This story is a gift for my friend Argoth, starring his
characters Ashe and Zeke. As such, Ashe and Zeke belong to Argoth
(argoth.tumblr.com), and are used with permission.

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	"Hey toots! Get your fine ass over here!" Ashe paused, the heavy
bars of iron in her arms slowly lowering as she looked around the
room. "Yeah, that's right, you beautiful four-armed amazon!
C'mere!"
	She set the bars down slowly, her arms sore and aching from the
day's workout. She was drenched in sweat, her body glistening in
the torchlight as she made her way over to the entrance. Her
8-foot form was quite large, even by demonic standards, and she
paused for just a moment to admire herself in the long mirror
near the entrance. Her tail flicked appreciatively, a sigh of
contentment escaping her lips. "Hurry it up, you sexy broad!"
	"What do you want, Zeke?" She sighed (for wholly different
reasons), planting two of her four muscular hands on her hips.
"What could you possibly need while I'm doing my exercises?"
	He grinned up at her, scampering up into her arms; she held him
as he nuzzled into her breasts, his grey form taking his sweet
time. "I wanted to see..." He said, looking up at last. "If you
would be interested in joining me for some fun." He grinned, his
hips working against her stomach. "I know how much you get going
after a workout like this, and babe, I gotta say - your
pheromones are positively gushing from your body."
	He was right, she was loath to admit; her body tingled in all
the right ways, and even as he grinned up at her with that
"I-told-you-so" smirk on his face, she could feel her deepest
part trembling with need. "You little imp."
	"'Little?' Well now I'm offended." He slid up to face her, eye
to eye, and with deliberate slowness, he kissed her softly. "How
are you going to make it up to me, you sweaty devil you?" He
pressed his lips to hers again, longer, this time.
	She held him close, his lower body sandwiched between her
breasts as they made out. Her tail flitted back and forth as her
tender slit grew moist; she was really overwhelmed, and she
leaned back against the wall as Zeke continued his irresistible
oral assault. "Zeke..." She moaned at last, her face red with
embarrassment. "Please... can we... Can we go somewhere private?"
	"Sure." He grinned, his hands pulling her head back to him. "But
you have to carry me there... And you're not allowed to stop
kissing me." He winked. "That's a fair compromise, don't you
think?"
	She pouted, but her body complied with his request, and she
shifted him into a better position as she held him. His lips met
hers once again, and she blushed as she gingerly stepped from the
exercise room of the castle. Her lips remained locked with his,
as promised, and with a measured slowness (so as not to trip nor
bump others), she began to walk, her heavy steps padding along
the flagstones of the castle.
	The castle itself was gargantuan, housing a number of great
beasts and commanders of the Netherworld's armies; Lucy had made
sure to claim the entire Northeastern quadrant as her "domain,"
securing usage rights for herself, Siegfried, Ashe, Zeke, and all
the others. It kept their hallways free of the hustle and bustle
the other sections of the great castle was subject to, but every
now and then a courier or errand-imp found themselves lost in
Lucy's lair... and they more often than not learned why that was
quite the bad idea.
	Ashe usually kept to herself, enjoying the company of few; her
biology was unique, even amongst demons, and her four arms drew
much attention from those she was not actively using them
against. As such, she was usually quick in the hallways, but this
forced make-out session whilst walking was severely taxing her
mental abilities. The soft, tender warmth of Zeke in her arms and
between her breasts, his lips against hers, his impish tongue
tracing across her own... The great blue demon was blushing a
furious red as she walked, her pace measured in a hurried
fashion. She was eager to get to her room and be done with it;
she could already feel herself throbbing to life between her
legs, her thighs slick with more than just sweat.
	She rounded a bend and nearly took out Spar (the Gorefeast), the
smaller demoness moving out of the way. Her three eyes spun
wildly a moment as she caught her balance, then traced over Ashe
and Zeke... before blushing fiercely. Zeke spotted her, grinning
into Ashe's mouth, and before she could resist, wrapped his hands
around Ashe's head, pulling her into an even deeper kiss as both
Spar and Ashe blushed even more furiously. Spar scampered off
noiselessly around a corner, her tail disappearing as Ashe sunk
to her knees, her body trembling in arousal, her heart pounding
in her chest.
	Zeke never stopped kissing her, though, and she bitterly rose to
her feet, her own arousal betraying her in the form of a
throbbing, swollen cock. She made her way at last to her
chambers, entering behind the great iron door that she had
requested. It slid shut as she entered with a heavy clang, the
lock latching into place as she sunk once more to her knees, Zeke
at last breaking the lock he had placed upon her lips.
	"Hee hee hee!" He grinned, scampering around Ashe as she panted,
hands and knees planted on the floor. Her cock throbbed with each
heartbeat, pearlescent drops of lubrication dripping from her tip
as her breasts swayed on her chest. "I had a hunch that would
turn it up to eleven, and I was right!" Zeke's grin was
infuriating, but even she could see the massive erection he was
sporting in his own hip-shawl.
	"Now then..." He patted her bed, grinning. "Come lay down, face
up... and spread your legs." He grinned, climbing into bed
himself. "Now."
	She rose slowly, making her way to the bed as he grinned. He
knew she had a thing for being bossed around, and when he did it,
it made her especially wet; as she laid back, he spread her legs
slowly, confirming his suspicions beyond a shadow of a doubt.
"Well, toots? Care to explain why you're so wet?"
	Ashe covered her face with two of her hands, the other two
grabbing the covers. "Sh-Shut up."
	Zeke slid between her legs, the imp giggling as he spread her
plush lips apart slowly. "How naughty... you're all sweaty and
slick down here." He let his tongue slide out, pressing into
Ashe. "How lewd, Captain."
	She trembled on the bed, her second pair of hands having moved
from the sheets to her breasts. "Dammit Zeke... that's not my
rank..."
	"Well excuse me." He slid his tongue deeper, her gasp signifying
her pleasure at his motions. He twisted his tongue back and forth
in her pussy, slowly working her gently as one of his hands slid
up to her rock-hard shaft. He stroked her slowly, his hand lubed
up; it felt so familiar and rugged, and her continued to tease
her deepest sex as he stroked her off.
	At long last he pulled away, looking the trembling demon over;
her face was flush, eyes heavily lidded with arousal. She was
absently teasing her nipples, her fingers twisting and tugging
them as her forward pair of hands continued to shield her lower
face, keeping her absolutely lewd expression hidden... sorta. Her
cock stood at rigid attention, drooling pre-cum from its swollen
tip. And of course, her trembling pussy, pulsing with her heart.
	He adjusted his loincloth, his own shaft sliding free; he
pressed himself to her, wordlessly, a small smirk as she squeaked
in surprise and pleasure. He locked eyes with her, his tip
rubbing against her soft lips; she looked back, her face red as
could be... and nodded, slowly.
	That was all the approval he needed; he drove his hips forward,
plowing his cock into her body, and she tensed, her gasp short
and sweet. He slid himself back, letting his tip rub across her G
spot; she moaned in pleasure, her hips rocking to angle him more
appropriately on his next thrust. He bucked hips hips again, and
she convulsed as he nailed her perfectly, her body breaking out
once more in a sweat as she gasped and moaned with each new
thrust. He began to build a rhythm, rocking his hips in time with
hers; she bit her lip, her tail and feet stabilizing her hips so
Zeke could really let her have it.
	Zeke grunted as he began to go all-out; her hammered her pussy
hard, his shaft stretching her out as he bulged a little bit. Her
pheromone-laden scent flooded his nostrils, his mind overloaded
with sex and perversion. He gripped her hips tightly, his body
pounding away at hers; she was crying out with every thrust, her
hands doing everything she could to hang on.
	He came and came hard, his hot, sticky load filling her body up
with his impish semen. She groaned as he filled her, her tight
walls clenching around him; they seemed to ripple, milking his
shaft of all the load he could spare, his body sagging as he
spent himself. Together, they collapsed to the bed, and Zeke slid
free, panting and moaning as Ashe slowly shifted.
	She pulled him into her arms, kissing him deeply; he responded
to her ministrations, his lips parting so her tongue could slide
across his, her body rolling over top of him as their tongues
waltzed to an unheard melody. The fingers of her forward arms
interlaced with his, holding his hands in hers... while the hands
of her lower arms slowly slid his loincloth away, baring all he
had for her. "Ashe..." He moaned, looking up to her weakly. "What
are you..."
	"Shh..." She kissed his lips softly, her black-sclera eyes
searching his. "I promise, I'll be gentle... love."
	Comprehension dawned on him, and he felt her second pair of
hands clasp about his hips, holding him steady as she shifted
herself on the bed. He squirmed a little, making himself more
comfortable... before looking up to her, blushing. "Gentle,
toots..."
	She smiled softly, kissing his neck as her tip pressed against
his ass. "Of course." She slid forward slowly, his asshole slowly
permitting her thick, veiny penis within his body.
	He gasped at her touch, his body trembling as she slid into him;
her rugged shaft was quite ribbed and strong, and he could feel
each ridge she pushed into him with exquisite detail.
Unsurprisingly, as she rubbed his prostate, his cock rose to full
erection, throbbing as he blushed and looked away sullenly. She
giggled, slowly beginning to pump herself into his body.
	He gasped as she rubbed along his prostate, his body trembling
in her grip; her hands squeezed his reassuringly, and he clung to
her, letting all his worries out through his hands as he tried to
relax and keep himself free enough for her to move around. She
pumped slowly and deliberately, each thrust milking pre from the
tip of his shaft to drool and puddle on his stomach. She slowly
began to build speed, her rugged shaft pumping into him faster
and faster. She was quite lubed from her own secretions, and her
slippery, throbbing erection dug into his body, deep.
	He moaned up at her, his face flush with arousal; Ashe blushed,
kissing him deeply as she continued to pound his body, their lips
locked once more as she drilled away at him. It was too much for
his body to bear, and with a spurt, he came, splattering her abs
with his hot, sticky seed.
	She herself came at last, pumping her cum into Zeke's body; his
stomach swelled softly, her seed filling him up like a little
water balloon. He moaned weakly as she slid free, some of her
semen leaking from his body, but it didn't matter - she pulled
him into her embrace immediately, holding him close, as he weakly
did the same.
	A wave of her hand dimmed the weakly magic-infused torches
lining her room; in moments, the only real light source was one
of the blood-red moons hanging quietly in the night sky of the
Netherworld. The two lay together in its soft crimson glow,
cradled in each other's arms... sleeping soundly, safely,
peacefully together.