Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Ash]

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.

-

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.