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. ==================== "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.