Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Ash]

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.