Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Ash]

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.

-

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.

-

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.

-

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.

-

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.

-

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...