Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Jak Mar]

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.