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Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Ash - 08-06-2017
Ash was no push over when it came to terms of strength, but still, it was helpful that Jak was sober enough to at least move his legs while she supported his weight. With his cuffed arm draped over her shoulders, the chain clinking delicately with each step they took in unison, and her arm wrapped around his slumped torso they managed pretty fairly as the trio trudged up the beach and a few blocks with Desman navigating. The Storm Demon wasn't terrible with stamina either, just ask Jak, but she was ultimately lazy. So when the shiny red robut was trying to direct them to a place further away than a few blocks, she groaned mentally and prepared her complaint.
"That's way too far." She said, pausing in the middle of the street. She was still wearing almost nothing, the chains of her bottom straining to keep her mildly decent and the rip in her top giving both males plenty of cleavage to ogle at. Even the drunk long-eared man had noticed and continued to notice. Out of pure shyness or respect, he tried not to stare, but ultimately failed most of the time due to his position. He couldn't shake what he and the demonic looking female had done in the shower/changing stalls on the beach either, and deep inside felt he had been plenty of permission to stare at the half-naked woman.
"T-Too far?" Desman stuttered. They were Primes! But unless he felt like dragging Jak away - kicking and screaming probably because he'd be taking the man's toy away - he was going to have to re-research his data for another hotel. Luckily for them, there was a place just up the road that he remembered. "Fine, we can try a place closer by. Beach-Front Inn. According to memory, it should be over here." He said, pointing in the direction before looking at Ash, his antenna bobbing around comically and giving Jak some other jiggly thing to stare at for a moment.
Ash was displeased by the idea of walking any further than she had to, but she had to walk somewhere didn't she? Beach front property was promising. "Fine, but I want a balcony and room service." She said, not letting Desman negotiate as she began down the road. The mobile midget scoffed at her demands if only because he already planned to get the best room they could - as it was the only way to treat his friends - and rolled after them.
As a hotel manager, Louis had to endure a number of strange things come through his door. He's come to terms that it would be the case, always. Doing so has made his secondary life so much easier for the 15 years of doing this. Primes were usually the prime culprits of the levels of strange, but in general, he's had a good run with them. Most were polite and just needed a place to stay the night while lounging the beaches during the day. While the worse of them stood out the most, they still didn't cause too much trouble all things considering.
He looked out at his lobby. The floor was a polished white, mimicking the Nexus's feeling of infinite space if only in the small spaces between the dark rugs. Reds, golds, and browns make up the intricate patterns. Dotting the lobby were full sized sofas, multiple soft leathered ones next to dark stained side tables and soft illuminating lamps set just perfectly in each one's center. Exotic plants in even more exotic pots accent each corner or nook, and in the center of it all was a dust white fountain, clear water flows through the three tiered fountain that looked suspiciously like an over sized bird-bath, copper and silver pieces littered the bottom of each tier despite the 'Not A Wishing Fountain' sign that dangles from the velvet ropes boxing it in. Mild tropic-theme music floated through the air, gently creating a pleasant but relaxed environment that pleased the manager.
That was when our 'heroes' walked in.
Immediately Louis knew they were Primes because of how unique the whole situation was. A short robot with a glorious red paint job and a trail of sand left in his wake through the otherwise pristine lobby. A dark-skinned man who looked like he was ready to pass out at any moment and could easily take the girl who was helping him move down with him, the yellow-green hair and goggles were easy to recognize The Dynamite Kid from the recent Dante's Abyss. Finally, an unusual looking woman with bruised colored skin, horns, an imp-like tail, and finally not much clothing at all. Then again, this was the beach, Jak was just in some trunks himself.
Desman approached the unnecessarily large front counter, moving through the equally excessively massive but beautifully decorated lobby. He moved right up to the counter, which being higher than him forced the robot to take a few 'steps' back and lift his hand with a single finger extended. "One room for three guests, please." The rather normal human being behind the counter in his pressed suit blinked and was about to ask the appropriate questions when Des pulls a 'phat' stack of cash from behind his back and slaps it on the counter. "You're best!" He assured Louis, then turned around and gave his friends a thumbs up as if he'd just won his first haggle battle.
Ash didn't seem impressed, but Jak gave Des a thumbs up with the arm that has been dangling from its socket up until this point.
When Des turned back, the man behind the counter cleared his throat like he hadn't just watched the Prime do so. "Very well Sir. We have a variety of packages. Our 'best' room for purchase, however, is the penthouse suite."
"I'll take it!" Desman tried to sound dignified but came off a little eager.
"Very well, sir. Just some paperwork to fill out." Louis said, and then got to that.
But waiting quickly got boring for the drunk and the girl who needed more than just quiet ambient music to feel relaxed. Luckily Jak was on the same page and pointed to the fountain. The demon helped him over and let him play with the water but stopped him from drinking it by swatting his hand. Jak frowned at her, so she summoned one of the same silver pieces for him to toss in the fountain. "If you can get it in the top one, your wish will come true." She falsely promised.
Up to the challenge, Jak snorted at her, and then took one of the coins. He gave it a really hard toss without looking, trying to impress the woman that was holding him. They heard it hit a pot on the other side of the room break. Both had separate reactions, Jak's face went slack as he realized what he'd done, and he looked to see the damage. A potted plant had lost half its soil to the expensive looking rug it set next to. Mean while Ash turned to see if the man standing at the counter had noticed. He didn't. Ash had to stifle a giggle at the face Jak was making.
"Shit..." He mumbled, looking guilty as hell.
"Shh... Just don't say anything." Ash tempted him.
"But-" Jak tried to argue.
"Shh..." She hushed him once more, kissing his cheek. "Don't worry about it. Let's just go sit down."
Jak felt bad about not being as honest as he could, but he was also too drunk to argue. He let her pull him to one of the couches where they waited. He couldn't stop himself from looking at the broken pot, the plant was still standing so he didn't feel terrible, but he worried. He wasn't so sure why he was worried, but he was.
Ash rolled her eyes when she saw he was so focused on it. She grabbed him by the jaw with her now free hand and pulls him to look at her. "Don't bring attention to it." She said, then pulled his face to her's. He felt the lip ring shift under their kiss, and slowly he forgot about what had him so worried. Ash pulled away long enough to tilt her head towards his shoulder, and like the willing puppet, he'd become he followed, leaning back in for her kiss. It was a wet sloppy kiss, where their tongues collided gently and she could taste the turkey sandwich he'd eaten at the beach. Seconds later she felt his hand run along her thigh.
She grinned to herself, stopping the kiss but that didn't stop him. Jak kissed her cheek gently while he still felt up her leg. His seductress didn't dare stop him, instead, she leaned back up and kissed him, baiting him before leaning her head down but offering her mouth to him once more. Jak followed the lead and this time whens he opened her mouth it was to catch the bottom of his lip. It wasn't painful, but Jak tried to pull away all the same. She sucked on his lip but allowed it to pull free. The blushing man was confused, but she had his attention. "Don't like that?" She smirked.
Jak blushed harder though, keeping his voice as low as she had. "I kinda do.." He admitted.
Ash giggled and offered her mouth to him again. Face still on fire, Jak started to lean down again curious now to what she'd do next. Only to be stopped by Desman clearing his throat. Both of them looked up. "I'd say you two should get a room, but I just paid for one." He said, lifting the key card.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Jak Mar - 08-06-2017
Jak blushed drunkenly as he was able to walk with his own two feet as ash kept him up. " ugh... he continued until they all reached the fancy penthouse and desman slid the key. Jak found himself starting to get a headache and held himself up against the wall. He waited for Ash and Des to open the door when he saw the room "W...wow... Shit, this is great."
Entering the palace-like room, passing the pure white couches and shag rug combo seating area, Jak's bare feet slapped across the dark wood floor to the marble tiled kitchen and went straight to the fridge. He was looking for something cold to drink and got distracted by a glass bottle that looked a lot like the stuff he'd been drinking all night.
The man bent down and drunkenly stared at the stocked fridge's contents, grabbing one. "So mannnnny... To try.." He said, unscrewing the top and gulping it down. To his disappointment, it was non-alcoholic, and after a moment of waiting for it to kick in, he frowned. "No... No buzz." He tossed the glass behind him. Desman froze in horror at the idea of the drunk trashing the place already, but Ash's hand quickly caught the glass in mid air and was already moving towards the trash can with it.
None the wiser, Jak rummaged through the various flavors of pops, beers, and juices already present in the fridge for something with more of a kick. He hadn't drunk so much since his friend disappeared, what was his name again? "Anybody.. *Hic* ...waaaant some of my world's finest drinks?" He asked, having enough of not able to tell which drink was good or not. The long-eared man moved to the island and climbed into a chair.
"What kind of drinks?" Ash asked with a curl of her tail.
Summoning something he's had a million times would be easy, even drunk off his ass. When Jak's butt was firmly in the stool he summoned a beer bottle, the label in some language only he could read.
"Haven's best." He slurred, sliding it across the island at her. He gave her a kinky bartender wink, before summoning shot glasses full of some murky swirling hard liquor. One was pushed along the polished counter as he explained: "Eco shots."
You could see the exclamation mark appear above the bobbing orb that was Desman's antenna, but Ash's only reaction was to raise a brow with the obvious question on her face.
It took Jak a second to register it, only to let out a hardy drunk laugh. "It's not real Eco, guys." Jak then raises his hand and summons a simple glass. The inky substance looked a lot like the stuff the shots were made of, but held Ash's attention a lot more carefully. This was the real thing. Just as she was about to ask what he planned to do with it, the sludge took the form of a wobbly orb and lifted up in the air. The dark-Eco moves towards its master, Jak. "This is real eco."
It slowly began to melt and be absorbed into Jak's bare skin. He cocked another drunk smile. Des felt panic rise inside of him as the wastelander offered the floating ball to them both. "Anybody brave enough to at least try?"
Ash summons a straw and is already stabbing the eco, sucking it through the straw like a thick milkshake. It tasted awful, so she chases it with one of the shots he'd made. Jak's jaw dropped as he watched her consume it without hesitation, he may never be used to how outgoing this woman was. "Taste like jizz." She said a mere moment before a strange feeling came over her.
Like Jak's own transformation, blue electricity crackled around her as the eco reacted to her magical blood. Her form turned a bright red. They watched as it consumed her, and just as the two began to wonder if that was a bad idea, bright neon blue lights in the shape of her colorless eyes opened slowly. The horns on the sides of her head turn from red to blue, and after a flash of light, her body was back to normal except the glow and the crackling electricity.
Desman was left speechless while Ash grinned a wicked smile, and Jak felt the beast inside him purr at the sight of something so gorgeously dangerous. Her hair floats down and he watches as the glowing stops, and finally, the sparks subside.
Just like that though, Jak's memories of Tess and Daxter at a bar waiting for him with a drink to celebrate whatever shit hole he had to crawl out of at the time were the last thing on his mind. He summoned one last drink, something red and slug like, a 'bloody metal heads' as Daxter called it, and downed it for courage. It worked its magic on him quickly before he leaned on the table and arched his brows several times in the classical 'how you doin' sexy lady?' manner. It got a laugh out of her, and he reached out for her hand.
She took it with her own, and he leads her towards the back to one of those king-sized beds, stopping and letting her hand go to back up into the bed. He wasn't new at this flirting game, but he was still a novice. Ash didn't mind because her grin only grew as he backed up seductively. He rocked his hips side to side while his hands untied the draw string on his shorts and let them fall a little shorter on his body. Her tail flicked playfully and she was ready to follow.
Unfortunately for Jak, as soon as he cleared the door way the door snapped shut and he'd hear the door lock into place. On the other side, the one responsible, Desman called through. "Enough of that, Jaky. It's time you get some rest." He said, taking charge of the situation. Then he pointed to Ash. "And you, he's sick and in no position for that kind of.. 'activity'." He was about to shame her when two things happened. Ash pouted, then smiled like she'd found a new target for her lust; making Desman turn a deeper shade of red just before he heard Jak howl out in frustration. Next thing he knew, a pair of claws slid through the door like butter about 2 feet above his head.
*Gulp.*
Quote:ECO - Jak and Daxter's mix for a good time.
BASE:
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1 oz Strawberry Rum
1/3rd di amore quattro orange (any orange liquor can be used)
Sprite (filler)
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Pour all ingredients in a short glass over ice
stir gently.
Top with the shot (See below)
enjoy
SHOTS:
Light ECO
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3/4th oz 99 bananas
¼th vodka
splash creme de coconut
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Dark ECO
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¼th Blue curacao
¼th Sloe Gin
½ hypnotiq
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Yellow ECO
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½ creme de bananas
½ wild turkey American honey
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Red ECO
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1/3rd Cinnamon fireball whiskey
1/3rd Cherry pucker
1/3rd Amaretto
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Blue ECO
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½ hypnotiq
½ captain Morgan
splash blue curacao
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Green ECO
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½ midori
½ pineapple rum
splash Sweet & sour mix
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Instructions for all shots:
Pour all ingredients into a shaker with ice
shake vigorously
strain into a shot glass
pour into the base cocktail
Enjoy
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Desman Black - 08-07-2017
'Crap! Desman intimidate reaction was to back away from the door and in front of Ash, though they didn't seem to happy about this.
"I can protect myself you know." The bruise color demon said, and although the tone suggested it, she didn't roll her eyes.
"Now is not the time Ash." Desman grunted, trying to keep hold of the cutlass that he had used to block another attack. It didn't work.
Where he was freaking out, she was calm, bored even. Her face twisted up slightly. "Where did you get the cutlass?" She seriously asked in this serious situation.
"I said now is not the time!" Desman, obviously angry, waltzed Ash like a spinning top to a sitting position behind a shield known as 'the cocktail bar'.A
sh wasn't dizzied easily, but the force and trajectory of his improve ballet left her ass down on the ground. She didn't say a thing, he obviously wasn't listening to her.
"Look, I didn't choose to became a hero, fate dragged me into it."She frowned at that. "So? Take it from me, 'fate' isn't stone solid. You can fight that shit, so why let it control you?"
"CAUSE I CHOOSE TOO!!" Even if Ash wasn't going to admit it, the line surprised her, it was the loudest (and presumably angriest) line she heard from the robot since they met, not even as hard guilt trip with Jak was this bad, and that was pretty hard. The next bit had a significantly softened tone though. "Look, I allow fate to wash over me, because I know what state I would be in if fate didn't come and bring me my guiding light that day. If it didn't, Best case I would just be an empty shell, Worst case, I would've shot myself in the next week or so. But even with fate helping me, ever since that day I've always been second place, never had anything for myself, except her. But now she's gone too, taken by Omni, just like Jak, you two are the only things I have left... I-I'm so alone." By this point Des was already balling his eyes out, his voice sounding so so human.
Silence fell on the two, Jak's temper tantrum coming to an end. He was too drunk and too tired to deal with this shitty door apparently. But his vulnerability was not lost on her, just wasted.
Or was it?
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Ash - 08-08-2017
This is exactly why Ash didn't get involved with other people. The dependency of most humans got to ridiculous levels and it frustrated her more than ever. This seemed like the perfect textbook example of someone getting far too clingy with her, especially fast and without reason. Anyone who knew Emma Shutter even a bit would cringe at the idea, and expect her to break him for it.
Yet, the worse that happened as he poured his heart out to her was that she laid her back on the cold floor and stare with her blank eyes at the blank ceiling. She noticed some light fixtures while she held in a groan. To say she was listening and willing to help him cope would be too generous. All she heard was that he was helpless... And alone. His status as an NPC or PC was really muddy lately, but now that she thought about it all it made more sense that he was a PC. Furthermore, it sounded like the player was projecting into his character after a bad break up.
Call her heartless, call her cold, call her whatever makes you feel better, but she’s never signed up for long lasting and meaningful friendships. Her need for companionship was limited to a good time, more than likely in the bed. But he already came between her and Jak's groins, she wasn't letting him ruin her buzz or good mood with some sob-story bullshit. Whatever it was worth, some of the more interesting details attach themselves to her memory.
Maybe it was the excitement of being a rebound girl that spurred her to action. Perhaps it was just to simply shut him up, but she picked herself back up and while he was crying like a child she acted.
With a move so quick his processors couldn't keep up, using her feet she dropped him to the floor in a similar fashion to kick boxers. The sword clattered to the ground and skidded into the living room before blinking out of existence. Perplexed on top of being a crying mess, he looked up at her with confusion and shock. Had she finally lost her patience with him?
Seconds later his puzzled tear stained face was frozen in shock as she climbed on top of him. Her shapely legs spread over his toppled body and she pressed her crotch into his ‘hips’ where his motor was supercharged by now.
He watched as she licked her lips like a wild wolf who’s found wounded prey while the vibrations rumbled against her most sensitive spot, more than welcomed at the moment. He’d feel her grind into him a little as she got comfortable, and watched as the black hair fell from her shoulders like a sexy curtain to hide her lustful gaze from anyone who could walk in at this point. It was locked on him.
The already red robot started to glow a crimson color from his face as he watched in awe at this woman. She left him speechless, but she was far from done with him.
“Shh…” The seductress whispered, before sitting up straight. As she did she dragged finger tips across his chest. When she reached her thighs doing this she moved them slowly up her body from her hips. The gold fake chains rattled as she pushed past them with her fingers, nudging the tips into her top and brushing it away to reveal her modest but pleasant naked breast.
All at the same time she heard his jaw unhinge and Jak's key crash against his chest piece. Both hit the floor at the same time for the same reasons.
Desman's body stiffened at the sight of her topless form. For an almost endless minute, he couldn’t do anything but stare. He tried to say something several different ways, but action finally won out the stuttering mess that he was trying to say. However, when he reached up to cover his face, she grabbed his hand and his blaster and pinned them to the floor at his sides. Her body moving made everything jiggle and her hair shift to bring shade to his face. "A-Ash, what are you doing?" He sounded as bewildered as he looked.
The topless demon smirked down at him. "Shh... Just relax." She softly teased him before her skilled fingers slid down the blaster. Her bluish-purple phalanges poke and prod every indention in his chest piece until she found one that moved. She found the latch with her fingernail when she pried at it with enough force his hardware popped open for her. "You've worked so hard lately... You deserve a little reward." She prompted him, opening the compartment. Her voice sultry and focused. Des jerked slightly, but she was stronger than she pretended to be. "Easy... I know what I am doing." She said, but the truth was she was really good at figuring out what she was doing.
Her fingers play with the inner workings, of his body. It wasn’t unlike her caressing his naked chest had he been human. Maybe it even tickled as her gentle fingers lightly dragged along his exposed skin.
"There you are.." She spoke quietly to herself, but he could hear her. He had no idea what she looking for, and it was hard to say he'd have helped her if she did tell him. He tried to get a view of what she was toying with, lifting his head to view into his own inner workings. She never even acknowledged him, just kept doing as she pleased. He was both scared and strangely delighted by her actions. Not unlike a virgin with a far more experienced girl.
She was looking for anything she could use as a port or Jack-In point. The best she could find was a thick wire that looked like it wasn’t important to his life support, which she found in the form of a beating heart. He really was human under all this... Then he would enjoy this as much as she would.
Firmly grasping the wire and freeing it, he’d feel a little shock and would jump, but found himself paralyzed by her power. Then he watched something hackerish appear on her arm that held him down and he got nervous. “Just relax.” Ash coaxed him, but it was no different than his vixen showing him a toy she planned to use on him without his consent. She plugged his wire into it and whatever function was its purpose came back online while she takes a nasty looking cable from the cyber deck and with a grin that made him uneasy again she raised her body once more to do something to herself.
He watched as she pulled her hair back from her neck and stabbed the giant gnarly looking cable-head into herself. He was purely shocked by the image of a sex demon stabbing herself in the spinal cord, only for the sensation of pleasure to course through him like electricity, shaking his core and bringing heat to his face again. The feeling of arousal was new to him, but he understood it to be what it was. What got really hard to understand was if it was his pleasure or her’s. “A-Ash..” He panted.
“Already?” The Storm Demon grinned as she teased like she knew what was happening to him. “But we just got started.”
Desman’s limbs grabbed her as best as one hand and a mounted blaster could and held her firmly where she sat, inadvertently pushing her into his body and forcing her to endure more intense vibrations. He became aware of it very quickly though as their arousal spiked. As quickly as he could he let her go. Her body slid over the hump that was his body, sending shivers through him. What was happening!? “Nnngh!”
Ash giggled. It wasn't like your typical school girl laugh at some boy being adorable. It was more like an imp’s laugh, fitting for her image and for getting what she wanted. He still didn't understand fully what was happening, just that she did and she was in control. He stared at her breast, unable to tear his eyes away...
Then he heard her voice in his head, “Knock, knock.” Before an automated voice granted her access. To what exactly? Was she hacking him this whole time?!
-
In Desman’s head space he saw the image of a naked woman with platinum blond hair, warm peach skin, blank white eyes, and a holy glow to her. She appeared before his human self, Ash’s same smile planted on her face. She floated, and he could just make out ghostly wings. It was her avatar she used in the depths of the Matrix back home, it radiated false peace that calmed his racing mind regardless of his opinion of it.
Emma drifted down to him like his personal angel of mercy, wrapped her arms around his neck like a youthful lover, and then she kissed him abruptly and passionately. He felt the sensation of her tongue along his and the brush of her flesh on his.
-
Black Ash was left sitting on the bare floor, back propped on the island’s support, knees raised and spread; nearly naked. One hand on her own chest, the cuff that appeared on this hand when she respawned was still there; the broken chain tapping the polished metal as she groped herself shamelessly. The look of inexperienced pleasure set on her modified face in the form of burning red heat in her synthetic cheeks. The other hand already in the mesh bikini bottom, exploring their newly combined body while their minds drift between the shared headspace and control over their body.
She looked very much like Ash, identical enough to know that she was the dominate one physically; and yet, different enough to question the identity of the two presently combined.
Her skin wasn’t skin so much as it was a flexible casing that reacted like skin; where Ash was the color of a deep bruise, Black Ash had a matte dusty red finish with splashes of polished black in the places that represented joints. Lines ran along her body in circuit-like patterns. These were dark lines until a pulsing light passes through, making the neon blue briefly before they fade back into black lines.
The feather soft black hair is now thick black cords with silver cone caps on the ends, chrome bands randomly wrapped around the various lengths of cable locks which fall around her shoulders. Sticking out of her dreadlocks were the horns. The base still set above her still pointed ears, but instead of coming together, they curve up into the air. Where they were once solid and reflective, these horns appeared void of light, until they also pulse with blue.
The pulsing light that runs through her body shares the same speed of a racing heart beat. Barely dimming before the electricity courses through them again. Matching the heavy panting coming from her open mouth as she continued to play with her highly sensitive body, hot breath escaping her in smoke colored plumes out into the cool room.
It was both impossible to gauge and unimportant if she was aware of her own actions while her fingers toyed with the dark crimson nipple, but it looked as if she were on autopilot with her lids drooping lazily the way they were. Behind the falsie-level lashes a dim blue glow can be seen, her gaze unfocused and full of lust as they continue to inflict self-pleasure on their new body. Her hands move slowly as if it were the first time she’s ever touched herself. In a sense, it was.
At the very first touch they gasped together, but while he hesitated she was already pushing for action. Clearly, the sensitivity didn’t bother her, she was embracing it. Meanwhile, something distracted him. Something hard to their touch, something that he could fit their finger in and pull at the risk of sending their higher octave feminine voice out in pleasured shrills.
Life returns to the doll like figure as Desman realized what it was he’d found. “Y-you can pierce that?” He exclaimed with an even higher pitch, breaking the trance if only momentarily to do so. Surprise washed over their face in a heat wave from their boiling blood collecting in Black Ash’s cheeks. He heard her chuckle in his ear. “W-Why would you ev- Ahh!” Her hand gave it another tug as if done by another person.
The voice that abruptly escaped her mouth was feminine, electronic, and loud. Ash couldn’t be bothered to control the volume and Desman wasn’t given any rest to be able to. To hell with anyone who was trying to sleep, including Jak.
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In his head space - their head space - the individuals were in a heated knot of passion. She straddled him in the same way as before while they made out. Their kiss was what fantasies were made of: hot breath, wet tongues, saliva dripping from their mouths like honey, moans melting into one another so it's impossible to tell who it came from.
His face was on fire and every sensation she forced onto him felt like it would drive him into insanity through pleasure. Her hands rubbed his shoulders and chest, while Desman's hands were locked in place on her hips; trembling. Everything about her body was warm like the sun’s rays and soft like silk, except where their bodies connected; that was on fire… It was hell and heaven all wrapped in one.
He doesn’t recall ever agreeing to this, but he didn’t have the strength to stop it. Nor the will... Like fate, he was willing to let her do as she wanted with him.
That said, he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this.
Of course, she was merciless until he quenched her lustful thirst.
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Ash sat at the island bar in nothing but a white silk robe, which she left wide open for anyone to walk in and see for themselves. She popped another cherry into her mouth without and sense of irony, stem and all. Her left hand returned to the key she left on the counter to retrieve that cherry from one of the several plates of food and lifted it before balancing the key between her index finger and the counter top. Then with a skilled hand, she flicked the key to spin in place.
In her right hand was her commlink, she was checking her email, to see if Jaixe had responded yet. He hadn’t. Instead, she found a text message from Dust about 30 minutes old. He was asking about Jak.
A grin filled out her pierced lip. He really was a good guy, wasn’t he?
While she picked at a dozen or so plates full of food from the kitchen, the boys were presumably fast asleep. Both had been pushed to the limit physically, mentally, and emotionally. They had more than enough earned a good rest. She could only assume Jak had eventually passed out and Ash had left Desman in the other bed.
She wasn’t sure if he would be able to appreciate the fine thread count or the dense supportive mattress, but she saw him appreciating that more than waking up on the floor like a broken vibrator she abused before dropping it where it landed. Even if that’s exactly what she did.
In her commlink, she made a quick note of her discovery. Desman remained a low-profile PC, even with this fusion feature he hadn’t really impressed her all that much. Still, he had his usefulness.
After having already swallowed the meat of the fruit, the Storm Demon set her eyes on the trashcan across the room. She aimed, and then spit the cherry pit in a way that it bounces off the shelving and into the can. A glance in it would show evidence that this was not the first pit. Ash then pulled out a knotted stem and dropped it on the empty half of the platter of fruit before grabbing a handful of white grapes.
She put all of them in her mouth and began to chew as she responded to Dust’s text.
There was a variety of other foods laid out, mostly breakfast related. French toast and pancakes stacked on one plate, a large pile of bacon and sausage links, fruit out the ass, eggs, and even half a pile of muffins. It was a wonder how a girl like her could eat so much. That was just one more thing for bitches to be jealous of.
She had also found the speaker’s system and at a soft reasonable volume, a steady stream of alternative rock danced in the empty corners of the penthouse. Nothing like the obvious lewd noises she'd been filling the entire floor with earlier.
Just another day.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Jak Mar - 08-08-2017
Jak sat up and casually threw a pillow at the door. “Ugh, *hic*, sleep sounds good. He got up and drunkenly picked said pillow up ignoring said moaning for the time being.
Jak’s dream is a weird blend of happiness including odd dreams of the future. A blackness surrounds jak’s vision as the two sides decide to pop up. The dark beast pokes a finger in his direction. “Hey, when are you going to “wake up?” The man eyes the two figures. “What the heck do you mean?”
“You don't see it? You've been drunk too long to figure out things. “
“Just give me details.” Mar mumbled in his sleep.
The lighter version of Jak handed him some cinnamon tea, come on and sit with us.
The regular Jak just stood there, eying him. “Are YOU kidding me?”
“Nope. You need to relax.” Light sipped peacefully.”
“Why?” The eco warrior immediately lifted a eyebrow.”
Instead, you have Dark Jak sitting in a another setting just forced to do the same thing.
“Come on, Jak, you know you want to.”
“I’m shocked, I’d think Light would do that but you?”
“Yeah, you need to relax, Jak.”
Jak resisted the urge to facepalm.
And then Ash and Desman appeared as symbols in his mind “You need to relax, Jak… You need to.”
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Desman Black - 08-11-2017
As Des's senses and motor function came back online, he could have sworn that he felt something between his legs, well where his legs were before becoming a robot, something he hadn't felt in about... how long was it... 4 years? But he knew that couldn't happen, nor could the pounding head be from a hangover, so what happ...
It was at this moment that Des didn't know whether to pat himself on the back, or to go back to sleep and hide under his covers. He had done it... or had he? Did any of those experiences really count as 'sex'? He could always ask Ash about it, but that would probably make things awkward... assuming they weren't already.
'Oh well' Desman knew he would have to get of the bed eventually, and now's a good a time as any.
As the robot got into the main room, he was greeted by a wicked grin and overly happy tone. "Good morning, Sunshine~!"
"Did you seriously not sleep at all last night?" With the dozieness of his voice, it was hard to tell whether Desman was actually concerned, or just overly teasing after last night.
"You are going to have to do better than a couple of rounds to tire me out." Ash teased as she picked up another cherry and put it in her mouth, pulling the stem off this time. Her wicked grin ever continuing to stay in place.
"Well if we ever end up in another hotel room this expensive again, could you put me on the couch instead, not only are the beds so comfy you don't want to get out of them, but their softness is a pain when you have wheels." Desman groaned, his first time having sex, a hangover probably borrowed from Ash when they were fused, and oversleeping catching up with him at the same time.
"Sure thing, hun." Ash continued to tease, her tail flicking as playfully as a cat's. "It's bad form though, to make the guy paying for the room sleep on the couch."
"You're not making me." The robot explained, before following along on his predator's game. "And isn't it just as bad form to let a lady do the same?"
"Who said I was going to sleep on the couch? There's more than enough room in that bed for the both of us." She winked at him.
The girl seemed to have struck a nerve, or whatever replacement Desman had for them, as his visor light seemed to brighten up a little. 'Holy crap, is she already making advances, this soon after I just woke up from the last?'
"I-I mean, it s-sounds nice and all, b-but..." He stuttered.
Victory crossed her dark lips in the form of a smile. She let him deal with that for a moment. "There's even more room when were wrapped up in each other like that.." She sounded like she was thinking out loud, but the direct eye contact between both eyeless Primes made it impossible to deny her blatant teasing. "I can always see how Jak feels about sharing a bed if it bothers you that much that I might have to sleep on the couch." After a pause to pull the pit out of her mouth politely instead of spitting it across the room, she added: "Did you want breakfast? I don't know what a cyborg built like yourself can and cannot do."
"That's pretty understandable, if you asked me about some random robot I wouldn't be able to tell you much about it either." Desman tried to joke, it just came off as desperate and cutely awkward. "Do you want me to help with anything..." though as soon as he asked, he immediately wished he hadn't as his mind flooded with all the ways that could be misinterpreted.
Indeed it could be and in many ways, and were. She didn't make the obvious comments. "Not at the moment, room service took care of everything. But if I think of something I'll let you know."
The robotic midget signed a breath of relief, almost wiping the sweat off his forehead before remembering he didn't have any. Leaning on the edge of the couch, he let himself sag as a new song came on. "In, The, Tall skyscrapers, of ancient japan..." With the awkwardness of before, it was nice to have something else to focus on. Maybe he was focusing a little too much as a gold glowing sphere shape starting appearing right in front of the radio.
As the ball dispersed, two groups of men were birthed out of it and onto the floor of the hotel room. One duo were definitely samurai, but the other one consisted on a ninja and a ...superhero? ... with a boner?
As all four opened their eyes, the samurai clothed in pink was the first to talk. "What is this place?" Arin said. It looked similar to the city they were just in, sure the big difference was it was still standing, but something felt weird.
Desman on the otherhand had finally realized what had happened. 'Omni did say anything, guess that means people too.' The robot walked up to the samurai duo, and held his hand out to pick them up. "We're in The Omniverse, long story. Short answer is that I seemed to have summoned you here."
The two imminently got down on there right knee, looking down and placing their weapons in front of themselves. "My lord." The robot was obviously startled by this but tried to keep his cool the best he could. "You obviously must be powerful to have teleported us from our Dystopian future, we are in your debt."
The so far quiet samurai looked back over his shoulder. "What is it Barry?" Arin asked, looking back himself, to see the scantily clad blue skinned woman behind the counter. The two immediately got into a fighting stance. "Stay back vial demon, we will not allow you to use your wicked spells on our lord!"
Ash has been watching this all go down curiously while still eating on the large amounts of quickly cooling food. She'd never tried to summon a person, of course she had no one worth summoning. Purposely or accidently.
When the attention was put back on her she didn't even flinch, but she did smile her famous devil's smile when the samurai threatened her. "You are a bit late to stop that." She teased, more Desman than the man with his hand on his weapon. Folding her fingers and sitting her chin in the hammock that they made.
"How dare you, you despicable..."
Des was about to interfere when the afro spandex guy butted in with singing.
"Everybody, Shut up!
I have an erection
Look at all it's glory, it's the only way
to stop this fight before peek escalation
This is more important than what you have to say!
Just stop your quarrel and look at my cock
look at the way it hops, pops and locks
I see your gonna' honor me with that sword/Please hold your applause"
And with that Arin swung his sword at the spandex wearing superhero. Suddenly the ninja threw a smoke bomb at the ground and avoided getting hit too, when the smoke cleared the room an obviously fake dummy dressed up to look like the singer was lying on the ground cut in half.
"Now what do you want me to do with the devil?" the leader of the samurai duo asked while turning to face said 'devil'.
"I don't want you to do anything with them, they're... they're someone special" Desman tried to explain.
The two samurai immediately bowed at their hips. "I am sorry my lord, my lady."
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Ash - 08-12-2017
Ash’s brow rose for the occasion, it would be easier to note that she had no piercings in them at this moment for whatever unsaid reason. First at Desman’s summoned beings took to yelling and singing about his impressive hard-on. If anyone asked her, it was better than average, but then again: Jak. The display after that lowered her facial features again and she just continued to look bored with their threats.
Then it arched up again when Desman blubbered something out about she being someone special to him. As to exactly what he meant by that was lost in translation. It crossed her mind to cut him down right then and there, but she decided to let it slide if only to keep the progress she had so far built up to and to keep a neutral stance with the samurai. The demon instead looked over towards the remaining group, who have already snapped to a respectful deep bow.
Which she only knew meant respect of levels as high as the skyscrapers she climbed on a regular basis because of some game that explained it to her. Then she was called ‘lady’, and she put her eyes upon Desman. He’d feel her gauze before he’d see it, but he would know she was looking at him. If he was a cyborg that was allowed to sweat, there would be salty condensation rolling off his visor.
She was sharp, he’d note; but was she cooperative?
Ash unfolded her fingers and leaned on the table once again, the key finding its way in her cuffed hand and her chin in the free one. Was she thinking about it, or was she simply ignoring it? Desman might never know. He turned to his secondaries, unsure what to do with them exactly.
"Y-you don't think we're married, do you?" Desman finally responded to what the two had said.
"No, why would we think that there is no wedding ring. You are obviously just engaged." The samurai responded, or the only one that even spoke, now.
The red midget rolled closer to his ‘fiance’. "Is that better or worse?" Desman whispered to Ash.
That was when they all heard the other bedroom’s door pry open from its frame as Jak left his room.
-
Prior to this though, Jak had his own summoning to deal with.
After his tea-party adventures in wonderland, his dreams turned to Ash. His Darker half encouraged it, and his Light half was objective until the Dark side pointed out that they had just told their host that he needed to relax and if Dark Jak can fake enjoyment of tea then Light Jak can pipe up and enjoy the show.
His dreams delved into his instincts and desires. Ash was on top of him, pinning his wrist to the bed frame via the cuffs he’d given her, and her free hand yanking on the leash attached to a collar around his throat. Perhaps at first, it was symbolic, how even he could see she had him wrapped around her little finger, but it quickly took a new life of its own. By the end of it, he’d have to admit he liked this kind of thing and that the only symbolic part of this is the part that Ash was bringing it out in him.
He tried to blame his past, after being lead around by fate for so long maybe he just started enjoying it. This level or erotic play never came up with his other girlfriends so he couldn’t compare the two side by side...
Or could he? He watched the image of Ash bouncing on his lap turn to the dark-elf woman he’d met in the middle of nowhere. Her red dreadlocks bouncing around her shoulders, her endowed chest making a good show of things, and her sun-touched skin covered in her own tattoos. He remembered her how he’d seen her before. Her hands on his chest and his on her shapely hips. The difference between the two Ash bodies was night and day, but he couldn’t tell you which one he preferred.
It wasn’t until he heard her moaning his name did he wake up to find the woman from his past in the room. His tanned skin turned hot and he looked down to confirm what he was feeling. Then up into her sultry eyes. His cheeks were on fire and then she kissed him.
-
Moments later, she was asleep beside him, and he had a hard time not enjoying the closeness again. His fingers stroke her shoulder as he remembered all the nights they’d spent, how it was just like any other one. Except they never spent nights in royal level sheets and beds. And when he looked up at the room to see the kitchen’s light streaming in through the claw marks he’d left in the door last night.
As well, he saw the shorts he’d been slipping off as an invite to Ash in the corner of the bed at his feet. It all hit him like a bad hangover… Of which he also suffered from. Like a ton of bricks dropping from the penthouse’s balcony, it hit him that he had summoned Ashlien in his sleep while making love to her in his dreams. Internally he glared in Dark Jak’s direction, but it was not the eco-fueled demon that had been the one that was so careless.
Unable to deal with it, Jak pulled himself from the sleeping woman at his side. While she rolled over to sleep a little longer, taking the sheets with her, Jak rushed to put his trunks back on. Falling in the process but not waking his princess up. He couldn’t get the door open at first, until he remembered being locked in and how easy it was to flick the cheap lock on the knob.
With the heat still in his cheeks, he moved through the penthouse to the kitchen and flicked the sink on. It was a modern appliance that he knew how to use and the only source of cold water. With both hands he gathered the clean water and splashed it across his face a few times, rubbing it in to douse out the flames. With water dripping from his nose and facial hair he stared down at the water filled plates in the sink before someone finally broke the silence.
“J-Jak! Good morning!” Desman greeted him as naturally as he could while freaking out on the inside. “B-Buddy!” He added, trying to keep the samurai from instantly attacking him as well. How little it was going to matter if Ash and he carried on like they had been last night with the two sword wielding men in the room.
The wastelander turned to see Desman approaching him, remembering how they had come to Costa Del Sol to drink their problems away together. Before his eyes locked onto Ash. His jaw went slack. How could he forget Ash? This his eyes lowered to her open top, her naked body fully exposed for him and the other 3 men to see.
He felt hot again, then he realized how bad of a situation this really was. He flipped around so his back was up against the sink, and he eyed his closed door with a little worry. It had been 3 years and the moment he starts to get involved is the moment his past comes back for him!? Worse, he could only imagine how the two were going to react when they found out about each other.
Before he could contemplate on how to deal with this, the silent so far samurai raises a blade and aims it at Jak’s naked chest while the talking one joined him at a short distance. “Who is this?” Arin demanded. Jak’s brows lower in frustration, flashbacks of Coruscant burn through him. Who the hell were they?
"Like I said, he's an old friend of mine. Met him while saving the universe actually." The Robot tried to keep it cool, but it was kinda hard when you suddenly had two samurais.
The two stood their ground a little longer, until it looked like they would not even move for their Prime, but eventually lowered their swords, staring at Jak with great suspicion. “Very well then,” he replied before stepping aside.
The Eco-worrier moved over to Desman’s side while still watching them before finally putting his back to the two men and turning to Des and Ash. “Who are these guys?” He growled, looking over his shoulder.
Ash remained motionless this whole time, robes still open. When she saw the two men looking in their direction, she rolled her eyes and made herself decent, leaving a tight knot in her robes before turning to whisper at Jak. “Desman accidentally summoned these guys and to save them from a royal ass kicking he told them we were engaged.”
“I did no such thing!” Desman’s voice rose higher but remained hushed. “I mean.. I did summon them... But they assumed that all on their own.” His tone lowered back down.
It didn’t matter because Jak was already distracted by his own summoning when they mentioned it. Then as if on cue, Ashelin came into view in nothing but a sheet. She leaned on the door frame expecting just her lover in the kitchen but quickly righted her position when she saw the two clad in pink with their swords bared like fangs, a brightly colored red robot, and a bruise colored demon in a silk robe. She reached for her pistol to defend herself but remembered how naked she was. “Jak!” She cried out.
Everyone’s eyes were on her next. Jak’s heart stopped when he heard his name in her voice. The samurais were surprised, but more surprised of the blatant visual of a naked woman in a sheet. Sure she was covered up by the fine-threads, but her huge chest still stood out! “Blasphemy!” Arin claimed, and the blades turned on the other half naked woman.
Desman’s heart rate jumped through the roof, and Jak’s nails grew into claws, but to everyone’s surprise, it was Ash who spoke up. “STAND DOWN!!” Her voice commanded attention, and the volume dared the two to continue.
She was their lady, how could they? However, this bit was getting old. Arin stood up to challenge her authority, demanding the potential bride of his Prime to excuse her just as easily as Desman saved Jak.
Ash was more experienced in twisting the truth than Des was at accidentally doing it. The demon who looked as if she would break reality a mere moment ago now smiled sweetly at Jak. He couldn't shake the fear that slowly gripped his heart. Was it because Ash knew what he’d done? Or was her potential to flip like that just scary? Maybe it was a combination or something else entirely that froze his core. Would there be a cat-fight or not? “Jak, dear.” Her words left Jak with a bad taste. This sweetness wasn't her. “You should have told us Ashelin was awake..”
The male elf’s jaw dropped. She knew who this was? How?
Ash walked around the island and past everyone. She grabbed Ashelin’s hand gently. “I’m sorry to have to say that your honeymoon trip has been interrupted by..” She shot the two a glare. “Guest.” Then with some visible force pushed the other woman back towards Jak’s room. “Let’s get dressed before they call us heathens in our own kitchen.” Ash’s words dripped with venom towards the pink swordsmen. They could feel her resentment for their embarrassing actions. Like when her mother tried to shame her. It never worked on her, but maybe it would work for her.
While both Ash’s vanish into the room to presumably get dressed, the two sets of men turned to each other. There was a mixture of tension and embarrassment in the air, which was cut through like a knife by Desman’s phone going off.
Ashelin was quick to point her finger at the demon when they were alone but kept her voice hushed enough to stay between them. “I’ve never met you before, how do you know me and my name?”
“I have my resources,” Ash replied, not offering anything else.
The redhead waited but eventually moved on. “Who are you? What’s going on? Where am I?”
The Storm Demon let her adjust her sheet before she responded. “Call me Ash. I assume you mean what is going on back there and where we are now. I’m assuming because you don’t know where you are you were summoned by Jak.”
“What do you take me for? I am no man’s to ‘summon’.”
Ash rolled her eyes. “Okay. From the top. This is the Omniverse, you were summoned by a prime making you a secondary. In other words, you lack the same perks as Jak and myself. We’re primes. That's all you need to know. Those guys in the pink are also secondaries and they were summoned by Desman. The red guy.” She pointed over her shoulder. “They have sticks the size of Jak’s dick up their ass about something and seem against everything sexy. So you could be a little thankful that I saved you because I don't think Jak can deal with another death after Daxter.”
“How do you know how-” She began but quickly caught the end of that. “Wait... Dax is dead?” Ashelin put aside her anger. Looking as terrible as Jak did.
“Yeah. Just a week ago. Primes are immune to death. But not secondaries.” Ash hit that nail as hard and as fast as she could. “Now put these on.” She pushed vague copies of the long-eared woman’s old clothes into her hands. “And this.” She tosses a simple diamond ring at her. “Pretend for now that you and Jak are newlyweds and just until we get rid of the do-dos.”
Ashelin stared at the ring and wasn't sure what to think. It looked expensive despite its simplicity. “Are you sure I can take this?” She looked up to watch the robe unravel in a blue light, the demoness’ clothes changing right in front of her eyes.
When Ash was done she chose a more respectful length shirt. It looked made of fine silk, it covered her chest and up to her jaw, the shoulders were cut out but the sleeves reach past her fingertips and were big bells of pink, rustic red, and royal purple fabric. Accents in purple ribbons in the form of bows and long tails dot the wrap of the top. A mere 2 inches of her skin showed before black skin tight pants covered her perky ass. On her feet were polished purple heels. Her hair fell in thick looking locks around her shoulders. Her lip ring was now a stud of dark metal under her lip and the rest of the piercings were gone or just as toned down. “It’s fine.” She said simply, putting her hands on her hips and waiting for their guest.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Jak Mar - 08-13-2017
Ashelin's dreads were hanging on her head as she slipped on her familiar clothing she remembered from home. She may of been the Governess of Haven City, but she didn't have to meet the city's standards on what she had to wear for now. She was also Captain of the Freedom guard. She held a huge weight on her shoulders as Haven must of thought she was kidnapped or something which worried her as much as shocked her.
She had questions, but there was more on her mind. The captain bent down and whispered to Jak "Where's my commander?"
Jak tensed, he knew this was going to happen. She was smart and she could figure out things in Haven City. This is what Jak feared would happen. Ashelin turned serious "I haven't seen him in a long time and the city's on High alert."
Jak was silent "Torn... errr he's dead."
Ashelin could've fainted right there and then as her voice raised loud "WHATTTT?!
Jak looked back sheepishly and saw Desman's samurais glaring his way, while Ash was just staring at the two. He pushed her a little further away from their eyes. "Come on Ashelin." He said, quietly, his voice mild and his face on the ground. "Its already hard enough dealing with this.."
The woman was ready to tear into him again, only to see the pain in his blue eyes. She looked away, and allowed their comrades a moment of silence.
Aware of the eyes on them, Jak finally cleared his throat and took her hand. He spotted the ring and shot her a confused look. Ashline whispered, "Ash said we should pretend were married in front of the guys in helmets." Even through all this heartbreak, his face managed to blush.
Marriage has never crossed his mind before.. He pushed it out of his mind now and nodded. If Ash thought it would help he'd do it. He lacked a counter plan anyways. He took her arm in his and then moved back towards the group, looking like they had just had their fist fight as a married couple. "This is Governess Ashelin." He announced, the swallowed the lump in his throat. "My wife."
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Desman Black - 08-13-2017
Desman stared at the now covered up Ash, and it seemed... weird, like a the first couple of episodes you watch of a reboot. Sure, it may not actually be bad, but your mind immediately rejects the idea, longing for what you took for granted but was now gone.
The feeling of eyes on her wasn't new, but Ash looked over to see Desman to her mild surprise. She gave him a wicked grin to let him know she knew, then took the hem of her silk shirt. "What's wrong, Desman? Do you not like my shirt? I can change into something more visually pleasing~!" She teased, baiting him.
"N-No, it's fine just different..." Desman awkwardly said, it was clear to anyone who was in on the lie that Des was not that good at this, he lost his nerves to easily. "Different isn't bad."
Ash gives him a different smile, and when he's sure she's about to say something along the lines of last night, she instead replies with: "I'm a girl who likes different." She said, bending over and running her finger along his chest piece again, in slow circles. "That's why I'm with you, hun." She explained, letting her finger linger along the latch she'd undone last night. It was almost as bad as grabbing him by the crotch in front of everyone, but no one would know how provocative it really was but them.
Anyone could see that the Samurai's code of relationships was getting pushed to the limits by Ash and the 'chest rubbing', and she loved it. If it wasn't for the fact that the two were supposedly engaged, Ash would've been sliced right there and then. "Excuse me if I'm intruding my Lord, but when is it you are planning on having your wedding?"
'Oh god fuck.' Desman thought, the pressure getting to him as he tried to think of an answer, only to glace up at Ash as if expecting her to bail him out.
Glee ran through her as the daggers were thrown into her back by the glares of the samurai, Desman's desperation was the whip topping and cherry on top. She runs her hand up to his visor as she spoke like they'd been planning their wedding for years. "Why do you think we are on the beach?" She asked Arin without looking at him. "Jak asked me if we'd come along with him, and this sexy rascal here told me everything last night. He doesn't want me to ever leave~!" She planted a kiss on his visor. Anyone who was watching saw a girl who was smitten. She was great at giving a guy what he wanted. Then she turned her head to the questioning Samurai. "He knows I love surprises."
The sounds of ringing were suddenly heard all though the living area of the penthouse suite, it was only after everyone checked their phones that the group realized that the room had it's own inbuilt phone, 'cause of course it did. "My lord, do you want me to get that for you?"
"No, that's alright, I'll do it myself." To be honest, Desman was happy to be out of the tension, the only thing that made it bearable was the constant flirting from ash, but that had it's own way of making him fell uncomfortable, a good way.
After Desman picked up the phone, his voice turned into a series of 'hm's, 'alright's, 'yes's, and 'I understand's until he hung back up.
"Guys," the Robot paused as if he couldn't believe what he just heard himself. "I own a hotel."
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Ash - 08-14-2017
The phone ringing pierced through the stunned silence of the room, stabbing into the moment like an ice pick. Ash instantly knew it was not her's - if only simply because it would mean Jaixe was desperate enough to call her instead of messaging her in another way. He and Dust were so far the only people in the Omniverse with her number. With that thought, Desman excused himself and went to go pick up the conveniently placed phone on the wall mount just outside the room. She wasn't paying attention, her mind was on the fact that she'd been trying to make friends and here she was with two of them and neither had given her their number or asked for her's. Maybe they weren't as clingy as they seemed? In hindsight, maybe she should have put her information in Jak's and Desman's comms when she had freedom and access to the both of them. Now it would have to wait.
While Desman's voice echoed itself, Ash slowly stood up and as a gracious bride-to-be smiled at the group with an uncharacteristic sweet smile. "Breakfast anyone?" She offered an open-palmed stiff hand. Barry, the so far completely silent samurai eventually side-glanced at Arin before kindly taking the offer and grabbed some of the fruit and a muffin. He returned to the other's side and while narrowing his ever watching eyes he began to chew on the food while keeping an eye on his host.
It was then that Desman came back and announced he now owned a hotel. Jak was the only one who reacted to the random announcement, dropping his jaw and then snapping it back closed. He clearly didn't have the words to express what he was feeling. "This hotel to be specific." Desman tagged on to the end as if it was unimportant information he'd forgotten about until just now.
"Wait, really?" Jak responded, thankful to have something else to talk about instead of his fake marriage to Ashelin. He moved his hand from her shoulders to move over more naturally to his friend. "How?"
Desman lowered his vision to the floor as he remembered what it was the manager said. Looking up he responded: "Apparently there was a mix up with the paperwork, and all sales are final or something to that effect." He turned to the group. "It seems he wants to have a meeting with the hotel's new owner and has requested that I come down to the office." Desman looked to Ash specifically. He wondered briefly if she was as good with this kind of stuff as she is with whatever you call her handling the samurai. It occurred to him at that point, that he had very little idea of what she was capable of.
"We probably shouldn't go with you." She offered no support but did explain. "Wouldn't look very professional to bring a posse into a meeting room. Just because they are a bunch of NPCs doesn't mean you don't want to make a great impression on them." Ash's tongue might have slipped, or she might have intentionally meant to belittle both samurai and Ashelin in one stroke. There wasn't much time to decide. "Surely this must be a great omen, to inherit a business and a wife in the same week? This is most definitely a good sign. I bet it's the universe approving of our union as we speak." She said, taking him by the shoulders, or the equivalent of and pushing him towards the door. "I fully support you, my love. We will have to celebrate later." She added, layering it on.
Desman felt the urge to apply his breaks but felt everything was moving so fast now. And what was this about the universe approving? "Support?" He asked.
"Of course, what kind of wife would I be to stop you from taking advantage of this new and exciting opportunity." She assured him, pausing her push to open the door and continue. Suspicious as ever, the two samurais walk behind them. "Now don't worry! Just do what comes naturally unless you're better judgment says otherwise. I believe in you." She pushes him right into the elevator that would take them down. As she planned the two samurais follow. "And you have these two to help you out." She makes a grand motion towards the two, and invite them into the elevator.
They stared at her with narrowed eyes, but follow. She then hits the button to go down while still inside. The two glance away for one moment at one another, then look at Desman and look back at Ash. Only to find her gone. Instantly they went on alert. As the doors come to a close, they finally see here waving them off. "Have fun, hun!" She said cheerily, but it was too late for anyone to stop the doors. They could quickly push the button or even just wait to come up with the elevator after they dropped off Des, the point was she quickly returned to the apartment.
"I hope Desman finds something for those two to do soon." She said with the tone Jak was much more comfortable with.
"What did you do?" Jak asked he hadn't been watching.
"Just slipped out the elevator before it went down. I imagine one will be back." Ash answered, flopping down on the plush couch.
"That was some really fast thinking, by the way. I even believed your lies." Jak admitted. Ashelin nodded to confirm but remained silent.
"Lies?" Ash questioned, looking up, her hair shining under the bright lights. "Oh.. Actually, I kinda like surprises, so it wasn't really even lying.."
"I.. I meant the other parts," Jak admitted.
"What do you mean? You did invite me to the beach with you, remember? And Desman really did say he'd be lost without me last night." Ash explained with a straight face.
Jak was left blinking without words to say. "W-Was he drunk?"
Ash frowned. "No. He can't get drunk. He doesn't even have a liver." She wrapped her arms behind the couch. "It was more along the lines like all he has in this world is you and I." She said thoughtfully, while still sounding like she didn't care. "Actually, he said a lot of things Jak. Mostly disturbing things I think you as his friend should address, but even that's going to be hard with these two around. It's worse than having the filter turned on for your online searches, at least you can turn that off and look at all the porn you want."
Her blunt words left both of them a little warm in the face. As well, the message she was giving Jak left its impression on him. "Yeah... I kind of promised to talk to him about what happened.. But the thing with-" He stopped to glance at Ashelin, not wanting to see her in pain again, the long-eared man turned back to the demon on the couch. "Everything that's happened has kinda gotten in the way of that." He sank into the seat across from her and stared down at the shag rug between his toes. Thinking hard about what he should do at this point. Additionally, he couldn't feel the sickness from revival anymore. Which means Ash wasn't suffering from summoning sickness. She was going to want the conversation he promised her, too. And Ashelin deserved a better explanation.
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Meanwhile, the two samurai road the elevator down with their Prime, who was silently praying they wouldn't ask him any questions. They weren't happy with the demon slipping away from them, but they did not want to experience the wrath of Desman in case they were over reacting. But Arin was sure she was up to something. He was personally trying to decide if he wanted to go back up or send Barry. When the doors open again, they stepped out with the red robot. They followed him up to the desk, and would noticed countless underdressed females waiting to be checked in and out. Arin's work has only begun..
"Ah, Mr. Black." Louis said, greeting his new boss. "Good morning. I didn't expect you to come down so quickly.."
"You can thank his fiancé for his quick response." Arin offered the manager.
"Fiance?" Louis let out a surprise tone, turning to his new boss. He eyed the robot, wondering what kind of woman would marry him. "Will she be joining us? Or is it safe to assume she will be backgroud support instead of a partner in business?" He asked, his cold blue eyes glancing over at the samurais for the first time in acknowledgement. He must have thought it was rude or disrepective up until now.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Jak Mar - 08-16-2017
Jak sure knew how to rack up the problems, then again he's always been the problem solver. He was confused, annoyed, and worried all at the same time. Worried about Desman, his friend was apparently going through a rough time, annoyed with the troublesome samurai who have been watching them like hawks up until this free moment, and confused why Ashelin wasn't getting this.
He frowned, "Like I said, Ashelin, you are a secondary." Jak explained again, summoning a lump sum of cash and some other supplies.
"Why are you giving me all this? I can take care of myself." She was always head strong.
"Yeah, but unlike me and Ash here, you can't summon whatever you needs." He sighed, trying to be patient. His hangover was making it difficult. "Please just let me help."
Ashelin grabbed the seat she was sitting on and leaned over towards her Prime. "I'm not a little girl, Jak! I tho-"
"You aren't the Governess anymore here!" Jak lashed out, his anger gripping him by the skull and squeezing. "L-Look.. I'm sorry. But we all have to start over here."
Anger boilded within the governess's body as she stared him down defiantly. She looked over at the sex demon, then back at Jak. "Fine. I want to stay here."
"Errrrr..." Jak said, glancing over at Ash as he felt the sweat run down his temple.
Ash stared back at them blankly, until she registered that Jak was looking for back up. "I mean.. She has the money for her own room now." The woman pointed out the cash that had been summoned, lazily with her hand staying on the arm of the couch but the finger pointed all the same.
Before Jak could argue, the secondary woman to his side snatches the cash out of his hand. "That's right." She said with a satisfied smile that made Jak wonder what she was thinking.
He turned back to the woman who'd given Ashelin the idea. "Ash, can I talk to you alone?" He sounded more stern than he'd intended, but with a show of mild frustration of having to get up she agreed.
He had ment to take her to the bathroom, but the door he'd opened was the closet. Before he could admit his mistake she was pushing him inside and closing the door behind him. He turned to face her, but the woman was already on top of him. His face ignited with the same heat that fire produced. Then he felt her lips on his.
This was the last thing on Jak's mind, but he had a hard time pushing her off. Then he felt her hand reach down into the front of his pants. His moan was muffled by her mouth as it opened and covered his. A second later he felt her tongue ring rub against his tongue. It was at this moment that he remembered how it felt along his other body parts...
As they made out he was having a harder and harder time remembering why he needed to talk to her in private. Around the time he felt his pants fall around his ankles was when he stopped thinking about it.
When she pulled away he watched a string of saliva stretch between their mouths before breaking. "A-Ash.." He panted, making the demon grin as she slid down his body and onto her knees...
-
"Jak?" Ashelin's voice cut through the fog of his mind. "Ash? Where did you go?"
"Shit.." Jak whispered to himself. He heard Ash giggle in the darkness of the closet. He looked around, letting his eyes adjust again. He felt like he'd fallen asleep, but he knew he didn't.
"She never came off as the stupid type, Jak." Ash whispered back. "You better come up with something quick." She taunted, then he felt her tongue run along his neck, her fingers spider up his naked chest. Another problem to the stack.
"I don't need to lie to her. It's been three years.." He whispered.
"And yet, you took me into a closet to fuck me." Ash teased.
The images of earlier burned into his mind now burned his cheeks. "I didn't mean for this to happen.." He tried to defend himself. She just laughed. Omni.. He really liked that laugh. It implied so much, and it was a turn on just by itself. He worried for a moment that she'd feel him get hard again. "I wanted to ask you for advice." He tried, sounding more serious.
"About?" She whispered, but he could feel her touch still. She was stroking him in various places, he couldn't tell if it was her finger, or her tail that grazed his naked form.
"About Ashelin. Should I really let her move in here." The eco-worrier moved his head as if he could see their guest. He couldn't. He wished he could sense her or something.
"Why not? You heard Desman, this hotel's his."
He hadn't thought about that... "You don't think Des will just get out of it?"
"Shh.." She hushed, then for a moment he could make out the boots Ashelin was wearing. After a bit of silence, Ash continued. "Desman's smart, he will see the benefits of owning a place of operation and seize the oppurtunity that he fell into. And if he doesn't we can sway him to by bringing up the fact that a place to keep coming back to ensures he will keep his friends close."
Jak opened his mouth to argue, but found himself unable to. "What about those guys? I get the feeling that if they could see us right now they would try to cut us down.."
"They are secondaries, Jak. Let them try." Ash challenged, then grabbed him by the back of the head. She forced a powerful kiss on his lips.
An instant later he was falling back first into the hall. His shorts still at his ankles, and Ash pulling the door closed again. "Jak!?" Ashelin's voice called out, and he heard her running towards him. His heart began to pound as he pulled his trunks back on and just got to his feet when she rounded the corner. "Jak!"
"Hey. Sorry. I was trying to get Ash's advice." He admitted, hiding the fact that they had just had a quickie in the closet. "She thinks there's no reason I should stop you."
"Smart." Ashelin said, cocking her hip and putting her knuckles on the raised one.
The dark-skinned man frowned at her reaction, despite starting to see a few similarities between the two women he was currently between. At least he was consistant? "That doesn't mean I'm letting you just run off to do whatever."
"I just said I wanted to stay here." Ashelin argued back, but she would never admit out loud it was to be at his side.
Jak was stunned into silence, and then into submission. "F-Fine.. But really we should talk about this when Desman comes back." He heard a slight knock on the wall behind him. Ashelin did too. His body stiffened but he got the hint the woman in the closet was sending him. "How about we work on that breakfast for now?" He turned the woman with dreds around and began to push her towards the kitchen. He was aware this looked suspicious, but he had no other choice. He glanced back when he had one last chance to, and saw Ash slipping out of the closet masterfully; not a hair out of place nor her clothes at all dishoveled.
He turned away and tried to focus on anything but the quickie. His head still pounded and he probably should get dressed. Jak thought about the situation and stepped into the bathroom to summon some clothing. Her focused inwardly and summoned his old wastelander clothes, they dropped heavily in his hands. He sighed and began to dress.
The governess sat at the table and took some food then began to eat the plate politely. When she looked up and saw Jak coming in wearing his old clothes she was a bit surprised. "Don't you ever want to wear something new?"
As soon as the yacow steak was ready, he placed some eggs with it and sat at the table. "Ashelin, I'm not sure of it, but my dad is still out there alive.."
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Desman Black - 08-17-2017
"At the moment, my Fiance has thought it best for us to discuss our early plans for the hotel alone, at least until we get to know each other, but she might come help in the foreground later." Desman responded, as stern as he could.
Louis stared at him for a bit. "Of course, sir. We'd be happy to have her on board." It was unclear if he actually meant that. "What about your.. Friends, here?" Motioning to Arin and Barry. "Should I arrange for a bigger conference?"
"Oh, these guys, no need to worry about them, they are more like bodyguards." It technically wasn't a lie. The robot turned his head towards the patrol that had followed him. "Could you wait just outside the door and make sure nobody disturbs us." Without a word of question, both men went to guard the door from the other side. "So, what do you want to talk about"
The samurai found themselves once again in the lobby of half naked woman, dressed in nothing but their undergarments, the thought disgusted Arin, but what bugged him even more is that he couldn't take care of them, then he saw the one thing in the world he hated most. "Barry, stay here, I have business to attend to."
"Did I ever tell you about the time that Ninja Brian and I saved the world from super monsters? Yeah, that's a thing that happened." said the tall skinny man, a red star embroidered on the blue spandex that covered his closely shaven chest.
"Danny Sexbang!" Arin grunted at the man who called himself a 'superhero', his voice grittier and tone sharper. The katana pointed straight for the face. "What are you doing here, and where is your comrade?"
"I am obviously chatting up these fine ladies here, isn't that right girls." The blonde and brunette on either giggle their agreement. "As for Brian, I honestly couldn't tell you, probably off mutilating some people."
"And you let him get away with this!" Despite sounding like Arin thought it was immoral, he really just wanted to target Danny and his 'sexbang'
"And what is your partner up to?"
"He's right over there protecting our-" The samurai looked back over his shoulder to find his 'friend' missing. "Wait, where did he go."
Samerai Barry had by this point been riding up the elevator, and was now on the top floor again ready for his nest challenge, he had rushed into the room startling what was left of the group. Walking slowly to the other side of the room, the man clad in red stopped in front of the closet. Readying his sword, Barry sliced the piece of furniture into a thousand pieces, to reveal the black-clad samurai from before.
The two death stared at each for the longest time, each readying their preferred blade until... they fist-bumped each other? Not only that but they actually started speaking, not audibly, it was only sign language, but it was more then they had done with Sexnbang and Neverbone. The Ninja, now known to be Brain if anyone could understand sign language, pulled out a small chess set, soon setting it up on a smaller table behind the couch. Brain gave one last death stare, now with 'i'm watching you' fingers, to the male and two girls before making the first move.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Ash - 08-17-2017
Ash watched Barry enter the room as if he were going to kill them all, and while she didn't look it she was prepared to leave him a blood smear out in the hall. Jak stood from his chair and readied himself despite the tears that were still in his eyes, but the samurai seemed uninterested in them both. The Morality Mirrored Humanoid watched from her perch on the wall while the eco-worrier had to move around in the kitchen to get a good look at the closet that Barry approached. The very same they'd just had their quickie in.
In a flash of movement, his blade carved clean through the cheap door. One-half of it teetered on its balance before falling to one side of Barry, the other one slowly swung open. Revealing a man covered in black from head to toe except for a slot for his very angry eyes. She heard Jak's jaw hit the floor in the kitchen, and while she wasn't sure where he was hiding this whole time she just shrugged the idea of him watching them off. Embarrassed the dark skinned man fled back to the kitchen to eat while she observed the two. She couldn't read sign-language, she didn't even know what it was because her world cured deafness with implants, but since the samurai chose to just pull up some chairs and slap a chess board down instead she could assume the ninja hadn't told him about their fun.
She just flashed him a smile when Barry locked eyes with her and pointed her way with two fingers. Then after a few moves made by the silent two, Ash slinked over, her hips waving in the air. Her body found the couch, where she sat improperly so she could watch the game unfold between the two. Her upper body pressed against the top of the couch, her ankles hanging off the seat, and upon entering the room anyone would be greeted to her pants stretched over her well-kept ass sticking slightly out. Her tail's movements showed how little she was thinking about her position though. Ash was focused on the game at hand.
As a regular gamer she loved games, she preferred the type with awesome graphics and lots of gore, but could probably get behind board games just the same. She got bored pretty easily so games were a good way to keep her mind occupied. She picked up on the rules quickly enough for someone who wasn't asking questions about it, and after that, it was just about strategy. While that wasn't her favorite game, she has spent weeks on them. One in particular: A space setting with hulking men and a woman psychic woman being forced to do the will of some overlord like aliens. She wasn't really paying attention to the story, RPGs were her least favorite.
She wasn't aware of how long they'd been at this, the two silent figures tapping pieces into new places and her improperly setting on the couch as she watched innocently - the only innocent part of her perhaps - when she heard the elevator ding. She looked over her shoulder at the still very open door and watched. A grin slid over her face and her tail lifted in a very seductive was when she saw it was Desman. She watched him worry momentarily about the door being almost off its hinges to looking up at her. She purposely lowered her body on the couch so his attention would go straight to her hips. "There you are." She announced with truthful pleasure.
"W-What happened here?" Desman struggled to focus but motioned to the door.
Ash, without skipping a beat, pointed to Barry and Brian's game. "Not even doors will stop serious chess players, I guess." She joked.
"Doors? As in.. More than one?"
"Yeah, the closet door's cut in two."
Desman face palmed as naturally as he would have if he were human, "I'm the owner of this hotel for less than an hour and already there are damages to the property.." He muttered under his breath.
"Desman, you're back," Jak said from the kitchen, his attention momentarily snagged by the motion of Ash's tail. It was a flash of bluish-purple, then he saw her pants struggling to contain her butt. He turned his heated face to his robot friend. "I take it went well?"
Desman Black, the new owner of the very hotel they stood in, greeted his companion with his attention. Smiling without anyone able to see it, but the long-eared man could feel it. "I think so! It was just a bunch of reports, to explain to me how business has been going so far, and they are apparently doing very well for themselves. I don't honestly understand why they were trying to sell the place... Even without crunching the numbers I can tell they aren't in hot water or anything."
"Sometimes big business owners get bored," Ash replied, turning around now to sit on the couch like a normal heathen. Her arms draped over the back and her posture suffered terribly, as well her legs are crossed so that the one heel barely hovers over the chic glass coffee table. It would take her no effort at all to break it.
He briefly remembered her heels from the first night they met, they were boots, weren't they? He remembered thinking it was amazing she didn't break her ankles. "What ever the reason, I am the owner now."
Jak approached, a bit nervously and a bit shy. "Th-Then you would be the one to ask? Ashelin says she wants to stay here. I was thinking maybe a room closer to us?"
Desman puffed out his heroic chest, or best he could while in this limited body, "Room!?" His voice took on a deeper tone, as if he was trying to sound manlier, managery. "We have whole floors to use!" Then he slouched and let his arms fall to the sides. "Besides... I would rather we destroy personal property instead..." He mumbled, defeated.
"Floors?" The other male Prime asked.
Looking up, Desman nodded. "Yeah. There's apparently a few basement floors. The previous owner didn't use them for anything, but Louis suggested I use them for my personal living space because I didn't put down an address in my paperwork."
"So then she can stay with us?"
But it was Ash who answered, looking a little upset herself. "Of course your wife can stay with us, Jak." She reminded them of the lies they all had to keep up. Barry was still in the room, last time she checked. The male elf looked a bit embarrassed as he looked away. The sex must have been so good the poor guy forgot he was married. She looked over at Desman. "So should we head down there, then? The faster we get out of this room, the faster you can make money off of it."
The red midget's hand lifted to object, but she had a point. The idea to play along as well came back to him. "Good point, that's why I'm marrying you." He said, sounding a bit forced, but believable. Like he wasn't used to showing affection in front of people but felt obligated. "I'll send someone back up here to take care of the damages." Desman explained, turning himself to leave, only to make a U-turn. "Speaking of damages!" His voice raised, but in the same way, a salesman's does. "I was shown some footage of the lobby last night. Do either of you have anything to tell me?"
"Nope," Ash answered without hesitation. Desman didn't let on that it was a lie - or rather, in his perspective, it was a lie.
Jak, on the other hand, was the honest type. There was a difference between lying to save his friends and lying to keep out of trouble with his friends. He looked like a kid struggling with the morals of life. Finally, he spoke. "Actually..." This made Ash sigh. "...I accidentally broke a vase last night."
Desman nodded, respectfully. He then set his eyes on the demon. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to come clean about?" Ash looked at him for a long time, unfazed by his attempts to parent her. Then a grin crossed her face as a thought came to her, suddenly Des wasn't sure he wanted to hear what she had to say out of fear of what it might be. "Y-You know what, it's fine. While your involvement seemed minimum, I'd appreciate it if you paid for half of the price of the pot."
"Half?" Ash asked, her grin gone.
"Yes."
"Why half?"
"Because you were half the reason the vase broke, and apparently cleaning a Persian rug requires a specialist." Desman stood his ground.
"Specialist my ass, just go make them a new one!"
"That defeats the purpose. Besides, I'm not made of money you know." Des said as if he was reading a script out of a parent manual.
There was a pause so thick that it left Desman feeling awkward before Ash finally spat back: "That's exactly what you are made of! Omulium! Our bodies are made of the stuff we use to create money stacks like the one you dropped last night."
Desman remained silent for another awkward moment. "My point still stands. Pay for the vase or you can't stay here."
Ash looked at him with a glare, not of anger or frustration. She was mildly annoyed at best. The woman also knew how to twist it so that he couldn't say no, simply by accusing him of being the type to let his fiance sleep on the streets, but that would take a lot more energy than she was willing to spend. "Fine, but I demand we get rid of that stupid sign on the fountain."
"Already on it!" Desman said, producing the sign and ripping it in half. It had been laminated, but this was a robot we were talking about.
Ash smirked.
"How much was the Vass, anyway?" Jak asked, curiously.
Desman had honestly forgotten there was anyone else in the room until he spoke up. He looked over despite his startled heart. "A grand." He said, leaving the money terms out of it. The point was that was a lot of cash and he didn't want to foot the whole thing.
Jak's jaw dropped again. "For a vase!?"
"That's cheap," Ash said, but both looked at her like she was insane. She probably was. "Don't' worry about it Jak." She said, lifting herself up in a fluid motion and summoning a cred-stick in her hands before walking over to her 'fiance' and slotting it in one of the cracks she'd found last night while fingering his body. "There you are, love." She said, before walking away towards the elevator. "But the door is your problem, it was all the Samurai's doing." She called over her shoulder, her hips following the same motions as an ocean.
Which worked to distract Desman long enough. Feeling the need for a fan, he picked the card out of his slot and uses it like one. Later if he inspects it, it would look like a pre-paid credit card, but plainer visually, and more exotic internally. He, as someone who can probably grasp it, would understand the complexity of it as a sign of a more advanced technology than, say common man. That would be later, and possibly a conversation to be had with her alone given that thing she used on him last night. For now, he followed her out of the apartment, the parade of people trailing behind them. "Should we stop at the lobby to drop this off or go straight for the basement floors?"
"You can summon a safe for it when we get down there." Ash said, opening the doors and stepping in, "I want to see what we're working with."
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Jak Mar - 08-20-2017
While Ash and Desman argued, Jak felt sweat run down his neck as he compared thme to an actual married couple. He didn't like the idea of the demon paying his half, but felt good about being honest when she'd told him to not say anything. His father would be proud.
With his father on his mind, Jak quickly turned to his phone where he casually scrolled up to his father's saved number. He held the communicator he used to speak with him a while back and wondered if he should call him. Would the man even answer? Was he still alive in the ruins of Nippur? He hovered his thumb across the button, trying to find a reason to not call him.
As if reading his hesitation, the phone lit up and the screen for calling someone pops up, his father's picture in the center and the icon for the phone being picked up as it waited for the other person to do so. A slow ring could be heard over the phone despite it not touching his ear. He watched the screen instead, too stunned to do anything besides.
The ringing turned murky a few times, before the clear purr of the phone could bea hear once again. It went on for almost an eternity and Jak was starting to give up hope of hearing from him today when suddenly it picked up. "Hello?" Damus' voice was already being heard. "Helloooooo?" He said, imaptiently. Jak tensed up and instantly clamped up. But Ash had no reason to be quiet. "Jak! I hear something!! PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE, boy!!"
Jak's face turned red, and he tried to think of how to respond.
"Who's that?" Damus asked, responding to the voice that he could make out. "Is that a girl I hear?" This brought a fierce fire to Jak's cheeks. Damus could hear another voice, Desman was talking. He thne heard another voice, one he hasn't hearn in some time...
"Damus?" Ashelin called to him after recognising the voice.
"Ashelin, what are you doing there?" He answered.
At this point everyone has turned to see Jak trying to fiddle with his phone while there was a conversation being had. He finally answered. "D-Dad.. I butt dialed you by accident. I-"
"Don't give me that bull, wastelander! You know your old man is living out inthe freakin... Nippur Wastelands and ye-"
"Dad, you are on speaker phone." He warned his father, still trying to find the button that turned that off while he hoped the samurai nor the ninja would chop his phone in two. In the corner of his eye he could also see Ash motioning. He saw her nails cutting at her throat as if to warn him. They had made so much progress towards the lie that Ashelin and him were married.
He finally hit the right spot on the phone and turned the speaker off so he could put it next to his ear. "We are in Vasty Deeps, enjoying the beach." He lied through his teeth. That's how this happened, but not why Ashelin was there. He couldn't really admit that to anyone, to be honest.
"You are off on the beach with Ashelin while I am still here stuck in the middle of no where!" Demus sounded upset, but it wasn't easy to decide if that was true or not. He began to go on about his tired feet and achey bones, but it all blurred together for Jak as the hangover was still pounding at his head. "I.. Yes, I know. No, I-" This went on for a few moments before he realized the others were waiting on him. He covered the reciever with his hand and spoke to Ash and Des. "Sorry Guys.. I really should take this.."
Without a word though, Ash and Desman gave him an 'okay' sign with their hands at the same time. As if saying 'it is okay'. Jak smiled at his friends and walked back through the penthouse towards the balcony. He was greeted with the sun rising in the sky and the wind blowing through his hair.
The crowd of folks began to move toward the doors as Jak and Ashelin stayed behind to figure things out with Damus. Besides she knew Jak, she didn't know the rest of them.
Jak was pacing around, muttering to Damas "Yes, dad. I know you are in the destruction of Nippur. Can you get back to the Deeps?"
Damus frowned "I can rebuild here, Mar. I can rebuild spargus."
Jak blinked "By yourself?"
"I'd love it if you came and help me, Mar." The father replied.
Jak frowned "Look, Damus, This is a bad moment for me. You guys are the only two I have left of my past." Jak paused, to sigh and attempt to clear his head, but it only got foggier. "I lose you two and I lose my only way to remember my past."
There was silence again, confusion hung in the air. Ashelin opened her mouth to say something. "Jak.."
"Daxter and Torn are GONE! Don't you understand that?" Jak exploded!
Damus, the former wastelander King was quiet. "What...when was this?"
"A week ago.." The broken man muttered. Clamping his eyes shut to try to forget again. "I DON'T want to bring it up again."
Ashelin had been going to touch his shoulder, but yanked it back when the man yelled. This was a side of Jak she'd never seen. Then again, she'd never heard of the stories about Dark Jak.
Jak growled "I can't have a normal life in the Omniverse without losing someone else, I don't want to lose anyone else on my watch, ok!?"
The tears began to form, and fall over his cheeks. It has been a long time since he'd cried before this morning, and now that its happened once it was hard to stop.
Jak's fist hit the wall with a growl that his father could hear over the phone, frustraition and pain as pure as it could be in Demus' ears. And he could do nothing.. "WHY DOES THIS SHIT HAVE TO-" The eco-worrier choked on his own pain. "..to me..."
Ashelin almost seemed afraid of this Jak, she knew she should say something. "Look Jak.. It's going to be okay..." She said.
The voice seems pretty quiet on the other side of the map: "Mar?"
"NO DAD!!" He said with such violence, and yet it wasn't enough. He threw the phone instead of hanging up. It crashed against the wall and fell to the ground. Surely it was broken after that!
The uncontrollable anger and pain erupted from his thraot in a blood chilling roar. Lightning began to form around him and create haunting shadows across the walls of the penthouse enterior.
Ashelin was actually afraid of saying anything, almost afraid to breath. She watched the man she once was involved with fall to his knees and scream again, tears steaming down his face. Out of fear and uncertainy of what to do, she ran. Throwing herself against doorway before the elevator, and as her heart pounded she stared up at the numbers that indicated where the elevator was at that moment. Half-way to the bottom already..
-
Meanwhile; the robot, the demon, the samurai, and the ninja all get on to the elevator. Barry made a point to stand between Desman and Ash.
It wasn't even that big of a deal, as Desman and her weren't really engaged, but it was annoying regardless. She wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose or just so he could a stare the ninja down from between his lord and lady.
They road in silence, except the boring tropical version of elevator music. Each floor ticked by, apparently no one was getting on or off at any of the floors between theirs and the first. They found to basement buttons, but Ash suggested they might have a seperate elevtor. Either way they had to stop at the first floor so Desman was preparing how to drop the cred stick off.
As they reached the last floor, Brian held up a chess piece, or at least a smoke bomb that looked like one. Desman looked confused, Barry looked as surprised as a silent man could, and Ash looked bored. The peice was tossed as soon as the doors began to open, and while the space directly in front of the elevator and the elevator itself was filled with smoke.
When it was fanned away, instead of the ninja they were riding with Arin stood at the door, his sword already out and prepared to take whatever shadow was lurking behind the smoke. Only to find his lord, his lady, and his partner. "There you are!" He said to Barry, sheathing his weapon. "And you." He said to Desman. When he turned to Ash, he looked far more upset than he had been, but bit back his tongue.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Desman Black - 08-22-2017
"My lord, I apologize for the fact that I was absent from where you told me to be." The back elevator hummed as it moved down. "There was a problem I needed to fix, but I'm glad that at least Barry was there to assist you."
Desman couldn't bothered dealing with these people at the moment, the only reason he didn't let out an audible sigh being the suspicion that the group already had looming above their heads. "It's alright, just try to be more specific where your going next time, okay?"
"Yes sir!" It was then that the elevator chimed and it's doors opened, some convenient timing that was. The samurai duo were the first to get out, making sure the area was clear for their lord and lady. "You two make yourselves comfortable, I need to talk to my fiancée alone for a bit." Desman said, seeming to have to force the f-word out, but before anyone could argue with his decision, Des had already pressed a button to go further down.
An almighty exhale could be heard from the metallic midget, who was wondering if they should lay down on the elevator floor or wait until they got into a 'room'. "Thanks for helping me out back there." Although the robot wasn't facing her way, Ash knew he was talking about her as she was the only one still left.
Ash placed her hand on her hip. knuckles pressing into her usual spot as she relaxed. She glanced over when exhaled, but didn't say anything until he did. Her fake smile more than gone. "With your summons? Sure."
The elevator once again chimed, opening to a barren floor for Desman to walk into. "I didn't mean for them to assume that we were, you know.." And embarrassed tinge could be heard in the robots voice as he talked about it. "But now that I think about it, with the things you did before and after that mistake happened... they probably would've killed you if you had been anything less."
If he was expecting Ash to feel or display some kind of fear for her life, he'd be disappointed. Her face was neutral for the ride, and for his speech. She naturally followed him out of the elevator, wondering where he was going with this. She didn't object to the charade, it made her quickie with Jak earlier more erotic. "Mistake?" She looked him in the face, there were a lot of things he could be talking about. This morning had been eventful.
"The way I worded our relationship,"Desman answered, it was almost cute how pathteic the little man was fuddling over his words as he spoke. "...I don't have the best social skills."
Ash finally cracked a smile, a short laugh escaping her as she understood. "You don't say." She teased, walking past him to look the room over. In reality it was a floor. A blank space of nothing. The lack of anything amplified their voices but neither could be heard by anyone. They were alone. She eventually turned back to face him after observing four blank walls. "I can't say I hate having two body guards. They can sure dampen the mood though. Not to mention, sometimes a girl just wants to be topless. It will be hard to do that with them watching us."
"That's way I blocked them of from the bottom three floors." Ash could hear the cheesy smile in his voice and immediately knew that Desman was trying to flirt. "You have a whole floor to do whatever you want, as do me and Jak."
The demon was somewhere between appreciation and realization when he explained they had a whole floor to themselves. She couldn't tell if he knew that was the oldest pick up line in the book or not. All he was missing was the lean on a wall, which he didn't have in the center of the room. "Oh?" She wrapped her arms around her stomach, pushing her hips towards him and playing with the bait he sat out for her. "What do you suggest we do first with this freedom?"
Des paused for a moment, honestly he expected her to decide for them, they had been the most forward of the group since they formed. "I'll let you decide, but first! I'd like to give this back to you." He said, holding the card out like he was some kind of business person, which technically, he was. "I didn't actually expect you to pay for the pot, I was about to give up myself as I had already paid for it before returning." Des's eternal smirk was beaming like he had won some sort of major prize.
Ash had her suspicions, but now she was sure he was suggesting something that would make his samurai's very upset. She toyed with the idea of ignoring it, out of spite. But his awkwardness had a charm of its own. She casually moved closer to him, closing the distance with slow hip moving steps. She reached out and plucked the cred stick from his hands. Then she leaned forward and with a quickness that would surprise anyone shoved the card into the slot she'd discovered last night. His chest piece popped open and exposed him to her once more. "You were just enjoying my quick responses, then huh? You must not get a lot of..." She paused, licking her lips and dismissing the card so she could touch the wire she unplugged last night. "Stimulation." She finished, stroking the wire as her eyes settle on him.
"N-No, I mean Yes, I mean-" Desman was all but caught into Ash's trap now, he expected her to move quickly, just not this quickly. "I mean, that's what I did with my girlfriend." And there goes his chance of getting laid.
Without skipping a beat: "You and she liked to banter playfully?" Ash didn't stop. Did she even know how to be offended?
"Yeah," Desman's mind wondered into a place between the present and the past, remembering how good A.N.N.A was to have around. "It's really the only thing we could do now that I think about it, but she was the best at it." The robot sighed, he really did miss her.
"That's a shame." She said, casually, pulling the cord out while her cyberdeck pixelated into existence. She wasn't going to stop just because he was thinking of an ex. "Most people can't keep up with me on an intellect level, but you were quick to respond every time." She said, twirling the cord between her fingers.
"Y-yeah?" Desman's mind was in a clouded state, much like it was last night. The only difference being that instead of sorrow and loneliness, the emotions that tossed around the brain were of joy and a sense of belonging, if it wasn't for how quick the responses of Ash were, he would have been in a complete day dream by now.
Ash smirked bringing the wire to her mouth where she let the plug drag across her lower lip in thought. She hardly thought what she said from this point on would matter. "And the way you already had the sign. Very clever." She teased, drawing out the sentences to let him enjoy the sound of a woman showing interest in him. "Now you have me all to yourself." She broke 'eye' contact to plug his wire into the electronic on her left arm.
That was when Desman clicked into the situation, she just wanted sex. He was slightly disappointed that she couldn't have just said those types of things for awhile longer, or that she didn't even try for the last try for the last one, but he couldn't really say that as a lump was already between the legs of his headspace avatar, but he couldn't focus on that now, he had work to do.
Ash was more surprised by the extra security percuations than she was about having to hack him again. He would have to try harder to keep her out. Then it occured to her; he was clearly interested, so then why would he lock her out she wondered.
Meanwhile back inside the headspace, the red head was having trouble because now that he thought about it, he had no idea what his partner liked and disliked, and that would probably made it seem pointless to her when she did finish hacking, maybe if Des explained it after sex...
"Knock, knock." Desman was startled and turned around almost immediately.
Ash appeared before the crimson haired man again. But this time in the way he knew her most. The bruised color demon stood before him in only a pink thong, its had a vague V shape, and it sat low enough that her tail doesn't rub against it. not that it mattered, her tail was up and flicking like a cat that's about to pounce "Do you enjoy me hacking into you? Or do those security measures automatic reset and update?" She teased, inviting the banter he claimed to like.
"Well, both and..." Desman subverted his gaze, getting more hot and flustered as he spoke. "I-I was hoping to shape this place up a bit before you got in." The sentence came out as nearly a whisper, luckily the storm demon was close enough to hear anyway.
Ash noticed something was off when he didn't respond to her teasing, then he looked away nervously before admitting he was trying to set the mood. How cute. She took a mere few steps to be on top of him, she grabbed him by the hips and pulled him right into hers as they rocked to hold her weight properly. She smiled at him. "What a gentlemen.." She teased, her voice taking on an attracted tone. "You don't have to do anything special for little ole me.. I can rock your world anywhere, anytime." She promised.
"I knew that, it's just, I thought with there being nothing out there, you'd be bored in this endless black abyss." Desman's stuttering had stopped by now, and while still a whisper, his voice had gotten back to a more normal-ish volume, perhaps he felt safer in a warm embrace.
"You are all the entertainment I need." Ash tossed back at him, letting her hips grind against his. The growing hard-on being pressed between her body and his.
"Well then, how about we get started?" Des's charisma and cheesy smirk from earlier was back. Ash tried to resist laughing at the dork as he reached down for his shirt. He stared down at her waiting for her to move, when she did he did his best to pull the shirt off in one motion, but slowly to tease her. He wasn't sure how well it was working, but he had her attention.
He let the shirt drop to the ground, and then stood there obviously unsure what to do. Did he take his pants off next? She was practically naked already.
Coming to his rescue, Ash reached over and began to slip his pants from his hips, her fingers sliding back and forth around his waist band, secretly pushing them down. Mean while, she offered him her mouth. He lacked the experience to notice her attempts to make her mouth more appealing, but not the hormones that made him want to kiss her.
He started to lean in, then hesitated. His confidence in his decision waivered and his face turned a similar color to his hair. He stared down at her mouth, which turned into a smile after while. "Kiss me, Desman." She whispered, encouraging him, proving to him he was easy to read.
Desman gulped, his adams apple bobbing up and down nervously in his throat. Unable to to resist he went in for the kill, holding Ash's body as close as physically possible Desman planted their lips together, keeping the girls head up with enough force that she didn't have to strain herself, but with enough release so that she could back out at any time.
The demon in his arms waited with patience, slowing her progress with his pants down to wait for him to take her offer. Their lips met and she could tell he lacked any experience outside their time together.
On a list of things that Ash saw herself doing in an online game, teaching a guy how to make out was not on it. That said, she couldn't help but enjoy the idea that she would be responsible for his sex-education. Every girl he would come in contact with him after this would be thanking her, or cursing her name. Maybe even both at the same time.
Ash kissed him back, a tender simple kiss, following his speed. As she melted his insecurities with a soft moan into his kiss, her fingers worked the pants off. They fell at his ankles without a sound, followed by his underwear. Now that she was the one who was over dressed, she reached up his back to embrace him gently.
Silently insuring him she wasn't going anywhere, even if that wasn't her intentions.
Desman's face felt hot, but he pushed through the fact that he was naked to keep kissing her. When she did pull away he understandably worried he'd messed up regardless of there being no evidence to suggest he did. He felt soothed by her smile, and let her lead him out of his clothes pile.
There were no chairs, no bed, no vertical or horizontal surfaces. This mattered little to the experienced seductress. Ash pulled him by both hands a little way from his discarded clothes, then released them so she could touch his bare hips again and lower her body down to it's knees. A slew of dirty thoughts crossed his mind. She giggled, reading his mind. Or at least close enough. "I can feel that, you know." She alerted him.
He wasn't clear on what she meant, and before he could come up with any ideas her hands were on him. Her touch soft, it crippled his ability to think. He watched helplessly as she buried her face in his crotch. "Should I start here?" She asked, a wicked grin playing at her lips as he turned all kinds of red.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Ash - 08-25-2017
Desman was still very new to the pleasures of the flesh, and while he subconsciously fell into the trap of physical love meant acceptance and real love he was not ready for the consequences of the decisions he's already made. Leaving your tender mind and body in the experienced hands of a sexy demon was probably not the best idea.
It was not the worse idea, however.
His teacher had him red in the face and thinking about begging for mercy, bent over her head and bracing himself on her shoulders which were moving and weren't helping him deal with the ecstasy any better. It was nothing like last time, but the new experience was blowing his mind regardless.
Until finally he closed his eyes and prayed she wouldn't stop.
If he thought Climax would be the end of it, he was quickly proven wrong. While she was patient she was not wasting the opportunity to school him. While he laid on the surface best described as the floor, recovering and struggling not to fall asleep, Ash was cradling him and stroking his bare chest.
Finally, she broke the silence with conversation and a gentler tone. It was a little off putting but not unwelcomed. "So you like playful banter, and you like to be hacked..." Her tail coiled up just inside his peripheral vision. "What else are you into?"
The mess of red hair couldn't hide his shame. He looked away from her nervously. He hasn't thought much about it, but one thing came to mind. Her. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he was starting to think his opinion of her was changing from neutral to something else. "I... Haven't really had any experiences with these kinds of things..."
She chuckled softly, it hit his ears like a pleasant wind chime in the breeze. "I know... But even virgins have kinks." She called him out, her voice gentle. This was weird... He couldn't shake his realization from earlier that it was just sex she was after, but her tone suggested- "Something wrong?" She asked.
Desman had to remind himself that they were fused, that if he experienced anything too intense she'd feel it as well. He swallowed his panic and then offered a smile because he couldn't lie. He decided to answer her question instead. "Now that I think about it, being blindfolded doesn't sound so bad..."
His seductress smirked. That was a lot more than she expected him to say. She ran her hand through his hair, pulling his bangs out of his face. "Can I tie you up, too?" She teased, but the blushing man in her lap only got warmer and nodded. Her tail flicked with victory. "Next time, I'll let you do it to me." She said, half fishing for his interest, half suggesting he can make requests.
A moment later, Desman was pushed into a metal folding chair, he winced at the cold seat before she forced him back into it. She then took the cuffs and bound his wrists to the back two legs. While she was behind him still tightening the cuffs, he'd feel her nuzzle his ear. "Not too tight?" She whispered her question, but she was experienced with cuffs in particular and was not surprised when he shook his head to answer her. "Good." She let her voice drift into his ear before her arms wrap around his shoulders, in her hand a blindfold. "Just say something and I'll stop." She assured him, but it would really depend on what's happening.
When her hands slid past his shoulders it brought the blindfold over his eyes, the string over his head. He'd feel her gently pull his hair through the elastic and adjust it until he couldn't see a thing. Then all at once her hands were gone, her touch was absent, and he was alone.
It went on for a long while, he chewed on his lip in anticipation and waited for her to start but slowly he worried she'd left him. He was on the border of panic where he began to wonder why he even suggested a thing like this. He just said the first thing that popped into his head. Sure blindfolds were associated with kinks of all kinds, but did anyone really like this? He was on the verge of saying 'uncle' when he felt her hand caress his throat and her fingers drag across his jawline before lifting his chin to face her.
He couldn't see her, but he knew it was her. He was relieved to have her touching him again.
Her other hand came down on his chest, then a moment later he felt her lips on his once more. In total darkness and silence, a simple brushing of her lips briefly gave him peace. She kissed him again, only to pull away slowly... Instinct from somewhere inside him told him she was going in for a deeper kiss, and the next moment he'd feel her tongue run along his lips for permission.
His mouth opened and he'd feel her tongue push through and greet his. Between the natural sensitivity, the sensitivity the fusion forced on both of them, and the now amplified sensations brought on by cutting off his sight, he moaned with delight as he felt her tongue caress his. His heart began to pound, but even so, he noticed how slow her tongue moved compared to last time.
This was not a hungry or selfish kiss, this kind of kiss came from someone who cared enough to be aware of his lack of experience and ease into things. He had a hard time deciding which one he liked more.
She brought her open mouth down on his as they continued to make out, making him endure the sensual kiss while her hand slipped between his legs. Her touch was gentle and lazy. It felt like she was just touching him because she could.
His face felt hot as he moaned into her mouth, past their dancing tongues. Breathing through his nose he suddenly became aware of the overly flower-scented body wash she'd used last night. He didn't like that scent, but he didn't like it more on her. He'd have to get her something more appropriate. Something that matched her spice.
He could taste the fruit and the syrup on her tongue. He was sorry he was distracted, but not sorry enough to change his focus. It tasted like breakfast, and it brought images associated with her. Specifically, her sitting in that silk robe, which was open to show her bare chest. It tasted like desire.
His hands went to reach up to touch her, only to strain against the cuffs, making a clattering sound of metal on metal as he did. He whimpered, then again when she pulled away. He heard her laughter, the same imp-like giggle. He questioned how strange it was to enjoy someone's laughter just before he realized his kiss was gone.
He bit his lip which shook with desperation. He considered begging for more, but that wasn't something they'd discussed.
Her laughter ended but her touch did not. Besides the lazy attention between his legs - which was responding a lot faster than before as proof he liked this - her other hand moved from his chest to his hair. He felt her brush it with her fingers. "I can't recall ever being with a red-head." She said casually as if the thought just occurred.
Desman felt the honor of pride in his chest for being a first for her, never mind it being over something genetic and out of his control. He felt her hand reach around the back of his head, take a handful of his gorgeous red locks, and pull on it. It was painful, but more an act of dominance that exposed his throat. He let out a pitiful cry just the same.
He felt her tongue run along his neck, leaving a trail of saliva that was hot at first before quickly cooling and tingled the whole time. Her tongue ran along it again to warm it up again before he felt her mouth come down on his neck and began to suck on it. It was strangely erotic, but he couldn't tell why. Maybe it was the slight bite of her sucking a little too hard, maybe it was just the feeling that reminded him of what he'd just endured. He moaned regardless while she left her mark. A hickie on his neck.
He felt her kiss up past his jawline and her lips wrapped around his earlobe, slowly sucking on it and turning him on even more. Which must have been her plan because shortly after while still playing with his ear, he felt her sit in his lap. More importantly, he felt the same hellish-heavenly feeling from last time and let out an abrupt gasp.
His sensitivity reached beyond just amplified senses. He could not only feel his satisfaction of reward after being teased but could feel her satisfaction with him. It was a lewd sigh in his ear and gratitude straight from her core. He suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded from the overpowering heat that has collected in his face. He wasn't sure how long he could last.
He heard her moan into his ear and he almost lost it. Without intending to he'd pushed up off the chair and into her, his embarrassment was complete as he had to lower back into the now hot seat. She laughed at him. "Someone's a little eager." She teased. His heart broke, he could feel his bond with her increase beyond a physical thing. He was only vaguely aware that he got attached to people easily, but he didn’t want her to leave him all the same.
Always his hero, she let go of his hair to take hold of his jaw once more. With both hands this time, she tilted him to the angle she needed and kissed him again. Just a simple but intense kiss full of passion and projected promises. He felt she wouldn't leave, she wouldn't abandon him.
When she did move, it was her hips grinding into his lap. He felt her pleasure from it and had to anchor himself somehow or he was going to pass out from the overwhelming senses. He pulled on the cuffs hard enough that they cut into his skin, grounding himself, but this ride was slow and it was going to be a long one.
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Black Ash squeaked with pleasure as she climaxed a second time. The inexperienced body with the high sex drive of Ash and the low sex endurance of Desman fell limp on the floor while she panted. Ash and Desman were her personal porn channel while she absently played with her newly sensitive body. Her ears were still ringing from her own cries of pleasure bouncing off the empty walls. She nuzzled one of her horns into the bare floor, closing her eyes as she does. Sleep came over her, going into standby like a laptop that's been closed but not shut down. Between her now naked legs, the pink heart on the end of her tail dimmed, the racing flashing lines eventually turn dark again.
Even the experienced half was forced to submit to sexhaution.
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Meanwhile in the penthouse, among the scattered glass pieces, the wasted wastelander finally stirs. He was not the same man as he started out as, worse, he wasn't even the same man that passed out. This was The Dark King that beat his light into submission and convinced the useless host to let him run rampant. Jak would regret that in the morning most of all.
He was still drunk, but the greenish yellow eyes and the snarling madman's smile did not fade. The room spun as he got to his hands and knees, realizing his killing spree would be hindered by this Dark knew he should at least pretend to be sober enough.
He was on his feet after slow progress, but he was just considering what to do about the imbalance that he felt in his swimming head when the elevator's bell caught his attention.
A sneer sliced through his twisted dark face and like a feral he moved quickly to chase after his prey. Except he was still very under the influence and the coordination of his sprint left him sliding on the rug before dive bombing into another wall. He cursed the host’s weak heart and climbed back to his feet before appearing at the front door of the penthouse.
Panic had Ashelin by the throat she jammed her finger into the button for the bottom floor so hard and so fast that she could have broken the bone. She muttered “Come on” almost every second but watched the hallway with fear stricken eyes. She could hear the couch slide on the floor at the impact of his body hitting it. He growled like a beast and huffed drunkenly as he realized how hard it was to move quickly. She caught a scream in her throat when she saw his bulk block out the sun’s natural light.
“There you are..” His demonic voice was gravel against her knees. The Dark King approached slowly. She pressed her back into the furthest wall, her hand reached for her missing blaster while the other one pawed at the wall. His clawed hand shot towards her, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the doors finally closing. Like the feral he mimicked his hand pulled back away.
Dark Jak had no idea how both harmless the doors were, nor how easy it would be to get to her. She was thankful for once how out of touch Jak seemed with technology. Ashelin slid down the back wall and watched the menacing man glare at her while breathing hard vanish behind the closing doors. “What the hell was that!” She both wanted to and didn't want to know.
What made the situation hopeless was the fact that she had no one to go to. Daxter was dead, Torn... Damus was a million miles away, where were these dunes anyway? She needed to hide. She could try to get back to Ash but she had no idea where they were. That became extra clear when she fell out of the elevator and into a lobby with no sign of the group that had left earlier. Still gasping for air she ducked out of sight behind a fountain.
Just in time, because apparently, the beast that had chased her was in the next elevator down. He came out and stood there, trying to catch her scent.
He was glancing around for his scared little prey when someone spoke out his name. "Jak?" Or at least close enough. When the drunk Dark King looked over he saw the human who'd checked them in last night. Louis was startled by his appearance but was aware of the change he goes through at times thanks to Dante's Abyss. He tried not to be offensive to his Prime guest. "If you are looking for Desman and company, they went this way." He explained and then began to show the dark entity towards the management only area.
Dark only smirked internally and glanced over his shoulder at the bloody figure that was Light next to the broken image of Jak. 'You were saying?'
It was hard, but Light kept hope... He remained silent as the Dark King carried them into the back of the hotel where the secret elevator was. His bulky form made the elevator so much smaller. He looked over at the panel's, finding a scanning device. "What's this?" He growled.
Louis had to step in to see what the owner's companion was talking about. "Ah. It allows you access to the bottom three floors. Desman has registered himself, you, and that girl in the system. I am not permitted, so it would stop on the floor before those if I were to go with you."
He was very helpful indeed. "Is there a way I can quickly find Ja- I mean my friends?"
Louis wasn't sure how to proceed with that but then got the idea to use the elevator's programming to their advantage. He had limited understanding of it, and if Desman changed any of the settings it would not be true. But he hit the recall button twice in a rapid session. Another button turned on. "It would seem that the last stop was the second to last floor in the restricted area. I would have to assume based off that, one or both of your friends are there."
Very helpful. "Thanks." He said, then bit his tongue not to say anything else despite the forming words in his mind. The human nodded and left. With that, Dark has forgotten Ashelin. He pushed the button for the second to last floor in the basement, and let the dark smile curl upon his lips. If this did not fully break Jak, he didn't know what else would.
Actually.. He did. But let's try this first.
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When the door opened, Dark Jak's form stepped out of the elevators and into a relatively blank and empty room. Two things were of immediate notice, one being a pod-like object against a wall that he could only guess what it was. And a woman.
At first glance, he easily mistook her for Ash, but after coming close to her sleeping form - her ass up in the air and not a strip of clothing on her - he realized even in his drunken stupid state that it wasn't the Storm Demon. Or at least not just Ash.
If Dark didn't know better, he might not understand that the two had fused. Why exactly, would be forever lost on him. But the new exterior color was the giveaway. It was toned down, but the red stood out in his mind. "Fusion... That makes this easier." He said to himself, and to his other self. Light felt a heaviness in his heart. The sleeping woman would be easily disposed of...
The Dark King approached the woman and kneeled down close to her hips, reaching between her legs and picking up her tail with one of his massive hands. He thought about yanking it to wake her, to have a little fun before he killed her, something stirred inside him instead.
He found himself staring, memories of Jak and her washed over his drunk mind and soothed the beast a little on the inside.
He dropped the tail, it fell to the ground. His hand instead laid across her thigh, it was almost big enough to completely encompass it or very close. Her skin felt strange, almost fake, but it was warm and soft under his rough hand. Another growl escaped him.
The Fusion's eyes peel back as the lights come back to life. Ash momentarily the only life within the creature mistook the leg that his hand was on for her's alone. Mentally, however, she found herself and Desman wrapped up in each other again. She could have defused by now, still, could, but she wasn't yet done with him.
He might have continued to sleep if she hadn't moved instinctively. His mind started out foggier than normal, but they both became super aware of the hand that stroked the back of their leg in a flash of realization. Apparently, it hadn't been Desman touching her in his sleep.
Black Ash lifted her upper body and twisted her lower until she was able to sit up and look back at who was touching her. When the image of Dark Jak's new look came through much clearer, Ash smirked a cool smile. It was helpless against Desman's pure panic as he sat up and realized whose face was mere inches from his!!
Her face matched Desman's, the unmistakably usually calm face of Ash's twisted somewhat unnaturally as fear shot through her heart. Her grogginess melted away as her eyes expanded beyond belief, her precious full lips part with shock, and like a squid flashing warning lights to scare off a predator, Black Ash's circuit pattern began to rapidly flash with her quickened heart.
Dark watched the panic consume her, then watched as Black Ash reached up, pinched her nose, and turned away like she was somewhere between sneezing and a headache.
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Inside the shared headspace, Ash was trying to cope with this sudden rush of fear and adrenaline. It brought her heart to its knees and she moaned sharply while Desman unraveled himself from her as fast as he could to try to get away from The Dark King.
They both could hear his heartbeat as it crashed against his chest, but before he could escape her, she grabbed him by the wrist, a dark blue hue across her nose and cheeks. At that moment he became aware that he's never seen a demon blush. It was surprisingly attractive, but not even that could distract him from trying to get away. Except he was too weak from the stimulation to fight her off.
"Stop!" Ash moaned, biting her lower lip. "Calm down. It's just Jak." She tried to ease his hysteria before it got more out of control. She was torn between liking this and hating it.
"T-that's not Jak, I know Jak, and I know that, that thing." Desman tried not to think about what he was sure they would do, but it was no use. "That thing's a monster, it kills with no remorse, no emotion but hunger. And you know what's worse!" Desman had started to cry now. "I let that thing do it, and no reason I can think of can even begin to ease me in that fact!" Desman finally had enough strength to push Ash's wrist away, but instead of running, he was confronting her as his tears finally burst a dam. "But that doesn't even matter, because I know he's like this cause of an unfair past, and I'm afraid I'll up like him, that's my biggest fear! Except it isn't, ‘cause it scares me to think about how I can be so self-obsessed when he is in pain! I should be helping him get through it! Not trying to find a way to avoid it myself!"
His emotions ran deep and wild, and she was at the mercy of them all. It wasn't that she didn't feel things, she did. She just had more control than this, which was ironic seeing how he was supposed to be the robot here. She tried to focus on his words instead of the emotions he was forcing her to endure. But that was all unbelievable garbage as well. He yanked his hand away, and a moment later her hand slapped him across his face.
Shock planted itself on his face and he turned to her with tears still streaming down his cheeks. He realized she could feel his pain, and he could feel her pleasure from that pain. He stared at her warm cheeks before she began.
"You are going to sit there and tell me you know that Jak was tortured and experimented on, and the things you feel aren't pity for your friend!" It was his turn to be subjected to another person's emotions. He felt the weight of her annoyance. "Instead you feel sorry for yourself! And you are scared of what will happen!?" Her voice raised with each shot she fired, and he felt the truth of the matter pierce his heart.
She pointed in what could have been a random direction, but felt like the direction of Dark Jak.
"That man has done nothing but saved people, I can bet my life on it. Or do you judge everyone on appearance and the way they deal with situations?" She wasn't bringing herself into this, but from his perspective, he could see the implications that she might think he was just judging her. She and Jak didn't look too different at that moment.
He felt a burst of fear of losing her, and he weakly tried to stop it... She left him stunned and silent. Of course, that left him to his own thoughts. He had never had anyone say the same things he was thinking to himself. Now it settled in the air like a challenge had been made.
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Black Ash stopped pinching her nose and slowly looked back towards their friend... Even though they were two individuals, and they shared the mind space, the interaction between the two halves happened as fast as thought, so she didn’t leave him to his own ideas for long. The Dark King was taking in her new form, distracted by it.
“Jak..” She smiled at him, and when Dark looked up he was sure it was Ash because it left him with a fuzzier than normal head. He felt her hand reach up and play with the scruff on his chin, feeling almost like a cat by how good it felt. He grinned at her, completely distracted but enjoying the attention.
‘See, he wouldn’t hurt us.’ Ash explained to Desman, who looked up and watched his nightmare casually.
Even the Dark King cursed under his breath, realizing a little too late that he was playing right into her hand. Part of him didn't care to admit this, and another part of him understood fully why Jak was powerless against her.
The Hopeful One smiled through his divine blood and resisted chuckling, if only not to disturb the two. Light watched the big bad wolf revert to a puppy at her touch. He could breathe a little easier despite his face caved in and his ribs broken. They should have known that Ash wouldn’t have allowed any harm to come to them. Her magic touch and smile even able to twist The Dark King around her finger.
Dark Jak cleared his throat and moved to be in her face. He was a fool to think he could act tough after letting her play with him like a pet. "You looked scared earlier, do I frighten you?" His mouth splits into a grin that made Desman flinch. "Ashelin ran away from me."
Ash's own smirk pulled back on her lips. "That's the difference between her and me, I'm a real woman." Black Ash answered, lightning quick tongue and wit. "I'm not scared of you Jak... But Desman's afraid." She said matter-of-factly, craning her neck to stand against him but she didn't want to challenge him.
His sick toxic eyes flickered down to her lips. He noticed how delicate they looked and wanted to crush them under his. "Fear feeds me..." His voice was thick and sounded like gravel. It turned her on, but his words didn't impress her. "It makes me stronger." The Dark King tried to push the subject, still inspecting her mouth.
"You must feel so weak around me then." Her response was as fast as a snap, but he liked hearing her lip. He found it unnecessary to hold back anymore, and grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. So hard that he left her lips feeling bruised. Desman tensed up and didn't know how to react, but Black Ash kissed him back.
Desire filled the Dark King's head. While his non-cuffed arm swept around her to keep the fused body close, the cuffs on Light's arms turn to sand and he finally felt free. He moved slowly not to distract Dark and Black Ash, and tried to rouse his host back to consciousness.
Desman's mild panic made the robotic demon's hands reach to his chest as a weak attempt to keep some control, only for Ash to move them in sensual circles on Dark's chest. The Beast moaned into his kiss with her before deepening the experience with his tongue. He found her tongue void of any tastes and no ring. Which he hadn't realized he was anticipating trying until he knew it was gone. His sharp teeth found her bottom lip and returned the courtesy of earlier. She shivered...
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Jak Mar - 08-27-2017
The Divine One kneeled down next to his Host, giving him a light shake. “Jak?” He gurgled, then frowned. With a moment of concentration he healed his face so that his nasal cavity wasn't crushed and his ribs only fractured. Able to breathe alt easier, Light tries once more to wake his host. “Jak, Jak wake up.”
The eco-warrior muttered in his dreams something incoherent.
“Jak.. I know it's easier to just lay down and sleep.. I know you've suffered a whole lot already, but you gotta stay strong. You gotta keep believing. You've done so much good here in the Omniverse. I understand that it's hard being a hero, but I know if anyone can do it, you can.” Light’s voice was soft, gentle, and quiet. Not just because The Dark King could at any point lose focus on Ash and find him free, but because Jak was already damaged and like their inner beast needed to be soothed.
Dark Jak was still embracing the fused form, more with forceful want than lovingly need. He pulled at Black Ash’s lip, grinning with victory as he felt her shutter in delight. He kissed her again, forcefully. A soft moan escaped them.
Light continued to ease Jak back into the land of the living. The balance between light and dark had shifted so drastically that it was unclear if there would be any saving it, but there was still hope. To give his host peace at mind Light Jak said more: “Your friends haven't given up on you.” Light chuckled. “Hurry or you are going to miss seeing Dark eating out of the palm of Ash’s hand.”
The Beast’s cuffed hand comes up and squeezes Black Ash’s chest.
Meanwhile, several floors up, Ashelin peaks out from behind fountain, ignoring the intricate designs in the stone work she looked around. Jak, or whatever that was, had vanished behind a hall with a man. When the man came back alive, she breathed a bit easier. She approached the man after a moment longer to make sure Jak wasn’t also coming out, and with a still racing heart put her shaking hands on the counter. “Where is the man you just talked to?” She asked when she had his attention.
Louis looked at her with a perplexed expression. “I’m sorry?”
“Where did you take him, a cage?” Ashelin asked again.
Louis expression grew sour. “We do not treat the guests nor the company of our owner like animals. Do you have some business with Jak or shall I escort you out of here?”
Ashelin noticed quickly that she offended him, and bit back her arguments. “That thing isn’t Jak..” She denounced. Then looked down towards the hall. “That wasn’t the Jak I knew..”
“I would suggest you pick up a copy of the last Dante’s Abyss, then. As well as some others.” He pronounced each word precisely. “That ‘thing’ is apparently some power-up. Primes have all kinds of odd things about them.” He remained offended. “Just how do you know, Jak?” He asked, and then observed her and her clothing. She had similar ears and body shape, but he wouldn’t bet they were related.
“He and I saved my city from my father.” She said, then pointed towards the hall. “And that IS NOT Jak.”
Louis inhaled deeply before letting it escape through his nose. “Think what you will miss, but that is Jak Mar. However, since you are apparently a secondary of his, was there anything else I could help you with?”
Ashelin frowned, being dismissed like a child… “Yes. Where are the Dunes?”
Moments later she had all the equipment she could find among the ruined penthouse, including a lot of cash but not a pistol. She slung the bag over her shoulder and headed towards the gate. She would talk to Demus about all this as he was now the only person she could trust…
Unless he was also a werebeast.
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Black Ash felt Dark Jak’s tongue exploring her mouth. It was just like any other kiss they shared, until she felt his tongue shove itself down her throat. He forced her to endure it, wiggling it around and leaving her breathless. Heat flooded her cheeks as she began to choke on it.
Des could feel the breath in his lungs catch on something, his level of panic only rivaled by her sense of pleasure. Desman grabbed at his throat internally out of instinct, but he was distracted from his choking by the disbelief that she was actually enjoying it. Of course, so was he but only by association … right?
When Jak slid his tongue out of her airway Black Ash gasped and he grinned. “Where’s the key?” He asked with cryptic tone, but she knew what he was talking about. He grabbed a couple of the cables that was her hair, running his fingers along them and making the chain of the cuff clink a bit. “And your tongue piercing?”
Black Ash’s face was still hot and she panted lightly before resummoning the key she’d hidden away, as well as the tongue ring. Both appear in her mouth, one of them even belonged there. She pushed the key so it stuck out of her mouth, and he smiled and took it but not before using it to pry her mouth open a bit to look in. “I can’t wait to taste your piercing.” He announced, licking his lips.
“I got another piercing you can taste.” She threw back at him, just as quick with the tongue.
He chuckled and kissed her again. While he played with the tongue he’d wanted he concentrated on a bed for them. A bed fit for his majesty, or iron and dark wood. It appeared in the middle of the room - not too far off from where they sat - and of note the headboard was iron gate black with plenty of intricate curved bars to pick from and two smaller bed posts for the bottom. It was covered in dark grey and purple bedding, the thick comforter gray like the storm clouds.
He untangled himself from her gorgeous body and unlocked the cuffs - pushing the key into his pocket. Then with a strong hand he grabbed her by the hair, just like the cavemen did and dragged her to the center of the room by just the cables.
The Dark King tossed her onto the bed, causing her to cry out in pleasure as she hit the comforter. He watched her naked form sink into the bed just slightly. Then he climbed on top and wrestled with her hands to lock them in place on the headboard. She was wasted on the kid, Jak would never have the balls to turn his kink on her.
Her kissed her mercilessly, thrusting his tongue down her throat again until she had to swallow it to breath. Black Ash’s face was hot and internally neither of them could breath or escape the arousal. She fought against the cuffs but didn’t do anything to stop his violation. When The Dark Kind pulled away she was feeling light headed - which could be any combination of what had conspired or the reaction to.
Black Ash’s electronic voice bounced off the blank walls and back into Jak’s ears. He held her just slightly off her back, his claws penetrated even her modified sythetic flesh like it was nothing. The oil like blood caressed his knuckles before for falling onto the bed. Her back was arched high and she was attempting to deal with the beautiful pain he was putting her through.
Inside the mind space shared by Desman and Ash, she was on top of him, a hot mess. She was covered in sweat and he could see her skin darken around her cheeks, her ears, and even around her body. He’s has been volunteers as her coping mechanism, and he couldn’t argue. He just wished Jak would finish with her soon, he couldn’t take the heat. Her body was on fire, but worse, their body was on fire. He was surprised she hasn’t passed out from heat stroke, or their body hasn’t shut down from the rising temperature. Then again, they weren't actually a machine, just looked like it.
He still couldn’t comprehend the level of pleasure he was being forced to endure while still feeling pain. Something good did come out of this all, other than her whimpering his name, he knew what turned her on now.
Jak pulled one hand free of her skin to reach around to the front of her and snag the piercing there. The slightest touch brought intense moans from her. He grinned with satisfaction, palying with it while he continue his drawn out sadistic pace. “I wonder.. What would happen if I ripped this thing out.” He questioned out loud.
Black Ash barely caught that he was talking to her, but she looked down at him with heated cheeks but a serious face. Ash has never thought about it, but if she liked him turning her back into a scratching post so much, she would probably enjoy mutilation of her body. “I’d come. And then I’d kick your ass.”
A wicked chuckle escaped him. His still sick colored eyes stare at her with evil intentions. Moments later he discarded his easy pace and while tugging on her ring sent her through the roof. In the midsts of it, he ‘accidently’ yanked with all his strength, and ripped it clean out.
Doing so brought on the most mind-breaking climax that Ash has ever experienced, Desman was forced to endure it as well - his poor soul. He was already feeling confused and overwhelmed, she could feel it in the edges of her individuality, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Now he was having to deal with something beyond his level of experience, and she couldn’t save him from it.
As well, the Dark King wore his crown in the form of a grin as he watched her deal with the insanity that was her convulsing body as she got off on the pain. She’s never been high, but this was what it felt like for sure.
Then as soon as her body fell limp and her lung filled with fresh air a few times, her attitude changed as fast as it took to crack a whip. Her knee came up into the Dark King’s jaw, they both heard the tooth crack, and it was a wonder his tongue or cheek didn’t get caught in the attack. Next her legs wrapped around his head and with surprising strength from the sex demon he was forced onto his back. Knocked off guard he was stunned long enough for her to knee to find his windpipe. Returning the favor from earlier, she put all her weight onto his Adam’s apple.
Dark was weak from their adventures in bed, but ran his claws across her thigh. Desman could feel that she liked it all the same, but noticed she wasn’t having it now. She jammed her knee harder into him to stop him and he obeyed. Darkness started to creep around Dark… “Will… You.. Kill me?” He gasped after a moment, expanding what breath he had.
Her glare was cold as ice, the heat has all but vanished from her cheeks. “I will if they can’t fix it.” She promised.
A grin escaped him as he struggled to chuckle again. “Even if-!” He felt her knee stab him again.
“Don’t worry shit head, you’ll come back.”
Dark could no longer steal breath through his nose, his vision blurred, darkened, and finally he lost consciousness all together, still grinning like the madman he was.
Black Ash didn’t let up until she saw Jak’s form change.
She realized at some point that the beast that had ravaged them wasn’t Jak at all, but that the darkness had taken a life of its own. She decided to keep Desman in the dark about this fact, if only until she understood what has happened completely. She let up off his neck and fell back into bed, she became aware of the tingly feeling in her fingers and tried to relax. Which wasn’t hard, for the first time in a long time she felt exhausted…
Internally, Ash fell beside Desman, panting. She just needed a nap.. “I think.. If we defuze.. We can reach the key..” In theory, one arm each would be cuffed. If not, one of them would be cuffed and the other free to uncuff them. That’s all she managed before sleep took her.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Desman Black - 08-28-2017
Desman could feel his head thumping again, how long had he been asleep door this time? And what was that around his...
'Crap.' The robot looked at the top bed frame to see it was both his hands that ended up being tied to the it after they defused, wiggling around a bit to see if either end of the cuffs would loosen, he eventfully got to wondering if ash would be mad at him for cutting them, they were hers after all.
Ash half woke up to the rattling of metal on metal and rolled over in the bed with her arms around him. "I said calm down, Des... Its just Jak." She explained in a drowsy tone. It took her a moment of rubbing her horn against his armor to realize the reality of things. Her eyes opened briefly to confirm, then closed again. "Damn it.." She said to herself in a very disappointed tone and unraveled from him, but gave no further explanation as she sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched her naked body.
Desman couldn't help to do anything but stare for a few moments, taking in the curves of Ash's body before remembering his current predicament. "Would you mind getting the key? Unless you want me to break them in half."Des's sleepiness once again made it difficult for Ash to determine the tone of which his sentences were meant to be coming out as.
Ash looked over her shoulder, her hair falling away. She stared at him for a while, or at least it looked like it. Then she smirked that devilish smile. "Good luck with that. Those were a gift from Jak himself. I imagine they are strong enough to hold you." She teased, even giggling as her tail drifted across the dark pillow top quilt.
She then looked over to Jak who was still passed out, but breathing fine now. She liked Jak, but he was only a tool for her. That said, she needed to deal with this Dark Jak. Preferably without Desman in case it gets violent. She then leaned over and started to fish out the key.
Desman in his drowsy state took what Ash said literally and summoned his cutlass, immediately realizing that he's hands didn't have the dexterity to even have the blade touch the chains of the cuffs, dropping it on the bed as he tried to flip it around, he just sighed to himself and waited for Ash's help.
Ash heard his struggles and only smiled. She found her key in the pockets of Jak's pants and moved back to Desman after he admitted defeat and climbed onto him much like the first night with her legs spread over his mid section, topless breast where he could really see them. Except her plan didn't go as expected, and he saw it in her pained face and the way she slumped forward to deal with it, supporting her weight on his chest piece and lifting her hips off him. He could hear her hiss in pain while her hair fell to cover her face from his immediate view.
After a moment of rest, he'd hear her breath out before dropping what she was doing to unlock his cuffs and go back to the edge of the bed. Eventually even getting up and walking a short distance away in silence.
Desman went to reach his hand out before immediately deciding against it, what if it was something private? He wouldn't want her to get mad, on the other hand there was that change she was willing to talk about it. His mind raced with possibilities about how each approach of his could go, it was actually kind of dizzying, When Des did build up enough courage to stand up and ask her however, his wheel got caught in the blankets, leaving the robot to fall with a massive thud onto the floor.
Ash heard metal crashing against concrete and looked over to see Desman's fallen face first into the ground. It left her with a little laughter before she moved over and helped with the wheel. "I guess you weren't kidding about the bed." She teased, before lowering herself to him on the ground. She felt pain shoot through her, but ignored it this time. "Careful, you might wake Jak up before we have a chance to prank him."
"Prank.. him?" Desman knew what the concept of a prank was, but he had never actually experienced being the parnker or the parnkee, but if he was going to do it might as well be around these two, he just hoped that the prank wasn't too bad, for two different reasons. "What do you suggest we do?" the robot whispered, waiting to see what kind of magic Ash could whip up.
Ash cracked a smile at his willingness. Then she looked up at the still sleeping Jak. She wasn't sure what to do, actually. Just that she wanted to do something. Then she got an idea. While it wasn't very clever, or mean, it would be a start. She swung the cuffs around her finger. "How about we start with a little taste of his own medicine?" She smirked.
"S-sure." Desman had no idea what he was so nervous about, he saw the cuffs on Jak back at the beach, and if he did hulk out into that... creature, it would probably restrain him.
With the smirk still planted and a newfound glint in her eye, the storm demon turned around and started walking, and if it was meant to be seductive, it was working. Des watched ash do her work, hypnotized by her swaying hips and naked upper body, quickly looking away when she let him know hat she knew he was watching, which also happened to be when she had finished pulling and handcuffing Jak up to the top of the bed frame, witch was very little effort all things considered.
Standing back from their new hostage, Ash put her finger under her lip as she thought about what else to do to him. "Maybe we should gag him?" She asked, looking for input from her partner in this crime.
"M-m-m-maybe..." Desman voice sunk at the same rate his wiliness to do this was, it was quickly turning form a harmless prank into another cliche movie sex scene, but he wasn't going to argue with someone obviously much stronger then him AND had sex with him twice, not yet anyway.
He could feel Ash's eyes on him as she took a moment to assess what his hesitation could mean.. "You're right. Too cliché." She announced his thoughts, as if she could read them. Could she? Was that a side effect to the fusion? He'd never know. She turned away from their victim and moved back towards the wall. She noticed the Dataverse Terminal in the 'corner' of the room. That would come in handy. "So, Mr. Hotel Owner," she turned to keep his eyes on her - not that he was having a hard time doing so, "Is this your floor, or mine?" Her tone implied something less innocent.
"To be honest, I didn't really think that far ahead, I really did just want to get away dorm the samurai, at least at first." Sure the sentence started off clear, but by the end of it it seemed the robot was still the tiniest big embarrassed about their relationship. "And this bed is here anyway so..."
Ash chuckled at him. She knew that he was pointing out the bed specifically because she'd get more use out of it, but it was hard not to resist teasing him. "So... I can come in and sleep with you whenever I want?"
Des once again immediately clung on to the teasing; it had seemed to turn into a whole different language between the two. "I mean, I'd have to make you another bed as someone's already using this one, but it's doable..."
Whatever charm he had, it was used in this instant. He watched a genuine smile replace the devious grin. She twisted her back to him, her hair falling past the raven on her left shoulder blade. "Tell ya what, I'll take this floor and I'll just kick the free loader out whenever you feel like you need the company." He could hear her smile remained.
"Then that just means I need to decide whether I want to be on top or beneath you." Desman face-palmed himself when he realized how that sounded, which with it being metal on metal Ash heard clearly.
Ash lacked the ability not to smile at what he said, and could only guess what that sound was. He watched her head move slightly, if he was paying attention to anything but his shame. "I kind of like you under me." She said, but didn't clarify in what sense.
The robot tried his best not to groan at the mess they had created though a slip of the tongue, and just tried to continue like it was a normal conversation about bedrooms, cause beneath all the flirting that's what it was. "Well now that is sorted out, what do we do while waiting for handsome over here to wake up?"
Ash was slightly disappointed to hear that he didn't want to continue their back and forth. She had her eyes on the wall, specifically. She already had ideas of what she wanted to do for her room. And yes, room. She didn't need an entire floor. But she could use that for other things. "Do you like games?" She asked, twisting on her hips and making as close to eye contact as the two could.
"Depends on what type." Desman said nonchalantly. Stepping forward before suddenly stopping like he forgot something, the robot titled he's head back and added. "Though I'm sure you could make anything, interesting." You could here the smirk in his voice.
Desman watched him hook her with his knew burst of confidence and 'swagger'. She let her tail whip behind her in an invisible wind. She was silent for a bit, apparently considering the idea of saying something to him. She chose instead to summon a pair of panties on her lower body.
She then moved over to the wall and began to spend all her stored OM on something from home. Her baby.. A gaming station that makes most gamer's cry with jealousy. "I'm great with shooters, but I can play just about anything, babe." She tossed at the end there, wanting to encourage his game.
"If you hadn't noticed, I only have one hand, and you can't play video games with only one hand."a brief silence filled the room before the robot added something. "Well, I can't."
"Well, we have plenty of options." Ash said, summoning her system was going to take much longer than 3 minutes. "We can summon you a replacement hand. Time consuming, but probably the best option because then after this you can grab with both hands." She said, obviously she wasn't against the flirting game still. "Easier options is we rearrange some wiring and you can play shooters with it, or we can use the VR option."
"V...R..." Desman froze stiff, not moving, not speaking, if Ash were to pay close enough attention, even his fan and motor were slowing down, his heart beating rapidly and in random intervals.
"VR it is then~!" She sang, her tail coiling, and her head twisting to smile at him. "Just let me finish up my precious baby here, and I'll hook it up so we can both jump in."
"N-No, no VR, anything but VR..." Desman dropped to the ground and cover'd his face, to much in shock to let out the anger or the fear or the saddest that normally came along with his breakdowns.
Ash finished finally, and when she stepped back the wall was adorned with a massive set up. Three screens slightly adjusted and twisted down to her relaxing needs. A giant mass of electronics positioned beautifully were mounted on a TV stand with multiple layers of shelves. It would make any gamer rock hard, and they didn't even know what was under the hood yet.
Either she wasn't paying attention to his please, or was actively ignoring him because the next thing she was doing was picking him up and carrying him over to the uplink, her cyberdeck appearing on her other arm. "We will pick a game when were in there." She explained, still ignoring his fit, then pushed him into the device. Her smile remained as the door closed down on him.
"NO! NO!" Des's silent pleads become violet outbursts in mere seconds, the teenager banged on plabic barrior between him and the outside, the real world. "LET ME OUT! PLEASE, LET US OUT! DA-!" Des's voice was cut off as his consciousness faded from his body and into cyberspace.
[quote]~Back At level B1[quote]
The relaxing music of the floor was soon interrupted by the sound of the elevator opening to reveal Barry stepping out.
"Did you see our Lord or Lady on your shift?" Arin asked from behind the counter of the bar, a ball of sushi and rice, presumably for eating, out in front of him, Barry just shook his head. "Strange, they must be sleeping. I'll contact you if they enter on my shift." And with that Arin pushed himself out from under the bar and stood up, walking to the door. "Oh, and don't break anything." the samurai added, leaving Barry 'alone' in the lounge area.
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Desman Black - 08-31-2017
Quote:~Just outside the hotel~If Ashlien was to be looking closely enough at her surrounding, she may have noticed the smoke coming from a building she just passed, a man some would describe as 'handsome' getting face full of it.
"There you... *cough* There you are Ninja *cough, cough* Ninja Brain!" The spandex clad man obviously had his eye on something as he talked. "You see that girl over there?" Danny pointed Ashlein as she was deciding which way to go. "She is madly in love with me, she just doesn't know it yet. We need to prove it to her, smoke bomb please."
The Ninja threw a small object onto the ground disappearing into the smoke it produced. "Fine, *cough* I'll just *cough* walk."
RE: Desman's Paying, Obviously!! - Ash - 09-01-2017
Desman quickly pushed open the pod's door, gasping like he was having an asthma attack, to be fair though, he probably was when he first logged in.
Ash logged out shortly after logging him out, but she was slower to wake. Her body was leaning against the non-moving parts of the pod, slumped slightly, her head leaning against her chest. Across her leg, something caught the light, dark blue blood that had escaped her mouth landed there.
When her blind looking eyes open, she took a sharp breath through her nose. Her mind refocused but her vision blurred for a moment before she reached up with her hand and grabbed the cable in her neck. She twisted it open and pulled herself free like it was habit. Then she started to react.
She felt something across her chin and reached up to whip the blood off. Checking the back of her hand to see what it was. While she wasn't alarmed by the sight of her own blood, Desman who turned the corner still gasping at air was pretty freaked out. You could almost see his face and his body stiffen. What little he cared about his promise vanished in an instant upon seeing blood smeared across her lips.
"Ash!" The robot pushed away his own dizziness to get to the storm demon that he called a friend. "Like I said we need to get you help." Desman said, going once again to put her into a bridal carry.
Her mind jumped into third gear upon hearing and seeing Desman. But she had more fight in her than she did in VR. She pushed him off with a grin. "Shh, You'll wake up Jak." She teased. Clearly not seeing the problem with a little blood.
"W-wait, your... your fine?" Desman seemed to freeze at the notion before he broke down in tears and started hugging the life out of her. "Your fine, I'm so happy your fine, I thought I was going to lose you.."
"Of-" Ash tried to get out before she was hugged abruptly and with bone breaking force. Or almost. It was the first time she's been hugged like this, and she was reminded suddenly of her sister. She pushed the memory away at the same time she nudged his grip to loosen around her. "Why wouldn't I be fine?"
For one, it had only been VR. They hadn't been in too much real trouble. But even so, she would just come back to life.
"Because..." Desman felt his heart sink at the thought before sighing. "I guess it's time for that promise, huh? How far back do you want to start?"
Ash let her arms coil around him despite her just trying to loosen his grip. To be fair, she knew how fragile she was. And how sturdy he was. "As far back as it takes to understand." She vaguely answered, but he'd feel her hands running along his back in a comforting way. It was hard to tell if it was an act or genuine.