01-09-2018, 02:22 AM
Return to Sender
As the light faded from Desman’s vision, being slowly replaced by the darkness of his eyelids, he could finally feel the pounding in his head, what caused it he couldn’t remember, but at least the ground was soft, ish. The next thing that came to his senses was the taste of salt.
Desman rolled over, his cough shook him to the core and echoed through the emptiness. He pushed himself up off the ground, choking on the salt and minerals he had managed to suck up into his mouth while he was sleeping. “One of the disadvantages of having a mouth…” He muttered to himself.
Looking around the white and glistening landscape, a dark blue shadow stood out in the distance. All at once something slammed back into his pained head: “Ash!” Quickly Desman smacked his hands and feet upon the sands in a hurry, fist his knee fell to the ground and right out from under him, then the sands slipped through his fingers as he tried to gather traction once more; It effectively made him look like some kind of cartoon character.
The Salt Flats
After gaining his footing, Desman managed to run across the unstable landscape to his pornstar princess. He kneeled down next to her and grabbed her shoulders, softly shaking her and calling her name in a way someone would wake up a sick child. “Ash..”
Ash’s mind was as foggy and dark as the world around her, but she was awakened by his voice. If only barely. She rolled over in his arms, towards him where she tucked herself against his body before having her own coughing fit which shook her body violently.
Desman held Ash as close as physically possible, his mind racing with all his thoughts; Thoughts about how they got here, thoughts about the sand in his mouth and covering the clothes of both people, but most importantly whether Ash was alright or not.
He’d feel her arm wrap around his back and grip the cloth on his back, squeezing him to her as her coughing fit subsided. Then he’d feel her clinging tighter. She didn’t remember anything immediately, but instinct told her she was safe in his arms. His scent reminded her of someone... She hardly knew, but she would not let him go until she was okay.
Slowly her body started working as well, her tail slid across the salts lazily, her legs trailing behind it while she let him set her up on her knees, supported still by him. Since she was so light, he wouldn’t be strained at all. Eventually, her mind began to turn and her memory gently came back to her in waves. It took some time, but Ash finally looked up at him with a neutral face and knew who he was.
Something compelled her to readjust her weight to her knees, let go of his shirt, lift herself higher in his arms, as she cupped his jaw with her hands. The Storm demon gently pulled him down into a kiss, which started as something simple but quickly grew to something passionate as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of her.
Desman’s body naturally followed hers as he realized what she wanted; he even completely forgot he was out in the open. All that mattered to him was that he was with Ash, and he was making her feel better, however that may be.
Ash moaned deeply into the kiss as his hands run across her mostly exposed back. His hands sent shivers along her spine and made her stomach flip. She pushed down on her hips to grind across his crotch, which sends familiar pleasure through her.
Shortly after that, however, she felt her chest tense up and her stomach flinch. It's admittedly been a long time since she felt the tell-tale signs of a sick stomach. Where it had simply been nausea and discomfort the first time she died, it was now full of sickness. As much as she wanted to stay in his arms, her stomach lurching was impossible to ignore. Lightning fast The Storm Demon shoved him off of her and rolled over, untangling from his body entirely. Just in time as well, the moment she was turned over she tasted acid.
The slick sound of vomit hitting the ground could be recognized only by the subtle sounds of gagging and coughing. Hacking up chunks of whatever wasn’t pleasant at all, and Ash was thankful it's been so long since the impulse has graced her. If it were anyone else she’d consider the possibility of it being morning sickness, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Mostly because her wits were about her now.
As she emptied her stomach of contents she doesn’t remember putting in it, she realized she had died. They had died. It was that last night and even though she wasn’t a hundred percent aware in this new fusion like the last one, she could piece together some events. Perhaps that was why she momentarily forgot who Desman was entire. She imagined it was like waking up a sleepwalker who’s made it into a dangerous place.
When she was done, she backed away from it and into Desman’s lap where she found comfort that she hasn’t felt in a long time. Using the back of her arm to wipe her mouth she went limp against him with a groan. “There goes that idea.” She addressed, her mood could probably be recovered but not so soon after that. “I guess that means we better get going.”
“Sure…” He replied. getting his hands in position to help both of them up. “Just don’t push yourself, okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Ash said, returning to her independent attitude, but this time with a little less attitude. She stood with his help and let him lead her past the pile before she summoned her commlink and began opening up the app. He’d see the familiar visor appear on her face, a light blue screen across her eyes. What she saw was impossible for him to guess. But she was bringing up the Vita Compass app and locking in on her target. It took a fraction of a minute to load. “There he is.”
“Huh?” If it wasn’t lowkey pounding of his head, Desman probably could’ve been able to figure out what she was referring to, of course at the moment that was not the case. “Where who is?”
“Neujmin,” Ash replied simply like that was all the explanation he needed. “That way.” She added, pointing in the direction she intended to go, taking his hand to lead him better with.
“And why are we going back there for?” Desman questioned, perhaps coming off a bit more obnoxious than he intended.
The Morality Mirrored Humanoid lead the way, already decided on her task. “What do you mean why?” Ash asked, looking back at him, letting the visor fade away so she could make eye contact with him. “Master will want his property back where it belongs.”
“‘Master’? ‘Property’?” Desman questioned, unable to understand what had gotten into her. “Have you been stuck in that cage so long you’ve developed Stockholm syndrome.”
Ash’s smile cracked her face open before she laughed. “Please... You think I would honestly develop some kind of attachment to him when I have you to keep me sane?” She asked, then looked back towards the horizon. “No. You are more than welcome to suggest a better idea if you have one.”
“I mean the plan of not going back sounds better.” The human of the two responded. “Probably find our own way out of here…”
Ash smirked, but the sour feeling in her stomach made it hard to enjoy the moment. She fully understood why he might think she was crazy at this point, especially with comments like that. “Trust me, Desman. This will benefit us more in the end.” She was forced to keep him in the dark, the things she knew wasn’t something you explained easily. He was patient and would happily wait she was sure of it. Still, she lacked the words to accurately explain. “Think about it.” She tried. “What sounds better? Someone had to hunt us down, or that we returned on our own? Loyalty is probably not something you see very often down here.”
“I guess you have a point…” Desman looked at the direction they would have to go to get back to their imprisonment. “But who said they would be able to catch us in the first place?”
“I don’t even know if he will send people out to look for us in the first place. He seemed pretty okay with washing his hands of us if we died during the fight with that troll thing.” She explained casually. “Yet, just before the fight, he seemed pretty desperate to remind us how good we had it. Why do you think that is?”
“Because he’s scared of losing us.” Desman seemed so sure of himself. “Trust me, I know those types of guys.”
Ash smiled. “Exactly.”
“What? And you think that because we go back to him he is going to be so grateful that when we do find a way out he will happily let us skip out of there?” Desman asked before giving the answer. “No, he won’t. He will keep us for as long as possible.”
Ash let out a laugh, one that threatened to call Desman stupid for not seeing the obvious. “Of course not. He already told me that the only way we were getting away is if we pay for our freedom.” She added, but if she thought that would convince him on its own, she’d be mistaken. Good thing this was Ash. “He won’t be grateful, he will be impressed. He just lost his star player, he’s going to want us back and who knows what he’s willing to do to get us back.” She lifted her finger, on the other hand, the one that wasn’t holding his. “I would even bet that he’s never had anyone as good as us, he’s probably freaking out that his only chance at success is now scattered to the wind.”
Desman just looked back at her, the ‘who knows what he’s willing to do’ comment playing over and over in his head, it creating an image of Ash he wouldn’t want coming true. “Let’s go…” He responded, his head sinking low in defeat.
Ash lead the way towards their master, not really caring that Desman didn’t agree or like the idea, but that he was going with it. It was very business-like in terms of why this was what they were doing. Like an honor system, or a tab at the bar. You expected it to be done because it was the proper thing. “Don’t look so down, Desman. If it makes it better, we don’t have to go straight back to it. We can enjoy a little freedom. What do you want to do?”
“I dunno…” Desman just turned his head and stared off into the horizon. “I mean, as long as I’m with you…”
He might not understand the value of her next action due to the lack of knowing her more personally. Either way, Ash took his hand gently and smiled his way. “I won’t let us get separated again, Desman.” She assured him, gently.
-
“Are you feeling better?” Desman said, cutting through the silence of their wordless traveling with concern for her well being. He himself felt sick still, but she had actually thrown up. He couldn’t tell you how long ago that was…
“No,” Ash said honestly, feeling her stomach sloshing about. “But it is just summoning sickness, so I will be fine.” She explained, still holding his hand.
Desman felt himself flush a bit as he thought about how if anyone saw them they might assume the two are a couple. He tried to focus on something else, which was hard considering there hasn’t been much at all in the time they’ve been walking to focus on. In the end, he goes back to staring at her, concerned about her well being.
Eventually, even The Storm Demon could feel his puppy-dog face on her back. She looked back at him. “Yes?”
Deman felt the warmth spread through his face as he was caught. He tried to stutter acceptable out of his mouth but found it impossible to say anything else.
The ever observant creature that she is, Ash decided he needed something to occupy himself with. She was at a loss for what that would be, though, and tried to think of something quickly. She couldn’t form a picture of what to do in her mind no matter how hard she thought about it, and then it came to her. Ash smiled wickedly to herself before picking up the Commlink in her hand and stopping abruptly.
Abruptly enough for the attractive humanoid in her hand to collide gently with her. She let go of his hand in that instant to wrap her arm around him and lifted the commlink to the level of obvious selfie-taking height. “Say cheese!” She suggested with a grin and then attempted to capture him on film with that confused look on his face.
Sadly she was too short to get him in the shot.
“Give that here…” Desman couldn’t help but smile at her attempt to surprise him, grabbing the commlink gently from her now lowered hand. “Say cheese!” the male said, mimicking the demon and pulling them in closer as he wrapped his own hand around her. “There, much better photo.”
Ash grinned harder at his picture, grabbing his hand other than the communication device, and moves it to see it better. She scoffed at it, but it was much better than her’s. She pushed his hand up again. “Another one, please?” She asked, and he couldn’t help but do as she asked. He got close and lifted the device up. Just as he was hitting the button though, she turned her head and planted a kiss on his cheek. Leaving a very couple-esk picture on her screen.
Desman’s cheeks turned a bright red at the photo. “C-come on. That’s n-not fair.” Once Desman realized he was stuttering he face grew even hotter. “How come it’s always you kissing me.” In all honesty, he really didn’t mind, but he thought he needs an explanation to his first statement.
“Because I take initiative.” She teased. “You are the only one stopping yourself from kissing me first.” She told him, smirking with a hint of cockiness. “I’ve never told you that you couldn’t kiss me first.”
“W-well then…” He started, before remembering that he didn’t have a retort and just suddenly kissed her. Well, it was more like a punch to the face with his lips, the force surprising both of them as they fell to the ground, him tripping over her feet. “I’msorry, Ididn’tmeanto, yournothurtareyou…” Desman’s voice rumbled in a string of mindless and unrecognizable apologies, luckily she knew a way to shut him up. The kiss took him by surprise at first, but it didn’t take long for him to be fully invested in it.
The duo was interrupted by a flash of light, soon followed by a voice. “Well well, don’t we have the most sickening couple here. Out on your honeymoon are we?” When they looked to see what it was, they saw a woman, she looked vaguely familiar, the black headdress covering her eyes and her long scaly tail ending in a spiked oval shape. “You two are adorable, really..” She shifted so that her collection of skulls clattered together dryly.
Desman winced at it, scraps of memories from their death.
Ash took the lead on this one, stepping away from him to face her. The two appeared blind in their own way, but the woman with the blindfold looking headdress was anything but blind. “Oh, please, sweetheart. Don’t test me. If you leave now I will let you live.” The woman threatened, boredly.
Desman was all for doing such a thing, even taking Ash by the crook of the arm and trying to pull her along. “Right. Let’s go Ash..” He said sheepishly.
They were interrupted however by the dry wood staff hitting the sandy earth under the woman. “Wait... You’re auras... Why are they so familiar?” This made the human tense up, and no doubt alarming the woman, while Ash remained a wall of boldness that was unconcerned about the dangers of life. “Your defiant nature… It feels... “
There was a chirping noise as electricity pulsed to life into her hand, Ash was ready for the fight and didn’t waste any time. Her horns began to glow, so did her eyes. The electricity swirled like an angry storm around her, her hair lifting into the air. The transformation ended with her grin sliding into place.
The earth shuddered the woman moved her dinosaur-like feet to face the demoness. “Ah, how fortunate that I get to fight Neujmin’s little pet… We were looking for you. Damien wants to recruit you, why don’t you stand down and think logically here.”
“Bite. Me.” Ash said.
The mood dropped like a rock. All politeness washed away with the wind. “Very well, you can answer us again in a week.” The woman's staff hits the ground and three tendrils of san shoot forth at them both.
Ash dodged them, twisting so that one appeared to spear her shoulder but just missed her, another was dodged by spinning on her toes as her leg came up. Desman watched her combine ballet and electricity to avoid the attacks with admiration. Then she leaped into the air and landed on her hands on one of the spikes of sand which disintegrate under her touch, a moment too late as she was already flipping over and thrusting her boot into the woman’s blinded face. The momentum dropped her backward and left Ash standing on her face. Or what appeared…
Sand had moved to block her attack and now pushed Ash away with a sense of desperation. The sex demoness flung herself into danger to attack again, this time almost vanishing with how fast she moved. Energy collecting in her feet make her appear to leap through walls but she was just able to stay one step ahead of the slower caster’s sand.
It was a matter of who landed a hit on who. Eventually, Desman understood that there was no way to avoid trouble with his girlfriend being who she was, and chased in after her. While one distracted, the other attempted an attack. The pair working just as good without their fusion.
A heaping mess of charred flesh and broken spires lay at Ash’s back. The staff had been easy to break upon capturing, but they had had one hell of a time procuring it. Desman touched his ribs, big bruises left in the wake of the attacks he’d endured to give Ash a better chance. The demoness herself walked with a scowl and a small limp. She’s decided she hated the desert...
“Ash?” Desman said after a thought came to him, her mood had lowered some during the fight.
“Yes?” If she felt anger it was impossible to hear.
“Who’s Damien?” The human asked, turning to face Ash. She just shrugged at him and began to move a bit quicker. Desman, however, thought he’d heard the name before now. He swore it was important...
As the light faded from Desman’s vision, being slowly replaced by the darkness of his eyelids, he could finally feel the pounding in his head, what caused it he couldn’t remember, but at least the ground was soft, ish. The next thing that came to his senses was the taste of salt.
Desman rolled over, his cough shook him to the core and echoed through the emptiness. He pushed himself up off the ground, choking on the salt and minerals he had managed to suck up into his mouth while he was sleeping. “One of the disadvantages of having a mouth…” He muttered to himself.
Looking around the white and glistening landscape, a dark blue shadow stood out in the distance. All at once something slammed back into his pained head: “Ash!” Quickly Desman smacked his hands and feet upon the sands in a hurry, fist his knee fell to the ground and right out from under him, then the sands slipped through his fingers as he tried to gather traction once more; It effectively made him look like some kind of cartoon character.
The Salt Flats
After gaining his footing, Desman managed to run across the unstable landscape to his pornstar princess. He kneeled down next to her and grabbed her shoulders, softly shaking her and calling her name in a way someone would wake up a sick child. “Ash..”
Ash’s mind was as foggy and dark as the world around her, but she was awakened by his voice. If only barely. She rolled over in his arms, towards him where she tucked herself against his body before having her own coughing fit which shook her body violently.
Desman held Ash as close as physically possible, his mind racing with all his thoughts; Thoughts about how they got here, thoughts about the sand in his mouth and covering the clothes of both people, but most importantly whether Ash was alright or not.
He’d feel her arm wrap around his back and grip the cloth on his back, squeezing him to her as her coughing fit subsided. Then he’d feel her clinging tighter. She didn’t remember anything immediately, but instinct told her she was safe in his arms. His scent reminded her of someone... She hardly knew, but she would not let him go until she was okay.
Slowly her body started working as well, her tail slid across the salts lazily, her legs trailing behind it while she let him set her up on her knees, supported still by him. Since she was so light, he wouldn’t be strained at all. Eventually, her mind began to turn and her memory gently came back to her in waves. It took some time, but Ash finally looked up at him with a neutral face and knew who he was.
Something compelled her to readjust her weight to her knees, let go of his shirt, lift herself higher in his arms, as she cupped his jaw with her hands. The Storm demon gently pulled him down into a kiss, which started as something simple but quickly grew to something passionate as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of her.
Desman’s body naturally followed hers as he realized what she wanted; he even completely forgot he was out in the open. All that mattered to him was that he was with Ash, and he was making her feel better, however that may be.
Ash moaned deeply into the kiss as his hands run across her mostly exposed back. His hands sent shivers along her spine and made her stomach flip. She pushed down on her hips to grind across his crotch, which sends familiar pleasure through her.
Shortly after that, however, she felt her chest tense up and her stomach flinch. It's admittedly been a long time since she felt the tell-tale signs of a sick stomach. Where it had simply been nausea and discomfort the first time she died, it was now full of sickness. As much as she wanted to stay in his arms, her stomach lurching was impossible to ignore. Lightning fast The Storm Demon shoved him off of her and rolled over, untangling from his body entirely. Just in time as well, the moment she was turned over she tasted acid.
The slick sound of vomit hitting the ground could be recognized only by the subtle sounds of gagging and coughing. Hacking up chunks of whatever wasn’t pleasant at all, and Ash was thankful it's been so long since the impulse has graced her. If it were anyone else she’d consider the possibility of it being morning sickness, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Mostly because her wits were about her now.
As she emptied her stomach of contents she doesn’t remember putting in it, she realized she had died. They had died. It was that last night and even though she wasn’t a hundred percent aware in this new fusion like the last one, she could piece together some events. Perhaps that was why she momentarily forgot who Desman was entire. She imagined it was like waking up a sleepwalker who’s made it into a dangerous place.
When she was done, she backed away from it and into Desman’s lap where she found comfort that she hasn’t felt in a long time. Using the back of her arm to wipe her mouth she went limp against him with a groan. “There goes that idea.” She addressed, her mood could probably be recovered but not so soon after that. “I guess that means we better get going.”
“Sure…” He replied. getting his hands in position to help both of them up. “Just don’t push yourself, okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Ash said, returning to her independent attitude, but this time with a little less attitude. She stood with his help and let him lead her past the pile before she summoned her commlink and began opening up the app. He’d see the familiar visor appear on her face, a light blue screen across her eyes. What she saw was impossible for him to guess. But she was bringing up the Vita Compass app and locking in on her target. It took a fraction of a minute to load. “There he is.”
“Huh?” If it wasn’t lowkey pounding of his head, Desman probably could’ve been able to figure out what she was referring to, of course at the moment that was not the case. “Where who is?”
“Neujmin,” Ash replied simply like that was all the explanation he needed. “That way.” She added, pointing in the direction she intended to go, taking his hand to lead him better with.
“And why are we going back there for?” Desman questioned, perhaps coming off a bit more obnoxious than he intended.
The Morality Mirrored Humanoid lead the way, already decided on her task. “What do you mean why?” Ash asked, looking back at him, letting the visor fade away so she could make eye contact with him. “Master will want his property back where it belongs.”
“‘Master’? ‘Property’?” Desman questioned, unable to understand what had gotten into her. “Have you been stuck in that cage so long you’ve developed Stockholm syndrome.”
Ash’s smile cracked her face open before she laughed. “Please... You think I would honestly develop some kind of attachment to him when I have you to keep me sane?” She asked, then looked back towards the horizon. “No. You are more than welcome to suggest a better idea if you have one.”
“I mean the plan of not going back sounds better.” The human of the two responded. “Probably find our own way out of here…”
Ash smirked, but the sour feeling in her stomach made it hard to enjoy the moment. She fully understood why he might think she was crazy at this point, especially with comments like that. “Trust me, Desman. This will benefit us more in the end.” She was forced to keep him in the dark, the things she knew wasn’t something you explained easily. He was patient and would happily wait she was sure of it. Still, she lacked the words to accurately explain. “Think about it.” She tried. “What sounds better? Someone had to hunt us down, or that we returned on our own? Loyalty is probably not something you see very often down here.”
“I guess you have a point…” Desman looked at the direction they would have to go to get back to their imprisonment. “But who said they would be able to catch us in the first place?”
“I don’t even know if he will send people out to look for us in the first place. He seemed pretty okay with washing his hands of us if we died during the fight with that troll thing.” She explained casually. “Yet, just before the fight, he seemed pretty desperate to remind us how good we had it. Why do you think that is?”
“Because he’s scared of losing us.” Desman seemed so sure of himself. “Trust me, I know those types of guys.”
Ash smiled. “Exactly.”
“What? And you think that because we go back to him he is going to be so grateful that when we do find a way out he will happily let us skip out of there?” Desman asked before giving the answer. “No, he won’t. He will keep us for as long as possible.”
Ash let out a laugh, one that threatened to call Desman stupid for not seeing the obvious. “Of course not. He already told me that the only way we were getting away is if we pay for our freedom.” She added, but if she thought that would convince him on its own, she’d be mistaken. Good thing this was Ash. “He won’t be grateful, he will be impressed. He just lost his star player, he’s going to want us back and who knows what he’s willing to do to get us back.” She lifted her finger, on the other hand, the one that wasn’t holding his. “I would even bet that he’s never had anyone as good as us, he’s probably freaking out that his only chance at success is now scattered to the wind.”
Desman just looked back at her, the ‘who knows what he’s willing to do’ comment playing over and over in his head, it creating an image of Ash he wouldn’t want coming true. “Let’s go…” He responded, his head sinking low in defeat.
Ash lead the way towards their master, not really caring that Desman didn’t agree or like the idea, but that he was going with it. It was very business-like in terms of why this was what they were doing. Like an honor system, or a tab at the bar. You expected it to be done because it was the proper thing. “Don’t look so down, Desman. If it makes it better, we don’t have to go straight back to it. We can enjoy a little freedom. What do you want to do?”
“I dunno…” Desman just turned his head and stared off into the horizon. “I mean, as long as I’m with you…”
He might not understand the value of her next action due to the lack of knowing her more personally. Either way, Ash took his hand gently and smiled his way. “I won’t let us get separated again, Desman.” She assured him, gently.
-
“Are you feeling better?” Desman said, cutting through the silence of their wordless traveling with concern for her well being. He himself felt sick still, but she had actually thrown up. He couldn’t tell you how long ago that was…
“No,” Ash said honestly, feeling her stomach sloshing about. “But it is just summoning sickness, so I will be fine.” She explained, still holding his hand.
Desman felt himself flush a bit as he thought about how if anyone saw them they might assume the two are a couple. He tried to focus on something else, which was hard considering there hasn’t been much at all in the time they’ve been walking to focus on. In the end, he goes back to staring at her, concerned about her well being.
Eventually, even The Storm Demon could feel his puppy-dog face on her back. She looked back at him. “Yes?”
Deman felt the warmth spread through his face as he was caught. He tried to stutter acceptable out of his mouth but found it impossible to say anything else.
The ever observant creature that she is, Ash decided he needed something to occupy himself with. She was at a loss for what that would be, though, and tried to think of something quickly. She couldn’t form a picture of what to do in her mind no matter how hard she thought about it, and then it came to her. Ash smiled wickedly to herself before picking up the Commlink in her hand and stopping abruptly.
Abruptly enough for the attractive humanoid in her hand to collide gently with her. She let go of his hand in that instant to wrap her arm around him and lifted the commlink to the level of obvious selfie-taking height. “Say cheese!” She suggested with a grin and then attempted to capture him on film with that confused look on his face.
Sadly she was too short to get him in the shot.
“Give that here…” Desman couldn’t help but smile at her attempt to surprise him, grabbing the commlink gently from her now lowered hand. “Say cheese!” the male said, mimicking the demon and pulling them in closer as he wrapped his own hand around her. “There, much better photo.”
Ash grinned harder at his picture, grabbing his hand other than the communication device, and moves it to see it better. She scoffed at it, but it was much better than her’s. She pushed his hand up again. “Another one, please?” She asked, and he couldn’t help but do as she asked. He got close and lifted the device up. Just as he was hitting the button though, she turned her head and planted a kiss on his cheek. Leaving a very couple-esk picture on her screen.
Desman’s cheeks turned a bright red at the photo. “C-come on. That’s n-not fair.” Once Desman realized he was stuttering he face grew even hotter. “How come it’s always you kissing me.” In all honesty, he really didn’t mind, but he thought he needs an explanation to his first statement.
“Because I take initiative.” She teased. “You are the only one stopping yourself from kissing me first.” She told him, smirking with a hint of cockiness. “I’ve never told you that you couldn’t kiss me first.”
“W-well then…” He started, before remembering that he didn’t have a retort and just suddenly kissed her. Well, it was more like a punch to the face with his lips, the force surprising both of them as they fell to the ground, him tripping over her feet. “I’msorry, Ididn’tmeanto, yournothurtareyou…” Desman’s voice rumbled in a string of mindless and unrecognizable apologies, luckily she knew a way to shut him up. The kiss took him by surprise at first, but it didn’t take long for him to be fully invested in it.
The duo was interrupted by a flash of light, soon followed by a voice. “Well well, don’t we have the most sickening couple here. Out on your honeymoon are we?” When they looked to see what it was, they saw a woman, she looked vaguely familiar, the black headdress covering her eyes and her long scaly tail ending in a spiked oval shape. “You two are adorable, really..” She shifted so that her collection of skulls clattered together dryly.
Desman winced at it, scraps of memories from their death.
Ash took the lead on this one, stepping away from him to face her. The two appeared blind in their own way, but the woman with the blindfold looking headdress was anything but blind. “Oh, please, sweetheart. Don’t test me. If you leave now I will let you live.” The woman threatened, boredly.
Desman was all for doing such a thing, even taking Ash by the crook of the arm and trying to pull her along. “Right. Let’s go Ash..” He said sheepishly.
They were interrupted however by the dry wood staff hitting the sandy earth under the woman. “Wait... You’re auras... Why are they so familiar?” This made the human tense up, and no doubt alarming the woman, while Ash remained a wall of boldness that was unconcerned about the dangers of life. “Your defiant nature… It feels... “
There was a chirping noise as electricity pulsed to life into her hand, Ash was ready for the fight and didn’t waste any time. Her horns began to glow, so did her eyes. The electricity swirled like an angry storm around her, her hair lifting into the air. The transformation ended with her grin sliding into place.
The earth shuddered the woman moved her dinosaur-like feet to face the demoness. “Ah, how fortunate that I get to fight Neujmin’s little pet… We were looking for you. Damien wants to recruit you, why don’t you stand down and think logically here.”
“Bite. Me.” Ash said.
The mood dropped like a rock. All politeness washed away with the wind. “Very well, you can answer us again in a week.” The woman's staff hits the ground and three tendrils of san shoot forth at them both.
Ash dodged them, twisting so that one appeared to spear her shoulder but just missed her, another was dodged by spinning on her toes as her leg came up. Desman watched her combine ballet and electricity to avoid the attacks with admiration. Then she leaped into the air and landed on her hands on one of the spikes of sand which disintegrate under her touch, a moment too late as she was already flipping over and thrusting her boot into the woman’s blinded face. The momentum dropped her backward and left Ash standing on her face. Or what appeared…
Sand had moved to block her attack and now pushed Ash away with a sense of desperation. The sex demoness flung herself into danger to attack again, this time almost vanishing with how fast she moved. Energy collecting in her feet make her appear to leap through walls but she was just able to stay one step ahead of the slower caster’s sand.
It was a matter of who landed a hit on who. Eventually, Desman understood that there was no way to avoid trouble with his girlfriend being who she was, and chased in after her. While one distracted, the other attempted an attack. The pair working just as good without their fusion.
A heaping mess of charred flesh and broken spires lay at Ash’s back. The staff had been easy to break upon capturing, but they had had one hell of a time procuring it. Desman touched his ribs, big bruises left in the wake of the attacks he’d endured to give Ash a better chance. The demoness herself walked with a scowl and a small limp. She’s decided she hated the desert...
“Ash?” Desman said after a thought came to him, her mood had lowered some during the fight.
“Yes?” If she felt anger it was impossible to hear.
“Who’s Damien?” The human asked, turning to face Ash. She just shrugged at him and began to move a bit quicker. Desman, however, thought he’d heard the name before now. He swore it was important...
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
Erik Vrell : Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape
Erik Vrell : As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals