes.
The fear that reaches him, this massive creature, is alarming even for me. It is almost as if he did not realize the extent of my powers. Silly ogre. Any Fae in possession of high magic is at their very strongest within their origins.
“What I am referring to,” I say, going down on one knee to stare him dead in the face. “Is the smell of frost on your dirty black robes.”
His ugly slate colored skin pales at my question. “Sire?”
Now I am becoming irate. “Don’t make me spell it out for you Furel, if I have to, then I will most certainly kill you afterward.” I smirk at him, a twinkle in my eye. “Now, and for the last time-” I hiss, pausing to snatch him by the back of his neck with cold power. His body jerks, and he stops breathing. I watch my reflection in his eyes, noting the swirling silver of my irises. An invisible grip that stabs like needles into bone, pulls him onto his feet. “-what have you been up to?”