Page 1 of The Queen of Ash and Magic

Chapter One

Lysa

His body weighs downon mine and I whimper when he rams his dick deep inside my ass. I can’t move from the spell he has binding me. I should be used to this by now, but I hate it. I hate him. How could a family be so cruel? I know this is not how family should treat each other, because I have seen other families. Families that have nothing yet still fill their lives with love. No one uses their little sister as their personal sex slave because she never developed powers.

I am an outcast witch because I do not have the ability to cast spells. I am useless, so they make use of me by hurting me. Aldric is the most brutal, but it’s my dad that hurts my feelings the most. I wonder what our people would think if they knew the great and powerful King Rystar fucked his little girl with the help of their future king after whipping her bloody. What if they knew that the loved Queen Isolde watched and has her own cruel ways of hurting her little girl? Would they care? What would they say if they knewthere used to be three children? Would the witches of Thalorin be disgusted by this information? Maybe that’s why they keep me locked up.

They have tried for years to make me control my tongue, but I have no problem voicing myself. I get punished for it, but I’ll get punished either way. My very existence is worthy of a punishment. Don’t they know I am a product of them? They made me this way.

Aldric pounds into me harder and harder. My body is numb, and I am limp. His magic is still holding me in place, but I have stopped fighting. I always give up and accept that he’s going to finish. My back is blazing hot with thick welts that band around my body. That whip is vicious, and it will often reach around my body and welt my belly.

“Useless fucking witch,” he groans as he pushes deeper. “Cry for me, bitch. Look at those tears.”

“I hate you,” I mutter.

“You’re still taking my cock like a good little whore though, huh? You wanna come for your big brother? Come for me, bitch,” he grunts.

“No. No. No. don’t. Please don’t. I don’t want to…” My words are cut off with a disgusting moan that he forces out of me. He always uses his magic to force an orgasm out of him. He and Dad both do it because they apparently think it's hilarious whenI come while crying.

“That’s it… See how good it feels? You like the way it feels, huh?” he taunts as he fucks me faster.

I hate this feeling. I hate how I have no control over it. I hate that my body responds. I hate that he keeps me on edge until I give in. It makes my brain and body hurt when he draws it out. “I hate you,” I moan through gritted teeth as I manage to move up onto my elbows to bury my face in my hands. He grabs me by the hair and I see that Mom and Dad are watching.

“I can feel it in your body, little sister. Come for me,” he taunts me as if I have a choice in the matter.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you,” I moan through rapidly developing tears. He groans deeply and starts going painfully hard and fast. His magic forces a disgusting orgasm to rip through my belly, making me moan through my near-hysterical crying. He keeps drilling into me, extending the sick feeling, but eventually, he falls. He pushes deep and comes with a growl.

“Ah, brother-sister bonding,” Dad remarks.

“What’s up?” Aldric asks him as he gets up and leaves me discarded on the floor of my room. It is filthy in here, but I do my best to keep it clean. I can only do so much without supplies. I stay lying motionless on the floor, inspecting the dirt. There are drops of my blood near me. I wonder how bad it was this time.

“The attack is about to begin. We need to help assist so we can ensure it goes smoothly,” Dad says. “You get your fill, or do you want more time?”

“Hmm. No, I’m good for now. We should celebrate after the spell is complete,” Aldric says.

“Yes. Lysa, prepare a meal for everyone. We will have guests in the castle, so be good,” my mom says. “When you finish, return here and keep quiet. We don’t want you disrupting the peace.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say quietly as I move myself to the corner of the room where my wash basin is. They all leave the room, and I lay my head back and sigh.

What I don’t understand is why they keep me around. If I’m so awful and useless, why don’t they just kill me? Why keep me locked away in this room? I need to do what they told me to do, so I get up and clean my body as best as possible before putting on one of my favorite dresses. It’s worn and tattered, but it has beautiful flowers all over it.

I love flowers of all kinds. They make me happy and it’s something no one can take from me. I spend a lot of my time sitting at the window and looking out onto the giant field. Even in the winter, it’s nice because I can still imagine what it looks like in the spring. Wildflowers cover the field and it’s not like my family can get rid of all of them. They don’t even know I like flowers. Quite honestly, Idon’t think they know much about me outside of my inability to cast spells.

Once I am ready, I leave my room, which is located in the far corner of the castle, and go to the main kitchen. They keep me separated so that no one can hear my screams when they visit me. I don’t think anyone outside of this castle even knows that I exist. If they do, I am sure my family has some bullshit story they have made up on why I never come into public.

I keep my head down as I walk to the main kitchen. Anyone who speaks to me ends up beaten and bloody at the hands of my mother. I’m not allowed to have friends and even when I was doing schooling as a child, the instructors were not permitted to speak to me beyond what was necessary. It’s stupid, really, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. It’s better and easier if I just keep to myself.

I put on an apron and set in on making food for everyone. I’d rather make too much than not enough, so I plan for more than I think will be here. Dad gets angry when I don’t make enough food. Maybe if we have extra, they’ll let me have a little bit of the leftovers. Usually, I have leftovers, but I have to plan ahead and make more. Even then, I have to be on my best behavior.

I am curious about what spell they’re casting. I may not be able to practice magic, but I have everything memorized. If they have several people helping, it must be something big. I have heard rumors of them wanting to mine in the neutral territory for Ignisium.This element is the essence of dragon fire, but it is scarce within Thalorin. It is mostly found within the neutral area between the witch territory, and the dragon shifter territory, Vulkara.

The neutral area takes up approximately twenty-five miles and is exactly that. Neutral. No war or conflict can take place in this area. Only the leaders are allowed to go into this area, but no one is allowed to build or mine. With our territory running low, I am guessing they are doing something stupid. Thalorin and Vulkara have a long-standing treaty and if they break that treaty, it will lead to war. The treaty is very simple, really. We can’t go there and they cannot come here. We leave each other alone and no one tries to kill anyone. Witches caught in their territory are promptly killed, it's the same for our territory with dragon shifters. For as long as I have been alive, there has never been a dragon in Thalorin. I have heard rumors and stories meant to scare little kids, but I’m not sure what is fact and what is fiction. Rumors say they are huge and feed on witches. The treaty was to prevent them from eating all of us.

I finish making and plating the food. All the servants have to do is take them out to the guests. I start cleaning up my area, but before I can finish, my parents come in with Aldric. They look like they’re in a good mood, thankfully. The spell must have worked.

“You cleaned,” Dad remarks.

“Yes sir,” I say quietly, keeping my head down.

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