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Mordredus Connection: Hellhound

“Haaah... haaaaah... haaaaah... haaaaah...”

There was blood here.

There was a lot of blood here.

She remembered the first time she smelled blood, the first time she tasted blood. It was high in the mountaintops of her home kingdom, where the temperatures are frigid, and the blizzards were deadly. She went hunting with her father as she always did, and he taught her his skills as a warrior. He taught her how to wield a sword. He taught her how to handle a bow. He taught her how to defend herself with a shield. And yes, he taught her the taste of blood.

The smell of blood, the taste of blood, the thirst for blood... it served her kingdom well.

On the icy fields of this snow-swept land, blood streaked across the earth like crimson paint on a white surface. Armored bodies laid here and there, littering the ground like abandoned tin cans. Her lonely visage stood among them; a living figure out of place among the sea of dead surrounding her.

A young woman. She stood tall and slender, with a sleek, perky, peppy body. Pale-white fur cradled her body from head to toe, adorning a figure that was sprightly yet deadly. Like a lithe dancer born on a battlefield. The armor she wore was just as light, being nothing more than a pauldron on her shoulder, gauntlets on her hand, and an armored corset around her stomach. Beneath that was nothing more than black sweater, akin to what one would wear on a calm day in winter.

She was clearly a warrior. Her figure may not have been the strongest, and her clothing may not have been the most protective, but the blood on her sword and armor made it clear that she took her fair share of lives in this battle. But even then, she carried herself with a sense of duty and stoicism, one befitting the station of a knight, or in this case, a corporal.

But her face...

Again her face threw it all into disarray. She did not look like a gallant knight, or a chiseled corporal, but instead appeared almost doll-like. Her nose was small and pointed, her cheeks a bit round, chin angular, and red eyes that were flat. Yeah, that's the best way to describe her gaze; flat, indifferent, almost bored, if not outright incredulous to those around her. From her head spilled jet-black hair which flowed into straight twintails like streamers to rest on her shoulders, with devil horn like bangs jutting from the top. It was all so neatly cut and groomed, again less like a soldier, and more like a doll.

But she was a knight nonetheless. A proud, strong, deadly knight. A knight who produced an uncanny air of heat around her. A knight whose black hair would occasionally shimmer with a red-orange glow, like embers over a campfire.

Her hand rested upon the pommel of her blade, while her emotionless red eyes scanned the battlefield. Soon they'd return to their camp, and she'd return to her group. This battle was over; it was time to pack things up.

But...

Crunch... crunch... crunch...

“Is something wrong?”

“Ashai, a messenger has come for you. It is... important.”

…

5 o'clock PM. Always on time, never fail. Never. Fail.

He trekked down the sidewalk; just another body among dozens of other bodies in a hodgepodge of people walking beside people. A young man – possibly 21 – adorned in a simple white button up shirt and slacks. With a satchel slung over his shoulder and a cool look in his eye, he looked like some young, tired businessman away from work on break.

His hair was brown and neatly cut, coming down to his chin in a rather blunt bowl cut. But don't call it a bowl cut! Because it's totally not a bowl cut!

Ahem!

He had a face that was angular, with a pointed nose, a pointed chin, smooth cheeks... and sharp brown eyes. Compared to others around him however, he was a rather tall and even fit young man. Not incredibly athletic, but certainly fit enough to keep up pace with others.

Down the sidewalk he traveled, a satchel slung over his shoulder as he idly scratched at the back of his head. In his other hand was a phone, one he used to check his schedule. At five o'clock on every weekday, he had to meet up with the others of his club. Always on time, never fail.

Never. Fail.

Stopping and looking over, he finally arrived at his destination; a little comic bookstore nuzzled into the side of a larger building overall. 'O'Henry's' was its name, though he had no idea who 'O'Henry' even was, and if that person ever existed. Didn't matter; it's not like he was here to buy or even read any comics to begin with! He stepped down towards the entrance, pressed his hand to the door, pushed it open, and--

Ring-A-Ding!

“Alright you guys, I'm here!” he announced, his voice a bit deep, if not outright indifferent, “Let's hurry this up so that we can all go home. I'm already sick and tired of this place, and I know you guys are too.”

His appearance and words were met with a variety of faces. There were only three others in the paltry cafe. Starting from the left would be easiest, and it would also be hard to ignore him. A big man. A big, big man. Fair skin, chestnut hair, soft features, and a dopey look on his face. Not dopey stupid mind you, but more of a gentle dopiness to him. And he had to be gentle. When someone stands over seven feet tall like him, one needs to practice caution with those around!

He was in stark contrast to the young man behind him, and perhaps the youngest person in the room! A boy – only nineteen in fact – with the softest face and features of everyone around. Almost cherubic, one would say. He had long blond hair that was tied into a braid which fell along his back, and the cutest pair of green eyes you've ever seen.

Besides, the blond was the oddest one out of this group... because she wasn't human. She was a beastkin, specifically a mouse. She had long black hair with blunt bangs at the front, which fell long upon her back, gray fur which was almost white, rounded ears, blue eyes behind glasses, a long pink tail, and all placed upon a rubenesque figure. She also appeared to be the oldest person in the store right now, being instead in her 30s as opposed to her twenties. Ah, but don't bring it up!

They were all sitting in the corner of the bookstore near a table, surrounded by comics and novels. Both the giant and the blond looked at him with smiles, though the bespectacled mouse appeared indifferent and even a little frustrated with his tardiness. Speaking of...

“Finally, you show up, Gabriel,” the mouse groaned whilst leaning back on her chair, “What took you so long?”

“I was taking care of a few things in my last class, Janet,” he replied as he marched up to the table they sat at, “Sorry I couldn't have been a minute earlier.”

“Hey, let's not argue now,” said the blond, mediating between the two, “What's important is that we're all here now, together. So... before summer break, let us initiate the last meeting of the Comics Club.”

“Don't sound too enthusiastic, Maxwell,” said the giant beside him, “We won't be seeing each other for the next several months, so let's not be too hasty!”

“Hhh... you're right, Stephen...” muttered the blond back, before shifting his gaze as the brunet – Gabriel – sat down, “We've been seeing each other almost every day since the school year started. I don't want our last time seeing each other to be so quick!”

“Guh! You guys are so melodramatic,” Gabriel groaned, “It's just summer. We'll see each other next semester when we have to start crunching away at these classrooms. Besides,” he shrugged his shoulders, “It's not like we did much in our club besides shoot the shit anyway. So, for our last time here, what are we going to talk about in this 'club'? And uh... wait a sec...” he looked around, “Where the hell is Conrad at?”

WHAM!

RING-A-DING!!!

“I'M HERE! I'M HERE!” a loud voice came from the door, “Sorry for being late you guys! But I'm here now!”

“Tch... always making a scene,” groaned Janet.

They all looked at the door, watching as another man stumbled in. He had black hair that was a bit spiky, flesh that was tan, and clothes that made him look rich, but only made him look rich. He was just as middle class as the rest of them.

Looking exasperated, he looked at the faces of his fellow students, two of which were annoyed – that being Gabriel and Janet – and the other two were indifferent – that being Stephen and Maxwell. Seeing them caused the man to straighten up and flick back his hair, replacing his once exasperated looks with a suave smirk.

“Hello, my friends,” he said whilst walking in, “How are you on this fine day?”

“It was going well... then you slammed open the door, Conrad,” bemoaned Gabriel, much to his friends’ amusement.

“Well! I must make an entrance, as you all well know,” replied the man – Conrad – as he sat down, “Apologies. Just... finishing some things up in my last class. But now I am here for Comic's Club! So...” he looked at them all and chuckled, “Tell me, what comic are we 'discussing' today?”

They all looked at him, with now Stephen and Maxwell joining Gabriel and Janet as they all gave him disappointed looks. Conrad didn't seem too bothered, instead laughing at them as if someone had told a joke.

“Fortunately for you, my friends, I have come up with the perfect conversation piece that will alter the very future of our summer breaks! No need to thank me... though I would appreciate it.”

“What the heck are you on about?” Janet asked, her eyebrow raised, “'Alter the very future of our summer breaks'? Who the heck even talks about that! This is a Comic Club, not a Drama Club!”

“I know, I know! But still, some drama would do well in our lives! Though... not too much,” Conrad replied as a sheepish grin adorning his face.

“Well... shit, what the hell is it?” asked Gabriel with a shrug of his shoulders, “I'd at least like to know what it is you're talking about, before I make fun of you for talking about it in the first place.”

“Guh! So cruel of you!” Conrad remarked, “But you all are in luck! Since you're my friends, the least I can do is share the treasure trove I have come across with you all! And it's right... here!... Huh? Oh! I mean it's right... here!... Huh!? Gha!? Where's my phone at!”

“Check your backpack, Conrad!” Janet growled, “Jeeze, you always do this! You're clumsier than my sister!”

“Heh heh! Thanks, Janet,” he said, embarrassment blatant on his face as he searched through his things.

Pulling out his phone, he rested it on the table before his friends, bringing their attention to the weird app he had loaded on his screen. It was black, but in the middle was a purple flower, one that had a dragon coming out of its center as opposed to a stigma. Below it was a button saying 'ENTER', while above the flower was a name.

Mordredus Connection, it said.

Everyone looked at it with their heads tilted, confusion blatant on their faces. Gabriel himself was most curious, outright touching Conrad's phone, though his friend was quick to swipe it back.

“Nuh-uh-uh! You can look, but no touch! This here is my ticket!” he said excitedly.

“Your... ticket?” Gabriel repeated, confused, “What are you talking about?”

“Tell me, my friends, what do we all share in common?” Conrad asked back, to which his friends shrugged their shoulders.

“We're all college students?” asked Maxwell.

“Uh... besides that...”

“We all like comics?” asked Stephen.

“Umm... besides that too...”

“People actually like us?” Janet asked.

“Beside tha-- HEY!”

“Well, what is it we all have in common?” Gabriel asked outright, to which his friend rolled his eyes.

“Ugh... you're all hopeless without me,” Conrad answered before raising his finger and smiling, “We are all single!”

A silence befell the area, with everyone trading glances. Stephen frowned, Maxwell blushed and looked away, while both Gabriel and Janet leered at Conrad with looks that could kill.

“Are you trying to insult us...?” growled the brunet, to which his friend shook his head.

“No, no! Of course not! That's never been my intention, promise!” replied Conrad, “But I'm being honest; we are all single. Most unfortunately. Haaah...” his head dropped, “Even I, despite my charming nature, have been lonely more often than not. Well... NO MORE, I SAY!”

“Stop fucking yelling!” Janet growled.

“Heh heh! Apologies, Janet... ahem!” he tensed up, “Like I said, no more! No more of this lonely nature! I have decided to do something about it!”

“And what is that? Try and change your personality?” Gabriel said, much to his friend's chagrin.

“Haaaaah! Fine! I'll drop the theatrics,” Conrad groaned, “This, my friends, is a dating app. It's called Mordredus Connection, and apparently, it's really good. Like, really good. So good, that you need to have, like, some special code to even join in or something like that. A ticket or something.”

“Uh-huh... so... this 'ticket'... what is it?” Maxwell asked, to which his friend tensed up.

“Uhhhh... I'm not really sure,” Conrad answered, “I know that you can't just find it. It has to be given to you.”

“What do you mean?” Janet asked.

“Uhhh... like... I didn't find this app by myself or anything. Someone at my college gave it to me,” he said, “I had to download this off of her.”

“And this woman just knew you were single? And looking for a date?” the mouse asked, to which Conrad chuckled in a shameful manner.

“I admit... my theatrics may have shared with my fellow students more than they need to know,” he answered, “Buuuuut, this woman was quite the skilled debater. She wrangled me into at least trying this little app out. She even showed me how to give it to others if they wanted it.”

“Uhhhhh... and... who's this girl again?” asked Stephen.

“I uh... she um... huh...” Conrad shook his head, “Actually... I don't know who she was. She was a bat, I do remember that... but I don't remember seeing her around my school or anything like that. Huh...”

“So... let me get this straight. You expect us to trust a dating app given to you from some shady bat woman?” Gabriel asked, his incredulous tone ringing in Conrad's ear.

“Hey! Don't get so mad at me!” replied his friend, “It's just a dating app! It doesn't even require credit card information or anything like that! If you don't like it, then... just delete it from your phones!” he straightened up and placed his hand on his chest, “Look, I will no longer bemoan my lack of a significant other! And if this app can meet me up with the woman of my dreams, then why not give it a try? The risk is low, but the reward is high, no?”

“Weeeeeeelll...”

“I don't know...”

“Hmm... dating apps are a bit fishy...”

“And you got this from some weird woman...”

“Valid though your concerns may be, I will not leave this store until you download the app from me! And if you try to leave...” Conrad leaned in, “I'll grab your legs and scream!”

His friends all looked at one another, trading uncomfortable glances as Conrad's threat filled their ears. They all knew his words weren't in jest! He had no qualms making a fool of himself, if it meant making a fool of them as well! Dammit! Conrad was far too shameless, and that made him too damn dangerous!

“Alright! Fine! Fuck!” Gabriel groaned as he pulled out his phone and placed it upon the floor, “Give me the stupid app or whatever. Anything to shut you up!”

“Gglgggh... I can't believe...” muttered Janet as she too placed down her phone, “Give it to me, Conrad...”

“Uh... well... count me in too,” Maxwell said as he also placed down his phone.

“This still feels shady buuut...” Stephen pulled out his phone and put it down, “Okay... I'll take this app as well.”

“See? Was that too difficult?” Conrad asked, to which his friends all nodded together, “Huh... you're all no fun! What's the point of life without a little adventure every now and then? It's just a dating app. Give it a try, and if you don't like it, well...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Just delete it.”

“Hmmph... you're enjoying this too much...” Gabriel bemoaned, “I can't even believe I'm feeding into your nonsense... haah... but... fine...”

Truth be told, they all agreed with Conrad to a certain degree. It was just a dating app; if they didn't like it, they could easily get rid of it, and move on with their lives. Besides, if they had to go through all of these hoops to just get the app, then that means it was super exclusive, which further meant the odds of a successful match was increased, right?

Honestly, none of that really mattered to Gabriel. Of everyone in the room, he was the least enthused about the app. He just wanted to shut Conrad up. Maybe he'd delete the app once he got home. Maybe he'd delete it once he left the comic book store.

Nonetheless, he held out his phone, watching as his friend fumbled with the app momentarily, before uploading it to his quartet of friends. They all got it at around the same time, watching as this odd little app appeared on their screens. A black square, with a purple rose on its surface, and the letters 'MC' written beneath it.

Mordredus Connection... just what is that? Gabriel's never heard of a dating app named that before. Maybe it was new, and this was just a test sampling of it? He wasn't sure, but something about it made him feel uncomfortable. Conrad said that it didn't require any credit card information, which struck an odd chord in Gabriel. If it didn't, then how did they get paid for their services? Was it a 'you only pay when it works' sort of deal and not a subscription service?

Hmm...

“Now that that has been squared away,” said Conrad as he pulled back his phone, “Tell me, my friends, what comic are we discussing today? For real this time. Hasn't that new shipment of Green Arrow comics come in?”

“Weeelll...”

Beep! Beep!

“Hm?”

In perfect unison, Gabriel, Maxwell, Stephen and Janet all looked down at their phones. Perhaps the universe was toying with poor Conrad, because his friends suddenly jumped up; one after another, after another.

“Sorry, Conrad, but I gotta go,” said Janet, “Something at my school just came up, so I have to go and deal with it!”

“Me too,” said Stephen, “My foreman just asked me to come in for work to cover for someone, so I gotta get home and grab my uniform!”

“Yeah, sorry, Conrad,” Maxwell peeped, “I got a text from my sister. She said it's something important, so I've got to go!”

One by one by one, Janet, Stephen, and Maxwell all scurried from the table, rushing through the door and leaving Conrad behind. He sighed in a defeated manner, then looked up, watching as Gabriel casually walked for the exit.

“Heeeey... Gabriel... what's your excuse?” asked Conrad, causing his friend to look over his shoulder at him.

“No excuse,” he answered, “I can't even be bothered to come up with one...” he flicked his hand, “See ya in three months, Conrad. Look forward to talkin' about comics with you when it's all said and done.”

Conrad pouted as his friend left through the door, leaving him all alone at the table. With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, wondering where he went wrong with his friends. Was his over the top and melodramatic mannerisms really that draining? Was he out of touch? No, it was his friends who were out of touch! There was absolutely nothing wrong with him!

Now then...

Grabbing his phone, Conrad opened up the Modredus Connection app once again. He pressed the 'ENTER' button.

…

Summer break may mean that he is free from college classes, but summer break does not mean he is free from work. And work? Oh, work can be such a cruel mistress...

Click!

Lights beamed in Gabriel's apartment, illuminating the paltry room he called home. There wasn't a separation between his bedroom, his living room, and his kitchen, meaning that as soon as he entered his flat, he could see his disheveled bed in the distance. And, goodness, bed was exactly what he wanted right now.

Grrrrrrgggkll...

Followed by dinner.

Pulling his satchel from his shoulders, he placed it upon his kitchen counter, and pulled out his things. His wallet, his keys; they both joined his satchel, while he walked to his refrigerator, pulling it open to reveal yesterday's chilled takeout. Greeaaaaaat; he really should have bought something on the way home, but his job drained him so much that he slept on the bus ride past the shopping center.

So... frozen takeout it is!

Putting yesterday's orange chicken and rice into his microwave, Gabriel tapped the re-heat button, then moved to fall upon his couch. As his meal thumped in the distance, he pulled his phone up, checking through his messages to see, of course, very little. It's not like he talks to his family often, he had very few internet friends, and the friends he did have – those of the Comic Club – were probably doing the same thing he was doing: laying near face-first into their couch.

He could play some games, but he was too tired for that. He could watch TV, but he was too tired for that too. He could watch videos online, but – you guessed it – he was too tired for that. So he was just going to eat dinner, then go to bed. Maybe tomorrow he'll figure out what to do since he had the day off... though he doubted it.

“Hmm... oh wait... didn't Nakamura upload a new doujinshi? I should check that out,” Gabriel muttered to himself as he pulled out his phone, “Let me se-- huh...?”

There it was; that app. The 'MC' app... Mordredus Connection. Somehow, he had already forgotten all about the conversation he and the rest of his club had. Conrad's run in with a mysterious lady that gifted him a dating app, and how he gave it to them as well. Hmm...

Sitting upright, Gabriel tapped the app, watching it load briefly before coming to its title screen. Just like on Conrad's phone, he had the same black screen, the same purple flower, the same dragon coming out of said flower, and the same name of Mordredus Connection. The 'ENTER' button pulsated, awaiting his action, while he just looked at it.

Was... was he seriously entertaining this? Why didn't he delete this darn app already? It was probably mining crypto on his phone or something like that, knowing Conrad's stupidity! Maybe it was best to just ditch it...

But...

Hey, Gabriel's a curious sort. Even if he didn't believe whatever nonsense his friend was getting him into, he could at least see what this whole 'Mordredus Connection' was all about. Did it show pictures of his prospective dates? Did he need to make an account first? Just how did this dating app work?

Well..

Tap...

He pressed the 'ENTER' key...

The flower dispersed on his screen, and the dragon in its center flew out of view. Shortly after, words appeared on his screen.

Welcome to Mordredus Connection. Here, our talented team of relationship counselors aim to match you with your perfect mate. Mordredus Connection has a 100% approval rating, with the only price being one's immortal soul.

Be forewarned; those who use Mordredus Connection must be prepared to meet with their perfect mate, regardless of their own personal relationships at the time. There are zero refunds when one activates this app. One can also no longer use the app after they have been connected with their perfect mate. They are however free to share this app with others.

If you agree to these terms, then press the 'ENTER' button.

What the hell did he just read? 100% approval rating? Perfect mate? Immortal soul? ZERO REFUNDS!?!?!?

Seriously, zero refunds!? Like, even if he didn't like this service, he couldn't get a refund on it? What the hell!? Then again, this thing was saying that the price to pay was his soul, which is already insanity! Like, seriously, he's heard jokes about how some companies put things like 'I have your soul' in their terms of service, but they usually hide it! This app though? It just outright asked for his soul; like some devil in an old cartoon! He was expecting his old priest to come out of his closet and scold him for this.

But Gabriel was an atheist; he didn't believe in God, or the Devil, or angels or demons. He did believe however, that this app was definitely mining crypto on his phone, and was probably selling his secrets to North Korea or something like that. He was going to delete it right now...

After he pressed the 'ENTER' button. Hey, he could at least make fun of whatever pictures this app was going to show him.

Tap...

Zrrrrt!

Gabriel's phone buzzed, shaking in his hand like it was some vibrating toy. Alarmed by this, he dropped it, watching as his phone locked up, froze completely, and then returned to the home screen. Sitting there, he eyed his phone, thinking it was going to explode or something. But, no. When he picked it up, it wasn't even hotter than usual. Everything went back to normal.

Ding!

Looking over, Gabriel stared at his microwave as it finished cooking his takeout. Then he looked back down at his phone, annoyed that he – yet again – got suckered into one of Conrad's nonsensical games. The app didn't even ask for his information! He tapped 'ENTER' it locked up, then kicked him back out to the home screen! And with all that talk about his 'immortal soul', it just proved that this was nothing more than a scam.

And not even a funny one...

“Gah... stupid... I'm gonna punch Conrad when I see him again,” Gabriel bemoaned as he deleted the app and dropped his phone.

Oh well... at least his food was going to be good.

Hopefully...

…

One mediocre dinner later, followed by a relaxing shower, and Gabriel was steadily turning off the lights in his home. His favorite mangaka did upload a new doujinshi, but he'd save reading that for tomorrow. Right now he wanted to fall face first into his mattress and sleep well past twelve o'clock.

“Mmmphh...”

But before he finally drifted off to dreamland, Gabriel pulled out his phone one last time, checking over his social media contacts. No messages from any friends or family, nothing new to peak his interests, but...

“What the...?”

That app.

That MC app.

Mordredus Connection...

It was back.

Flinching and pulling back, Gabriel looked at the app which just an hour or two ago, he had deleted. Now it was back, as if nothing had happened. Confused further, he questioned if he deleted it at all in the first place, guiding him to delete the app once again. Hopefully this was permanent.

Now then, with that over, he plugged his phone up, yawned again, laid his head into his pillow, pulled up his bed sheets, and--

“Zzzzzzzzzz...”

Yeah... he was reeeaaaaaaaalllly sleepy. Darkness took over him, his mind filled with nothing but shadows... only for said shadows to be pierced by a glowing ray of red light. It glimmered like sunlight through the surface of the water, causing Gabriel to look up. Was he dreaming? This had to be a dream, right? Either that, or a red light was coming in through his window.

Huh?

Eyes opened, followed by a wincing flinch. Red lights were cast upon his face, just like he presumed. Leaning up, he faced his window and closed its blinds, hoping that whatever red light was coming through would be blocked from his face.

But it wasn't.

Leering at his window again, he realized that the red light wasn't coming through it. The red light was coming from the opposite direction. The red light was coming from his TV.

Sitting upright, Gabriel stared at his TV screen, its once black surface being replaced with a glowing red light. Confused, he wondered if he went to sleep with his TV on, and this was some movie or something that was playing. He didn't remember watching anything, but whatever; he'd just turn it off.

Stumbling to his feet, he looked at his coffee table and grabbed his remote, pressing its 'OFF' button.

Where nothing happened.

His TV didn't flinch, didn't turn off, didn't do a damn thing. The red light emitting from it didn't even quiver. Again he pressed the 'OFF' button, and again, nothing happened. He pressed it again, and again, and again... only for the same thing to happen.

Nothing.

“What the...?” Gabriel muttered to himself.

Was his TV busted or something? Sure, it wasn't the best, but it's not garbage either! Maybe there was a--

Flick!

Click!

Clack!

“Huh?”

The red light quivered, making Gabriel flinch. Zooming out, he came to realize that what he was looking at was not a red light, but instead a red moon. A red moon that hung over a field of purple flowers. And this field was broken up by a single person who stood among it all... a single woman.

Gabriel's mouth opened, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He attempted to speak or even scream, but it was like his voice was stolen! What was going on with his TV screen!? This wasn't a glitch or anything, was it!?

The plug, the plug, the plug! Looking down, he saw the plug of his television extended into the wall! If he just unplugged it, would that bring this all to a stop?

Launching up, Gabriel quickly fell to his knees, crawling across the floor towards the plug in the distance. But before he arrived, he suddenly locked up, gazing upon the television screen before him. There, on the surface of the television, was that figure he saw before. Only now, said figure was even closer.

Through his screen, Gabriel bore witness to a powerful and lithe beastkin woman. Her body coated in pale-white fur, hair that was long, straight and black like streamers, and red eyes that pierced through the shadows on her face. She stood before him like a goddess before a mortal, and all he could do was look up, slack-jawed and frozen solid.

The woman through his screen took a step forward... and then another step... and another step! With each one, Gabriel pulled back, forgetting about the plug as he was too frightened to think of anything aside from escaping! But the woman and her powerful red gaze kept him trapped as she approached him.

And then her hand pressed to the screen. And then her hand pressed through the screen.

She wasn't just some hyper realistic movie he was watching! Somehow, she moved through the television screen, entering into Gabriel's apartment. First it was her hand, piercing the veil between reality like she was breaking through the surface of a lake. Her first hand was joined by her second hand, the both reaching out to grip the edge of Gabriel's TV. Together, they helped pull the beastkin through.

The wolf, no... the hound broke through the surface of the television screen, giving a groan which filled the air around Gabriel... as well as increased the temperature. It was cool in his apartment – he preferred it that way – but as the woman crawled through his TV, he felt things getting hotter... and hotter... and hooootttteeeerrrrrr...!

Like a ghost out of a horror movie, this hellish beastkin with her white fur and red eyes, pulled herself completely through his television, where she stood tall in his apartment. And by tall, he certainly meant tall. She was no looming giant like Stephen, but she had enough stature to dwarf someone of modest size like Gabriel!

Raising her hands, the woman streaked her fingers through her hair, groaning again as if having just exerted herself physically. In her pose, he drank in the image of her body. This lithe body with the grace of a dancer, but the physicality of a warrior; all blended into one. But she wore clothes appropriate of a Victorian heiress, with her tight black dress that fell to her feet, its exposed shoulders and plunging cleavage, as well as the corset tied around her waist. She had a figure and body he's never seen before; no one could compare!

But this woman wasn't done.

Her red eyes piercing the shadows of his apartment, she trapped Gabriel in her gaze, while her hand reached back through his TV screen. There she grabbed what he assumed was her luggage, pulling it out through the screen, and dropping it on the floor with a loud--

THUUUUDD!!!

Her hands placed on her hips, she continued leering down upon Gabriel, who still could not say a word. Then the TV screen behind her flickered... and turned off, once against casting his apartment in nothing but shadows and darkness.

Still silent, Gabriel could do nothing but look up to the hellish beastkin standing before him, who looked back down with red eyes that could kill. The darkness made it impossible for him to see her face, but that didn't stop her burning red eyes from glowing. They could illuminate a room all on its own, and shone upon him like flashlights in the distance.

The black sclera... the red eyes... the piercing pupils... Gabriel had never seen something so utterly demonic before. And that demonic gaze was trapped upon him, capturing him... and moving in closer... and closer... and closer...

The woman hung her head just inches shy of his, allowing him to gaze upon her face, and realize how doll-like it was. Her small pointed nose, her rounded cheeks, her angular chin, and her flat red eyes. Indifferent, flat red eyes.

He'd never seen a woman half as beautiful as her before.

And when she spoke...

“Gabriel...?”

Her voice had this casual, aloof, indifferent strength to it. A woman who exuded this blasé, 'who cares' kind of attitude, but with this no-nonsense firmness to it. She was not the kind of person you toy with, that is unless you wanted to die for it.

And now this woman was in his apartment, her face hanging just a few inches away from his, and she already knew his name somehow.

Just who is she? And what did she want? Well...

What she wanted...

Was...

“I need clothes...”

Hearing that suddenly jolted a sense of reality into Gabriel. This beastkin crawled through his TV, and now stood tall before him, wearing centuries old clothing with a suitcase at her side. This wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on him, or some incredibly realistic dream! This was real! This was really happening!

THERE WAS A FUCKING DEMON IN HIS APARTMENT!!!

“HAH!”

Gabriel's fight or flight response kicked in, and since running didn't work earlier, he did the next best thing; he fought. Without hesitation, he threw a punch straight for this mysterious woman.

Pat...

A punch she caught with casual ease. She didn't even flinch. She didn't even look at his hand! Her eyes were trained completely on his face, and his were likewise. She was not amused.

“Is this a joke?” asked the woman.

“I--” Yank! “Guh!”

With flawless ease and practiced grace, the hellish beastkin pulled, no, forced Gabriel onto his feet. A sense of vertigo suddenly took him as he was pulled towards his TV, facing his shocked expression on its surface. Then he was pulled back, landing right into the woman's grasp, his head pressed up to her chest.

Her arm was wrapped around his chest, while her other arm held his head in a near sleeper hold. Struggle and kick all he wanted, but this woman – whoever... whatever she was – had superior strength to his meager stature. He was held hostage against her, and no matter what he did or didn't do, he couldn't escape her grasp.

“WHO ARE YOU!?” Gabriel shouted, his voice alarmed, to which the hellhound merely cocked her head.

“Are you typically this loud?” she asked back, her aloof voice causing him to lock in place... but not by much.

“I am when a fucking monster crawls out of my TV!” he replied, making her cock her head.

“Monster? You think I'm a monster...?”

She didn't sound disappointed by his words, nor hurt, nor even bothered. She just sounded... confused. Like he asked as if water was wet, but with genuine curiosity.

“What the hell do you think I am?” she asked, causing Gabriel to jolt.

“NO! You answer my questions first!?”

But the beastkin shook her head.

“Your name is Gabriel Strait, right?” she inquired, making his eyes bulge.

She knew his name? Fuck, she knew his name! Just what was going on here!? But, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, one thing at a time here! This woman – this monster – pulled herself out of his TV screen!

SHE PULLED HERSELF OUT OF HIS T-FUCKING-V!!!

This wasn't some drug-induced hallucination, some alcohol-fueled dream! This was real! He was really sober! Meaning this woman really crawled out of his TV, and was currently holding him!

And she knew his name!

What to do, what to do!? Haaah...! Well, it's not like he could move much! Maybe if he obeyed, she'd let him live. Yeah, that's it.

“Y-yes... m... my name's Gabriel Strait...” he answered, making the hound cock her head again.

“Why are you sounding so afraid? Didn't you call for me?” she asked, to which his eyes widened.

“Called for you...?” he muttered, “Wh... what are you talking about?”

“The app, fool,” she answered, “Mordredus Connection. You used the app, did you not? I wouldn't be here unless you used the app.”

The app? The app! That... that fucking app! She was here because of that fucking app! Somehow, using that app brought her through his TV screen! Which means...

Fucking Conrad!

“Wh-who are you!? Gabriel asked, to which the hellish beastkin sighed.

Finally her arms grew loose, releasing him and allowing the brunet to crumble upon the floor. Then he turned around, pressing his back up to his TV's stand as he looked up to the woman above him. She walked closer, step by step, before looming atop him with her hands on her hips and her red eyes gleaming.

“My name is Ashai Sigil. Lady Ashai Sigil. Corporal Ashai Sigil. And I am your perfect mate.”

“My... perfect mate...?”

That's exactly what the app said! That – by giving up his immortal soul – he'd be connected with his perfect mate! But, no, no, no! This all couldn't be real! This had to be fake! A woman did not just crawl out of his TV because his friend gave him some weird dating app!

His friend... Conrad!

This was all an elaborate prank, wasn't it? This had to be! Because if it wasn't, then the alternative was true; that he sold away his soul – something he didn't even believe in – to this woman who stood before him!

“Heh... heh heh... heh heh! Hah!”

It brought chuckles to Gabriel's lips. At first they were delirious, but then they grew louder and louder, as if someone had told a joke. Getting to his feet, he looked this hellish woman – Ashai – in the eye, who looked back at him with an eyebrow raised. Had something happened in the head of this man? Why was he laughing like a jester had appeared?

“Alright,” said Gabriel, a sheepish smirk on his lips, “Where are the cameras?”

“Cameras...?” repeated Ashai, “What are you talking about?”

“The cameras!” he shouted, “I know Conrad's somewhere around here! He has to be! I can't believe he perfectly recreated my apartment!”

“Do you think this is a prank...? Some joke?” asked the woman, to which Gabriel leered at her.

“It has to be!” he shouted back, “Because there's no way you crawled out of my TV! And...” he looked over, his eyes falling on her luggage, “Holy shit, is that your suitcase?”

“Hnnmph... Mother Umbra told me there would be some shocked resistance,” muttered Ashai, making him flinch.

“Mother Umbra...?” he repeated, “Who is that?”

Ashai didn't answer however. Instead she shook her head and looked around. This place was... small. Very small. Smaller than the barracks, kind of small. Smaller than her bedroom back home kind of small. And that? That's small.

“Hmm...”

“Hmm? What's going on? Is this the point where Conrad bursts in laughing at me?” Gabriel asked, his face bending downward, “Please tell me this is the part where Conrad bursts in laughing at me.”

“It's not,” Ashai answered as she shook her head, “Apologies, Gabriel, but this is not a joke, this is not a hoax, this is not a prank pulled by your friend. I am Lady Ashai Sigil, a corporal in the Mordredus Royal Army. I have been told that they have located my perfect mate, so...” she bowed her head, “Here I am... to be with my perfect mate. To be with you.”

“I... I... n-no... this... heh...” he palmed his head, “This must be some joke... this has to be a joke. This can't be real! Mordredus!? Royal Army? Mother Umbra!? J... just what are you talking about?”

“Tch... it doesn't matter if you accept it or not,” Ashai said as she shook her head, “I have a duty to fulfill, and I will fulfill it, no matter what. So as your perfect mate, I will make you happy, Gabriel. It is the duty of all mates to please one another, no?”

“What the...? N-no... this... this has to be a joke!” Gabreil said as he stood before her, “Because if this is real, if this isn't a joke, then the opposite is true! And if the opposite is true, then--” Grab, “Huh?”

He looked down, his wrist having been taken into a hold by Ashai's hand. Her hold guided his gaze up, looking the hellish beastkin in the eyes. Without saying a word, she closed the distance between them, and stood before Gabriel with her red eyes glowing. Looking up at her, he could say not a word as he got lost in the doll-like features of her face, and the stoic look in her eyes. They were like gateways not only into her indifferent soul, but into the hellscape she was born in.

This... this was real.

This wasn't a joke, wasn't a prank. This app connected him with this monster, and now this monster was with him, claiming to be his perfect mate. Which meant his soul... his immortal soul... that thing he didn't even believe in until now... was already gone.

“I'm gonna... guh...”

A rushing swell of emotions funneled straight to Gabriel's head... and dropped him just as quickly, causing him to collapse face first into Ashai's chest. He had fainted. The hell hound raised an eyebrow at him, a single question going through her head.

This is my perfect mate?

Such a claim felt impossible, even to her, but she had long since learned to not go against Mother Umbra's opinion. If she said this man was her perfect mate, then so be it. She only hoped he'd prove it sooner rather than later.

Now then... what is Earth like?

…

“Haaaaaah... hnnnnn... mmmmm... mmmff... ph... mmmff... fphf...? Huh...?”

A void. He slept in a void. There was nothing but darkness, but shadows. No up... no down... no nothing... just a blank expanse of nothing. He's had existential dreams before – he's had existential thoughts before – but this went well beyond that. This went beyond the word 'existential'. This was...

“Gauh!? Nnnghh!!!”

Gabriel launched up, only to wince and pull back. Clutching his head, he groaned audibly and bit into his bottom lip, feeling like he'd either been punched in the head, or had a very bad hangover. And while he's not shy around alcohol, he's never drunk so much as to trigger this quaking thump in his head.

For the briefest moment – as memories flooded back – he thought that last night's events were nothing more than an alcohol-fueled dream. Even the sunlight which fell upon him, lulled him into a sense of normalcy and warmth.

But then Gabriel looked over... and his eyes grew wide.

Ashai sat there upon his couch, one leg crossed over the other, her arms resting on its spine. Gone was her Victorian dress, replaced with one of his muscle shirts, panties... and nothing else. So, yes, almost all of her body was on display.

The toned shoulders, the perky chest, and her slender, narrow, muscular midriff. Her pale-white fur glowed in the sunlight of his apartment, like snow in a mountainous land... or ash falling from a gray sky.

Jet-black hair flowed from her head like streamers, flowing all the way down to her chest. At the top however, she had two little towers of hair that were shaped like devil horns. Adding more to her demonic flair, every now and then, he saw a wave of red flash through her hair, like embers dancing upon a bonfire.

She was casual, her black and red eyes looking at one of his doujinshis. One of his pornographic doujinshis. And whatever was going on in those pages, she didn't look too entertained.

“Is this what passes as pornography in your world?” said Ashai as she looked over at him, while he could only look back with his mouth agape, “The art is entertaining but...” she shook her head, “I've seen better. Literally. This wouldn't even make Mistress Fenrir flinch...”

“What the...?” Gabriel muttered, before, “Oof!?”

Falling face first over the edge of his bed, he collapsed into the floor in a confused heap. It didn't take him long to scramble back to his feet, standing before Ashai with his mouth agape, while she looked back with a more annoyed expression on her lips.

“Something wrong, Gabe?” she asked, making him swallow his spit.

“Gabe...?” he muttered, “N-no... somehow, that's even worse... guh!”

But he didn't say another word, instead walking slowly over towards her. Sitting on the couch next to Ashai, his brown eyes looked her up and down, For as sinister and as strange as she was, Gabriel could not deny that she looked marvelous. Strong, but not too strong, even though he had no doubts that she could fold him if necessary. Wait, didn't she already do that yesterday? Riiiiight...

He came close to touching her – he wanted to touch her – but he didn't. Touch a lady – especially a dangerous one like her – and he'd probably lose this hand outright. So instead he pulled back... but Ashai cocked her head, confused by him.

“You... your name is Ashai, right? Ashai Sigil, you said?” he asked of the hellish beastkin, causing her to drop his book and look at him directly, “You crawled through my TV and... ahh... just... who are you? What are you?”

“Remember?” she muttered whilst turning to face him directly, “My name is Ashai Sigil. I am a corporal in the Mordredus Royal Army.”

“Mordredus... Royal Army...? Where even is that?” he asked.

“Hmm... it's in a realm known as Daemonium. You... probably know it better as Hell. Though... it's not exactly Hell. That's just the best name to give it so that you could understand.”

“H-Hell...? You came to Earth... from Hell!?” his face turned pale and he looked away, “No no... I... I prefer Daemonium... y-yeah... that sounds better... but not by much...”

Sucking in air, he closed his eyes and puffed out his chest, still trying to contain himself as his fears kept building. Hell... or, well, another world called Daemonium exists, and this woman came from it. Making matters worse, that means he actually gave up his soul. Wh... what does that mean? Where is it going to go!?

No, no! He can't have a mental breakdown now! He needed to hold it in. He'll have a mental breakdown later.

“Daemonium, right? You said you were from Daemonium...?” Gabriel said as he again looked at her, “Does... does that mean... are you a demon?”

Ashai cocked her head.

“You're just realizing that now?” she replied, “They said you could be a bit dense at times, but I didn't think you'd be that dense...”

“'They'? Who are 'they'?”

“The ones who run Mordredus Connection. Mother Umbra is the head of it, and she runs the Holy Cathedral. Honestly,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I don't know the specifics of how they run things. They just sent me a messenger, requesting that I come back from the army. I returned to Mordredus, where my queen specifically requested this of me. She said they had located my perfect mates, and gave me the option to leave the army. Naturally, I agreed. I didn't want to leave the army or my unit, but when Queen Iris makes a request of you, you obey.”

“Queen Iris? Shit! This is too crazy,” Gabriel muttered, “Perfect mates? Demons? Jeeze... sounds like a story from one of my doujinshis...”

“Doujinshi? That's what you called this book?” Ashai replied.

He looked at her when he brought up the doujinshi, blushing furiously. She was reading them, so she'd no doubt know he had a type. The cool beauty from afar, with indifferent eyes but a graceful allure. This 'better than you' look she flawlessly exudes, without even trying. Ashai looked bored with him – looked bored with everything – and that only heightened her allure.

Shit... whoever this Mother Umbra was, she knew his stuff.

“Okay... uh... another question,” Gabriel muttered, “I know you're a demon, but... what are you? Like... specifically. What are you specifically?”

“Specifically? I am a hellhound.”

“Like... a hellhound?” he repeated, “As in... full on... fire and... hellfire kind of hellhound? Like... if you burn me, you'd burn my--”

“Soul? Yes, if I burn you, I wouldn't just burn your flesh, I'd burn your soul as well. And soul burns are a lot more difficult to cure than normal ones...”

His face tensed up upon hearing this, then he looked down at his body. If she burned him, she'd burn his very soul. And a soul burn? Those burn forever. Holy shit... he was seriously sitting here with a demon – a hellhound – who just pulled herself through his TV. This was something that is happening! His fingers curled and he shivered momentarily, just thinking about this, coming to terms with the new reality he was in.

Like... holy shit! No... there's nothing 'holy' about this! He's literally sitting with a demon!

“So... you're a demon... sent by your queen and a woman named Mother Umbra... to be my perfect mate? I'm getting this right, right?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Okay... well... for my final question as everything I know and understand is turned upside down. Why? Why does your queen and this Mother Umbra want you to be my perfect mate? And why me?”

“Honestly? I don't know,” answered Ashi as she shrugged her shoulders, “Queen Iris is a mysterious woman. Only she truly knows what goes on in her head. I won't lie; for her to do something like this means she has a plan of some sort... but I don't know what that plan is. All I know is that...” she pointed forward, drawing his attention to her luggage, “I'm here now. I'm your perfect mate. You're my perfect mate. And there are no refunds. So...” she cocked her head, “Gabriel. I need clothes.”

“C-clothes? Why do you need clothes?” he asked as he tensed up.

“Isn't it obvious?” she replied, “Clothes from Mordredus are not conductive to clothes on Earth. I was told this when I was sent through the Ether.”

“The... Ether...?” Gabriel groaned as he ran his hand through his hair, “Jeeeezzee... you're dropping so many words on me and so many places! They all sound so ridiculous but it's all true! Aaaaahh!”

“They told me you'd hesitate in believing this. Perhaps my appearance was sudden. They told me it would be better if I walked up to you as opposed to crawling through your TV... but I decided otherwise...” she leaned in, her hand slamming down on the space between them to draw Gabriel's attention, “If you are my supposed perfect mate, then my appearance is the only appearance you'd accept.”

“The only appearance I'd accept, huh...?”

Gabriel didn't know what was worse: Ashai saying that this was the only appearance that he'd accept, or the fact that he knew she was right. If the hellhound did come to him on the street or something like that, he wouldn't have believed her; he wouldn't have believed any of this! Seriously, this stupid app got him in contact with a literal demon, one who claims to be his 'perfect mate'? What insanity is that!?

But crawling through his TV? Yeah... he'd have to be super dense to deny that!

In one night – one night! – his entire life had been flipped-turned upside down. Any notions of his atheism were thrown outside of the window. Now, Gabriel didn't know what he believed in! Demons were real, which implied the existence of angels, which implies the existence of God or possibly even gods, which implies the existence of souls, which implies the existence of life after death, which implies that he did give up his immortal soul for some stupid fucking dating app, which--

No, no, no! No, no, no! NO! He told himself that he'll have a mental breakdown later. It wasn't ‘later’ yet. Later is, like, at eight, nine, or ten o'clock at night. Not, like, ten in the morning. Besides...

Gabriel looked over, his face disgruntled and his hand running through his hair. To his side was Ashai, his so-called 'perfect mate'. She was looking at him with her arms crossed in annoyance, her black and red eyes looking him up and down, and her head tilted to one side. She looked equally as disgruntled, wearing a face of slight annoyance and even disappointment.

“Doesn't this... all... seem... crazy to you?” asked Gabriel, to which the hellhound shook her head.

“Not at all,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“Like... ah... you don't even know me,” Gabriel pressed, “H-how do you know I'm not... like... some creep or some madman? And my... perfect mate? We've never met before; how do you know that we're perfect for one another?”

“Mother Umbra gave me a full rundown on your personality and attributes before I left Daemonium,” Ashai answered, “So on a basic and by the numbers level, I already know everything about you. And they gave me the chance to deny you then if I so chose, so if I felt as if you weren't my perfect mate, I could have simply walked away and returned to my platoon. But I chose to go along with their decision. I have learned that Mother Umbra and Queen Iris are far smarter than I. It is best not to question their authority, even in situations like these.”

The way Ashai spoke of this, Mother Umbra and Queen Iris, was less like she was talking about a mere religious figure and regent, and more like she was talking about higher beings. It further solidified how out of his depth Gabriel was, and how much grander in size was existence. If he felt small and insignificant before, then what did he feel like now? Like a spec of dust? Perhaps even smaller than that?

He palmed his head, groaned into his palm too. Try, try, try with all his might to fight off this growing mental breakdown, it wasn't working. So with a sigh, Ashai stood up. She then walked over towards Gabriel, and grabbed him by his wrists. Pulling them away from his face, she forced him to look up towards her, where he saw that indifferent and no-nonsense look in her eyes.

“Gabriel,” she said, her voice stern and unshakable.

The way she said it left little room for interpretation. Gabriel stiffened in place, his face blanking as he once again looked her up and down. The strong and powerful body of this hellhound stood before him. The muscular arms and abs, the toned and shapely body, the powerful stance that showed no flaw; Ashai was power incarnate. And with the unnatural heat that flowed off of her body, only the truly foolish would deny her.

“I. Need. Clothes.”

Gabriel shook in place. Like, damn, she wasn't even going to try and reassure him of his growing moral collapse? Like, nope, she wanted clothes, and she wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. Dammit. Hearing her be so stern, controlling and domineering?

It was just his type.

“Okay... f-fine...” said Gabriel as he stood up, “Um... there's a clothes store at the mall... we can head there. Just... uh... give me a few moments to dress up. And...” he looked her up and down, “You need to dress up too.”

“Hm...”

…

There's a good reason why she needed clothes. She wasn't making this request because she was a fashionista and enjoyed having a large closet... though that had a little to do with it. No, she was making this request because the suitcase she brought with her contained nothing but Victorian-esque clothing. You do understand what that means when they're walking through an apartment in the modern age, right?

All eyes were on her.

Gabriel's cheeks were an intense red, his teeth were gritted, his head held low, and his hands stuffed into his pockets. Down the middle lane he walked, trying his hardest to ignore the glances thrown their way. No, he wasn't receiving any looks; she was.

While Gabriel was wearing his usual attire of some blue slacks and white button up shirt, Ashai wore clothing that was impossible to ignore. These tight, red pants clung to her body, gripping her tight and flaunting the curves of her athletic physique, while on her chest she wore this equally as tight top that exposed her shoulders and flaunted her cleavage. But, no, that's not what was most impossible to ignore about her. It was perhaps the armored high-heeled boots she wore on her feet, which – while matching with her attire – clanked against the ground. Oh, yeah, and what about the tight corset tied around her waist, which further drew attention to her illustrious physique? And if her clothing didn't attract eyes, then the way she moved certainly did.

How her hips swayed from side to side, walking like she was on a catwalk and she owned it. Ashai's body was without flaw, and she carried herself like a woman who had no flaws. Hips swaying from side to side, while her face remained flat and indifferent, gazing at the gaudy storefronts no display like it was nothing more than dust in a window.

“This is what you mortals enjoy for entertainment?” said Ashai, “It is nothing more than... shallow consumerism. The ultra-capitalistic society you live in is a few wars short of dystopian.”

“Only a few wars short of dystopian?” replied Gabriel as he looked at her, “We've been in a dystopia for the past ten years at least, I'd say.”

“Hm.”

Suddenly, Ashai came to a stop, causing Gabriel to do likewise. Gazing at the hellhound beside him, the young man shot her a quizzical glance... before following her line of sight. Across the bridge that connected one half of the mall to the other, there was an apparel store. 'Forrest's Chest', was its name. And if anyone knows anything about Forrest's Chest, it's how expensive it is. So guess what Ashai's eyes were locked on?

“There,” said the hellhound.

“Oh god no...” Gabriel bemoaned.

God? What did have to do with any of this when a demon is at his side? Maybe this was his punishment for giving up his soul to a fucking... dating app!

Ashai cared not for Gabriel's crying wallet. As if on a dial, the pale-white hellhound pivoted towards the clothing store, and began walking towards it. And after palming his face and weeping for his soon to be drained bank account, Gabrielf followed suit. The two entered into Forrest's Chest, with the hellhound's normally blank face lighting up into genuine awe at the breadth of clothing on display before her.

“This is...?” she said, “What constitutes as clothing in your world? It is so... different from what we have in Mordredus.”

“J-just... uh... p-please don't buy anything that's too expensive... please...”

Ashai rolled her eyes at his request, making it difficult to tell if she was listening or not. Instead, the pale-white hellhound dived deeper into the clothing before her, walking through the store with black and red eyes wide. She gazed at it all; from the dresses, to the pants, to the shorts, to the shoes, to the suits, to the ties, to the hats, to the fucking diamond watches!

Why was this place selling diamond watches!?

Fortunately for Gabriel, Ashai showed no interest in these diamond watches. Unfortunately for Gabriel, she was quite amazed by the number of clothes on offer.

Her black and red eyes traveled upon the various clothing on display. Forrest's Chest was a high-end apparel store, containing a variety of outfits that ran the gamut from something that wouldn't look out of place in a business meeting, and attire that would be on the body of a sporty young adult in a club. And Ashai was attracted to all of it.

“Is this what passes for fashion for you mortals?” the hellhound inquired as she gazed at a leather pleated skirt that wouldn't even come down to cover her knees.

“Well... uh... c-compared to you...?” Gabriel answered as he looked Ashai up and down, “There's not a lot of people who go to the mall with armored heels on their feet...” he gazed at her tail, “We're... uh... not stuck in medieval times...” Swipe! “Ah?”

Without warning or hesitation, Ashai snatched some clothes off a nearby rack. The hellhound moved with such speed and authority, that he didn't even notice it. He didn't even get the chance to scan the clothing she was now holding in her arms, for she turned away from him, and gave him a rather flattering view of her shapely back... and peach-shaped butt.

“This way, Gabe...” said Ashai as she walked forward, making him groan.

“Please... d-don't call me Gabe... gh... it makes me sound like I'm some old fart...”

Rolling his eyes, Gabriel followed his 'perfect mate', his mind fearing what her choice of clothes would do to his wallet. But instead of heading towards the checkout to purchase these clothes, he realized they were heading towards the changing rooms in the back. Stammering in place, he stuffed his feet down into the ground, planting him in place. But when Ashai came to the doors of the changing room, she stopped and looked over her shoulder towards him.

Her flat, no-nonsense face. Eyes that looked unimpressed. A face that barely twitched or moved. A near expressionless visage that could drain the color of reality around it. Huh... her pale-white fur and black hair was apt in those regards.

“What is wrong, Gabriel?” asked Ashai, “Are you not following me inside...?”

“Ah...? The hell kinda question is that...?” he replied with a dismissive and abrasive wave of his hand and turn of his head... though his cheeks remained an intense red, “It ain't proper for a man to sit in a changing room with a girl...” Swoosh! “Ah?”

Gabriel stiffened up and his eyes reopened. Gazing forward, he was suddenly face to face with Ashai, and a mighty gust of wind caused his hair to briefly fly up. Sure, the distance between them a mere moment ago wasn't that great, but it was still impressive – and frightening – that she could blitz by only a fraction of a second. Confused and bewildered, Gabriel looked into the hellhound's wicked red eyes, and the flat expression she wore.

“It's not proper for a man to sit in a changing room with a girl?” Ashai repeated, “What does that mean to a demon? I don't quite make much room for things that are and aren't proper.”

“Aaah... hm... w-well... I... I suppose you're not wrong about that...”

“Besides. I'm not some 'girl',” said the hellhound as she straightened up before him, “I am your perfect mate, remember? I'm sure rules for boys and girls do not apply to people whose souls are perfect for one another. So...” turning around, she faced the changing room, “Come inside with me. I'll need your opinion.”

“Aaah... r-really...?”

“Tch. You should be thankful,” Ashai continued as she entered the changing room, “I typically care little for the opinions of others.”

“Aah... yeah... that sounds about right...”

With a roll of his eyes, Gabriel continued to linger outside of the changing room... only for Ashai's hand to fall on his shoulder. With a tight grip, the hellhound tugged him into the change room forcefully. Hey, at least he wasn't kicking and screaming.

Pulled into the changing room, with a mere flick of her hand, Ashai practically threw Gabriel upon the room's small bench. He sat there, eyes wide and cheeks red, watching as the hellhound closed and locked the door behind them. The changing room was small, but still large enough to fit the both of them. Maybe for parents to help dress their children?

Bending over, Ashai placed her neatly folded clothes upon the bench beside Gabriel. He gazed at her briefly, marveling at how her perky chest strained against the cleavage of her tight top. Like, damn, her tits were so spherical; they were damn-near taunting him! But before he could look for too long, his gaze traveled up...

Where he saw Ashai's flat stare look back at him.

“See something you like?” she asked sarcastically, causing Gabriel to grit his teeth.

“Ggh...! H-hey! Is it normal for people in Mordredus or whatever to flash their tits like this?” he replied whilst gazing in the opposite direction.

“Of course it is,” Ashai replied as she began rummaging through her folded clothes, “Lady of War Cordelia typically wears attire that flaunts her cleavage. So does Lady Tora. Lady Fenrir does so too. And of course, Queen Iris' dresses always make sure to emphasize her divine chest.”

“Aah... r-really...?”

While Ashai lifted her clothing with her flat and nonchalant face, Gabriel couldn't help but to stiffen in place. His head was assaulted with thoughts of all these women she spoke of, and the fact that they all flaunted their cleavages. With his active imagination and indulgence of doujinshis, was it any surprise that all he could imagine were beautiful women with voluptuous bodies and huge tits? Like... fuck! It made his cheeks so damn red!

While Gabriel's head was filled with lascivious thoughts, Ashai stood before her reflection in the changing room's mirror. Again and again, she picked up her shirt before holding it over chest, imagining what she'd look like with it on. Her head would then tilt from one way to the other, before giving a dismissive sigh.

Zwooosh!

“What the...?”

And small flames appeared around her body.

A wave of fire flickered around Ashai's body, making Gabriel pull back. It was quick and sudden – like someone ignited a flashlight and turned it off in an instant – but it was impossible to ignore. And when the fire dispersed, Gabriel saw...

Ashai's naked body.

He was given a rather flattering view of the hellhound's backside at this moment. The shape of her doll-like, sprightly, and dainty backside, with elegant musculature visible beneath pale-white fur. How her narrow waist widened out into her curvy and plump backside. How her legs were so strong and shapely. And how her tail was raised high, wagging left and right with excitement.

Wait... wagging? While her face may be as stiff as a board, she wasn't completely emotionless.

Wait... WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING!? He was standing in here with a naked girl and just ogling her like a perverted fool!? As if realizing what he was doing, he mentally – no, he physically – slapped himself, and then turned around to face the wall behind him. At the very least, she was wearing panties. A very elegant and mature set of panties.

There he stood, palming his face to hide his shame, while Ashai dressed herself up in the clothes she just gained. He heard her shuffle about, putting on the clothing she swiped from the store. He didn't know what she was going to wear, but his mind was naturally filled with even more lewd and sinful thoughts.

Wait. She's a demon. Sinful thoughts probably act like a beacon to someone like her.

“They do, by the way,” Ashai suddenly said, making Gabriel's face turn pale, “The thoughts you mortals have towards me as I walk by are as cacophonous as a dissonant symphony.”

Could she... read his mind? Or was he just going crazy? Well, crazier than he already was? There were so many questions here, that Gabriel was too terrified to ask any of them. Instead he stood up straight, until Ashai said--

“You may turn now, Gabriel.”

“Aaah... okay...”

Ashai's words came off as an offer, but they were clearly a request. So he turned, facing the hellhound before him... after a few moments of mental preparation.

She was no longer wearing her otherworldly and aristocratic clothing. No armored high-heeled boots, no cleavage sprouting top, no corset. Replacing it was something significantly more conservative... while still drawing ample attention to the flawlessness of her lithe and pert body. This black, sleeveless, turtleneck shirt clung close to her body, flaunting her perfectly perky chest, and her narrow waist. These baggy brown slacks that gripped upon her waist tight. Black shoes that were completely at odds with the clanking, armored boots she wore before. And tying it all together was the tan-colored trench coat that sat on her shoulders.

Standing before Gabriel, Ashai would shift her body lightly, posing as if she was on a catwalk... while retaining that face of profound disinterest and boredom. And he sat before him, his jaw agape in complete awe of what she was wearing. It was simple, yes, but Ashai was so beautiful, that he was sure she could be wearing mud and he'd find her irresistible.

“I'm not going to wear mud...” she replied, making him gawk.

“I...!? But... hah...!”

Okay. Note to self: do not think sinful thoughts around her. Yeah, that's going to be a lot easier said than done.

“You... um... l-look amazing, Ashai,” Gabriel replied, making her tilt her head left to right.

“Hm...” was her response as she turned around to face the mirror once again, “I appreciate your input.”

So she returned to posing before the mirror, retaining that indifferent and flat face of hers. And Gabriel returned to marveling at her, watching as her hips swayed left to right. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, but feared doing so would lead to that 'mental breakdown' he was still staving off. This demoness was with him in this changing room, acting not different from a pompous and no-nonsense aristocrat.

Dammit. He had to speak to her. She was his 'perfect mate', right? And while they had skipped a few steps, this was kind of like a date, right? And during a date, you learn about said date... right? Look, he's been on dates before in the past, but not with a hellhound! Hell, he's never dated a canine of any kind before, rarely dating anything aside from humans.

Not like that's a long list. He's only had two girlfriends thus far in his life... hm...

“So... uh...” said Gabriel... though Ashai continued posing before the mirror, “You... said... uh... that you served in your nation's army, right? The... uh... Mordredus Royal Army? Th-that's what you called it? And that you're a corporal... I'm right, right?”

“So you remember?” said Ashai, briefly looking at him through his reflection, before gazing back at herself, “I thought that information would've flown over your head, considering how volatile your emotion was last night and this morning. In the future, it would be best if you kept your emotions in check.”

“I... aah... please, bear with me,” Gabriel replied, “You are a demon, you know. I don't know many people who wouldn't be freaking the hell out around you...” he shook his head, “Uh... so... I guess.... tell me a little about yourself. What did you do as a corporal in your army? Fight wars?”

“What else is there for a soldier to do?” responded Ashai, her hips slanting in the opposite direction, “For many years, I have served my kingdom well. Very few have faced me in combat and have lived to tell the tale. I take pride in this.”

“Yeeaaah...”

Gabriel didn't know how to respond. On one hand... this was fucking awesome. This gallant and mighty warrior stood before him, one born not from flesh and blood, but of hellfire and sulfur. A Victorian knight who laid her life on the line in the name of her kingdom and glory. She was the exact type of woman he gravitated towards in one of his RPGs.

But, that's the thing; that's an RPG. This? This was real life. He wasn't reading text through a video game screen while silently hoping said game had some dating mechanics; he was sitting here in this changing room, with a true demon. Ashai wasn't some character written by some underpaid writer in Japan; she was a living, breathing creature of otherworldly presence. The people she's killed weren't data composed of zeroes and ones; they were once living and breathing individuals in their own right.

But they were demons, right? So when a demon kills another demon... does that really mean anything? Probably not. But he was smart enough to know these were his attempts to soften the blow of dating a possibly violent demon.

Yeah. 'Possibly' did a lot of heavy-lifting in this situation. So far, she hadn't done anything or acted in any way that implied she was a violent individual. Hell, outside of her flat gaze, she hadn't even been rude to him. She had been a little forceful, what with forcing him to stand on his feet, forcing him to look her in the eyes, and – of course – forcing him into this changing room, but damn, he even found those aspects of her attractive!

He really did like a girl who wasn't afraid to whip him into shape. Huh...

Zwooosh!

Like before, small flames sprouted around Ashai's body. Just like before, it was so sudden that he didn't even have time to comment on it. And also like before, the hellhound was left completely naked. Well... save for those elegant panties of hers. She even tossed aside the neatly folded clothing upon the bench next to Gabriel, who flinched at the sight of it.

“How do you do that?” he asked as she picked up her next set of clothes.

“I learned it from my mother,” she answered.

“Uh... um... so... it's like... magic or something?”

Once again, she stared at him through his reflection. He did likewise, gazing at her face... where he watched her eye twitch. Yes, her expression remained flat and indifferent, but that twitch showed just how annoyed she was.

“Yes. It's magic. Or something,” she replied.

“Ah... okay...”

Ashai was a woman of few words, wasn't she? Not that Gabriel seemed to mind. Once again, it probably comes as no surprise that he liked the strong and silent type. Just an affirmative gaze was enough to get across her mood, such as the annoyed look she gave him.

Gabriel grew silent, while Ashai grabbed her clothes from off the bench. This was different from before. That sleeveless turtleneck, slacks and trench coat were all very professional and conservative. He could imagine her wearing that casually around when walking down the street. But what did she put on next? Well...

That leather pleated skirt. This torn shirt and fishnet top. These detached sleeves. Those leather boots. All of it was black, all of it had this slightly reflective sheen to it, and all of it was so damn dangerous. All she was missing were a few spiked bracelets or a spiked choker to really complete the look.

If what Ashai wore before was day wear, then this was something she could only wear when going out for a night on the town, preferably in a nightclub. Seeing her wear it caused Gabriel's eyes to grow wide, marveling at her body, and how her clothing exposed so much more skin and fur than before.

Her pale-white fur... it was so shimmering and neatly groomed. That's the last thing he'd expect for a hellhound, especially a corporal. He expected something wild and bushy; a type of pelt that appeared too dangerous to even look at, let alone touch! But here, Gabriel felt the need to...

“Touch me...?”

“Gah!? S-stop that...” he said as she looked over her shoulder towards him, “That's... creepy how you can... read my mind, or whatever...”

“Hmm... how do I look, Gabriel?” asked Ashai, causing him to stiffen up.

“You look... hhf... you look... doll-like...”

What a weird way to describe her. Doll-like. And yet, when those words left his lips and he repeated them to himself in his head, that description felt so right. Even better, when he stared at Ashai's face...

A rare smile appeared on her lips.

“I like these clothes. Buy them for me.”

“Ghh... I knew you were going to say that... but it still hurts.”

…

Ashai's face was flat and as stiff as a board, yet she walked like a model on a runway. The hypnotic swaying of her hips showed no flaw or imperfection, and her back showed no bend or break. One hand on her hip and the other hand on her side, the hellhound walked along the sidewalk like she owned it. And considering her height and how people seemed to part ways around her like waves, she may as well.

Gabriel walked behind his so-called 'perfect mate', carrying in his arms the various packages they bought while at the mall. While the young man was far from poor, he was still a struggling college student. Buying all of this (expensive) crap did not make his bank account happen. Like, hell, he had to dig a little into his reserves. And for what? Just to make Ashai happy? Ugh.

Wasn't she supposed to be his 'perfect mate'? Couldn't his supposed perfect mate be a little more... frugal?

Bah. Whatever. He just carried this junk in his hands, hoping his back didn't break as this tower of packages swayed from left to right. At least Ashai had gotten out of her Victorian clothes, instead wearing that turtleneck, baggy slacks combo she had bought in the changing room.

“Gabriel,” said the hellhound, “What is it that you mortals do for recreational fun here?”

“You mean... nngh...! Like for fun...?” he replied as they came to a halt at a street corner, “Haah... nngh...! Well... ggh... I usually hang out with my friends. We chill out at a book club, and talk about a bunch of comics we've read and other stuff...” he shook his head, “But usually spend all day talking about useless shit like a bunch of catty old women...”

“Hm...” she looked over her shoulder towards him, “Your friends...? You have friends?”

“You make it sound like I'm some sort of recluse...” Gabriel remarked with a sideways glance, “I do have friends. In fact, it was one of my idiot friends who gave me the app that summoned you.”

“Is that so?” said Ashai, “Hm. I should thank them. If not for this friend you speak of, I would not have met you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Gabriel replied sarcastically, even rolling his eyes, “The next time I see Conrad, I'm gonna throttle him... but that won't be until after summer's over.”

“This Conrad... you brought up his name last night,” the hellhound commented, “I suppose he's the one who gave you – and the rest – of your friends the app. Makes me wonder if he's used the app himself yet.”

“Knowing him? No doubt,” Gabriel answered.

“If that is true... then who else has come to join us?”

“I--! Hnn...?”

That's... not something he had thought about. If Conrad gave him – and everyone else – the app, then he no doubt used it himself. And if he used it – as well as Stephen, Maxwell, and Janet – then that means this world was populated by at least five demons when including Ashai. And that's not getting into the numerous other demons that no doubt exist naturally!

Aah... the world was getting bigger and bigger! And his mental breakdown was coming closer and closer. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

“Your little... Comic Club...” said Ashai, “Is that your only source of fun in this world? What else do you do? Don't you do anything else? Like... got to stage plays? Perhaps gladiatorial arenas to watch sports?”

“Stage plays? L-like movies?” he answered, “And... gladiatorial arenas? Um... well... no...” he shook his head, “There's no movie coming out that I want to see, and... well... I'm not really a sports guy,” he scratched the back of his head, “So... no... I don't go to... 'gladiatorial arenas', either. And... they're not really a thing here anyway. Haven't been that way for a few thousand years.”

“Boring...” said Ashai with a shake of her head, “Sounds so boring. No gladiator battles? Not even stage plays?” she shook her head, “This world would benefit from a few more battles of life and death. Everyone here is so...” her eyes swept through their general location, “Fat and stupid. They lack gumption and energy. They need to learn how to fear for their lives. Only then will they have the strength to protect themselves.”

“Yeah. Yup. That's something I'd expect a demon to say...” Gabriel muttered under his breath.

“And you, Gabriel,” the hellhound said as she swept around to face him, “You too represent how miserable society in your world has become. You spend your days in your apartment, reading fluffy tomes that don't increase your mind, and serve only to stave off your inevitable trek towards death.”

“Wow... uh... well... rude,” he replied... though he really couldn't argue against her. Was it because he agreed with her, or was it because he didn't want to talk back to a demon? Eh, he'll go with the first; it made him seem less pathetic.

Wait... does it?

“I don't understand why Mother Umbra would deem you to be my perfect mate,” Ashai stated... before shaking her head, “But I will not stand idly by and let you waste away your life as you do now. We will give you the gumption that I desire of a mate, and I know exactly how to do it.”

“Yeeeaah... and... what might that be...?” Gabriel asked, making her ears twitch.

“Follow me,” she answered as she began walking off, “Let us return home and leave my clothes. I'll show you exactly what I have in mind.”

…

Club Tartarus. Yeah. That's the name of what she had in mind.

Lights! Flashing and darting and dancing lights! Darkness dancing with umber lights, giving everything a sordid hue! Shadows swaying like the call of a haunted forest! In a manner both magnetizing and sinful, the spacious club before them with its bombastic music, pulled and drove people in like moths to a flame!

On the outside, Club Tartarus looked like a black church, and appeared far, far smaller than it actually was. In reality, the club was separated into two tiers. Here was the lounging area, with various chairs and tables and booths resting around, playing host and home to a multitude of people. And to the right was the club's bar, which appeared to already be packed with individuals. Gabriel was one of them.

He did not like clubs. He did not find them appealing. He did not like the loud music, or the darkness, or the flickering lights that made him feel like he was having a fucking seizure. And above all, he did not like how impersonal it all was. Too many people were waaaaay too cool with bumping into one another and brushing shoulders against him. Even when standing here at the bar's counter waiting for his drinks to arrive, there were people who casually bumped past him without so much as an 'Oops, sorry'.

Ugh!

“Your drinks...” said the bar tender, some burly, jackal looking man with midnight fur.

“Thanks...” said Gabriel as he took the two cups from him.

They were in tall glasses, and both were filled with this strange, bubbling and fizzing liquid that was ruby in color. He looked at them incredulously, before sighing and pushing on, heading towards the booths in the distance. For in one of the booths, sitting on the table with one leg crossed over the other and an indifferent look in her flat eyes, was Ashai.

He was right, ya'know. About that attire she wore in the changing room being perfect for a nightclub setting. That being the leather, pleated skirt, the fishnet top beneath the torn shirt, the detached sleeves, and the boots on her feet. Along with her pale-white fur that glowed in the darkness of the club, she was like some taunting seductress. Even her flat face added to her allure, making her someone you'd want to approach... but knew it was wise not to.

“Your drinks,” said Gabriel, to which she shook her head.

“Our drinks,” Ashai replied whilst taking one from him, “And thank you.”

Gabriel's head twitched in the hellhound's direction as she sat in the booth proper. Without thinking, she began to take a sip of her drink. Then another... and then another... before quickly downing over a third of it in one fell swoop. On one hand, wow. Guess alcohol doesn't affect demons like it affects mortals. Either that, or she's a heavy drinker. On the other hand...

She thanked him for the drinks? A part of Gabriel wondered if all the rumors he's heard of demons were true. Ya'know, about them being cruel, violent, and malevolent beings, not to mention naturally treacherous and amoral. Would a being that is instinctively unreliable ever say 'thank you?'

Hmm...

“So... you like clubs...?” asked Gabriel as he sat next to Ashai, “Are they... common in... uh... where was it you came from? Mordredus? Daemonium?”

“I tolerate clubs,” the hellhound answered, “And it's Mordredus. Daemonium is the name of the realm. It's like asking if someone is from Europe on Earth. Where the hell else would they be from?”

“H... oh... yeah... right...” Gabriel replied with an embarrassed clutch of his head, “So, yeah, you don't like clubs? You only tolerate them? Then... why are we here? It's not like I'm having a lot of fun.”

“And that's the problem,”

“What? I don't get it. What are you talking about?”

Ashai didn't answer. Instead, she pulled her cup of alcohol up again, and downed the last bits of it in under a second. Gabriel's eyes doubled in size at the sight of how she easily gulped down the fruity beer, before her red and black eyes slid over towards him.

Now it was his turn.

Ashai approached him, with him slightly pulling back. But this is a hellhound; a species known for how relentless they can be. She gave him no quarter before pouncing atop him, pinning him to the booth with her hands on his chest. Gabriel gasped as she sat on his lap, her stronger, heavier, taller body keeping him trapped to the plush seats beneath them.

“A-Ashai?” he said, while she grabbed his cup of alcohol.

“Open up...” she replied.

Her tone was as flat as always, yet her words carried with it this strength that made her impossible to ignore. She wasn't requesting that he opened his mouth, she was ordering him to do it. And what did Gabriel do?

“Aaaaaaaah...”

He opened his mouth, of course. What? Could he not say 'no' to her?

Shove!

“Nmmph!?”

Glug glug glug glug glug!

Eyes wide, Gabriel felt as pint after pint after pint of alcohol was forcibly shoved down his throat. It was cold, it was thick, it tasted fruity, and damn did it burn. But no matter how much he kicked or struggled, Ashai did not let him move. Her superior body kept him pinned in place, and she kept that cup tipped up. She didn't budge until aaaaaaaalllllll of that was gone. And once not even a single ice cube remained...

“Haaha...”

She pulled the cup away and placed it upon the table behind her. That left Gabriel there, sputtering and choking on the remnants of a drink, his eyes swelling as he swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. The bubbling fire of the alcoholic beverage he just ingested roared throughout his body, and almost instantly began to infect his head.

So when he looked up, his eyes swirling around in his skull, he came face to face with the blurred image of the club around him. And yet – like the world's most beautiful portrait – Ashai's face remained incredibly defined.

“Gabriel...?” said the hellhound.

“Yeeeeeeesssssss...?” he replied.

“Tch. You're such a lightweight...” she commented... before gripping his hand tenderly, “Are you ready to go?”

“Nnggh... go where...?”

She didn't answer him, instead pulling him up onto his stumbling feet. And while his buzzed head was making his ears ring, he was still conscious enough to stand on his feet and move. He followed behind Ashai, who led him on and on and on. They traveled by the blurring bodies of so many people, and walked down a flight of stairs, coming to the club's dance floor.

The music was louder here; thumping and bouncing and pounding against his ears. Maybe all the alcohol had dulled his sense of sound, because it wasn't as loud and obnoxious as Gabriel feared it would be. It was more like a moshpit down here, with so many bodies bumping and grinding against one another, bloated out by darkness and umber lights. And overlooking it all from their stage was a DJ playing his music, while some sultry songbird sat upon his equipment as she overlooked the dancing droves beneath them.

And all Gabriel could focus on was the hellhound before him. He watched her move – slowly at first, but steadily gaining momentum and speed. Her hips swayed from side to side, moving with this almost feline-like grace. Even after all the alcohol, Gabriel's eyes could track Ashai with perfection. Maybe it was because her arms were on his shoulders, keeping him pinned in place. Or maybe that beer had some sort of drug in it, keeping his eyes glued on her body.

And yet – even as Ashai's dancing grew stronger and quicker – the hellhound's face never lost that dull gaze. Her flat eyes, her indifferent frown, the way her face barely even twitched. Ashai had such perfect control over her body, that she could refrain from smiling and laughing, even while doing something 'fun' like dancing.

Fuck was it so enthralling.

Gabriel's feet moved like a clubbed seal. He could barely keep his footing without wanting to fall over. The thing is, he didn't know if he should blame the alcohol for his clumsy footing, or blame something else. He's never been much of a dancer, that much is true, but even while buzzed, he shouldn't be this messy. And that alcohol too; sure, she forced a cup of some fruity beverage down his throat, but it shouldn't affect him this poorly!

Heavens above... no... Hell below, Ashai had some draw over him, something hypnotic and controlling; like the dancing head of a viper. And despite gazing into said viper's fangs, like some stupid mouse, he couldn't help but to come closer.

With one misstep, Gabriel stumbled forward completely. His head rested against her neck and shoulder, while her stalwart body kept him standing upright. Pulling back a bit, he looked up at Ashai, where he paused for a moment too long. The air around her smelled of ash and cinder; an odor that should make his nose curl, but instead drew him in even closer.

“Ashai...” he whispered, making her tilt her head, “What are you...?”

For a moment, the hellhound sat there, pondering his question in his head. She then nodded a few times, before tiling her head at him.

“I am your perfect mate.”

And as the music played in their ears, Ashai moved towards him. Eyes closed shut, lips pursed and head tilted to the side, the hellhound told him everything he needed to know through gesture alone. Instinctively, Gabriel moved forward to meet her, his lips pursed as well. And there in the middle of the club, they kissed.

“Nmmm...”

“Mmmph...”

Perhaps other people noticed them kissing in the club. Perhaps no one cared. Whatever the case may be, Gabriel and Ashai shared a kiss like they were safely in the comfort of their apartment. Eyes closed shut, their lips parted between one another, allowing their tongues to slide into each other's mouths. Tongues ground against tongues, and for the first time, he tasted from her.

It was hot. It was spicy. It was savory. It was perfect.

A moan left Gabriel, one Ashai was quick to eat. The hellhound moaned back, with hers being so much deeper in base; like a professional woman who suffered no fools. But as their kiss continued on, one hand slid down towards his hip, while her other hand slid toward the back of his head. And both hands gave a tight 'Grip!', increasing her hold on him, and pulling him closer against her body.

“Nmmph!?”

A sharp grunt left Gabriel as he was given no room to escape the hellhound. Instead, he felt her perky and athletic body begin to grind against his own. Her pert chest, her curvaceous physique, her taut muscles; all pressed against him. And with her gripping and groping hands, her clutch was impossible to escape from.

It went on and on and on. Time seemed to escape Gabriel. Between the feeling of her body, the possessive grasp of her hands, the taste of her lips and tongue, and the lingering buzz of his alcohol, he couldn't really parse much information. In this moment, all that mattered to him was Ashai.

So when she broke the kiss, pulling away with an audible 'Mfuah', he looked at her like some lost puppy. She looked back with an indifferent gaze, before hooking her finger through the air. Pulling away from Gabriel, Ashai began walking off. Naturally, he began following.

Like before on the city street, bodies parted as the hellhound walked through the crowd of people. He continued stumbling behind her, following, following, following, until they came to a door at the edge of the club. It led into the maintenance shaft of the club, with the both of them slipping through it. This hall was dusty and gray, being a place for workers, not for partiers. Not that Ashai cared, as she continued pushing on until they came to an exit.

They slipped through it, exiting into the alley right outside of the club. One could still hear the music thumping and pounding within, but it was muffled now. Gabriel could also hear the sound of distant cars and their horns, while his gaze remained focused on the hellhound before him. Ashai wasn't too bothered, as she casually turned around to face him while leaning up against the graffiti concrete wall behind her.

That flat face. That flat, indifferent, nonplussed face. As she leaned against the wall behind her, Ashai looked at Gabriel with that trademark indifference of hers. And in return, he moved in himself, placing his hands upon the wall beside her, pinning her to it.

“Ashai...” Gabriel whispered, his buzzed state beginning to subside, “I...?”

“You lack adventure,” the hellhound remarked, “So I'll take it upon myself to help you with that.”

“W-well... I'd say using a dating app is adventurous...” Gabriel replied.

“No. It's even more of a sign of how pathetic you are,” she retorted, before moving in to the point that their noses were touching, “I'll teach you how to be courageous. I see potential in you, my perfect mate. Nmmmm...”

“Mmmph...”

She kissed him again, head tilted to one side and her tongue sliding into his awaiting maw. It swirled and ground against his tongue, drawing moans from the both of them. But as they kissed, she gripped his hand by the wrist. Further and further up she pulled it, bringing the palm of his hand up to her stomach. With her midriff bore, he could feel how smooth and elegant her pale-white fur was. And as his hand traveled up her stomach, he felt every individual curve of her defined abs. Further and further and further up his hand came... until finally stopping upon her chest.

Plap...

“Nmmph...?”

Eyes snapping open, Gabriel pulled back to get a view of what he was doing. His hand was on Ashai's chest, holding and gripping upon one of her pert and perky tits. While her fishnet top and worn shirt was in the way, he could still feel just how spherical and how firm her bosom was. And her tit filled his hand, coaxing him to give an exploratory--

Squeeeeeezzzeeee...

“Hm...”

Ashai barely had a response to him squeezing her breasts. Even as his fingers sank and sank and saaank, she did not flinch, moan, or groan. Her red and black eyes merely looked down at his clutching hand, seeing the veins that visibly protruded upon his flesh, before her gaze looked back up towards his face. And, damn, was he so enthralled. His eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape, the sheer wonder that shone on his face; it must have been a while since he last experienced something like this.

Like a precocious child, Gabriel clinched, squeezed, and groped Ashai through her top. Laxly, the hellhound leaned back against the wall, keeping her chest pushed out for his pleasure, while looking up at him with her trademark indifferent expression. Again, there were no moans, no groans, just idle curiosity at most, and outright nothing at worse.

The same couldn't be said for Gabriel, who began rolling her tit around in taunting little circles. He could feel heat radiate from her flesh and fur, which burned like he was caressing a softly burning fire. And through her clothing, he could feel something begin to stiffen.

Ah...

“Ashai...” he whispered as he looked up towards her face, only for his voice to get caught in his throat.

“Hm? What's wrong?” she replied nonchalantly, “Speak already.”

“I...” he said, before cutting himself off.

His other hand joined in on the fun, with both falling on Ashai's body. One continued to squeeze her tit, while the other gripped possessively at the curve of her hip. He kneaded and groped at her fur, feeling how gentle and smooth it was, before slipping his hand down and under her skirt. Ahhh... the panties she was wearing... they were the same elegant pair of panties he'd seen throughout the door.

“Is this weird...?” he asked as he continued to grope her body, “I mean... y-you and I? U-us out here? I...” he paused and looked around, “Shouldn't we... continue on in my apartment?”

“After victories, we would claim the spoils of war,” said Ashai, cutting him off, “It was not uncommon for many of those spoils to be of the living variety...” she leaned in, her lips hovering next to his ears, “I've indulged myself in a tent surrounded by all of my comrades. A dingy alley like this is of little concern to me.”

Her words floated through Gabriel's head, and replayed ad nauseum. Spoils of war? Tents? Indulgence? A flurry of images surged through his head at that moment, but he sighed and nodded, accepting them.

Yes, yes. She's a demon. He's long since accepted that. Still, he found himself confronted face to face with the reality of the situation. Out here, in this alley, groping the firm and perky tit of a flat-faced hellhound. Despite the insanity of the situation, and the dread her words brought, he could not stop this overwhelming heat from flowing through his body, and igniting something primal within him.

With Ashai next to him, there was nothing he could do to stop her hand. Ah, who is he kidding? Even if she wasn't next to him, there would be nothing he could do to stop her. She was a demonic warrior, after all.

Her hand slid slowly up Gabriel's leg and thigh, where it slid over towards his crotch. Ah, there it was; right between his legs. His thumping, pulsing, throbbing cock. It had swelled to maximum length between his thighs, and ached with the need to be unleashed.

So with a deft hand, Ashai did just that. The flat-faced hellhound slipped her paw along his pitched tent, before gripping the button, and opening his fly. The zipper came next, which she was pulled down eeeveeerrr soooooo slooooowwwlllyyyy. Her hand then slid in, and--

Grip!

“Nghh!?”

Gabriel flinched, nearly buckling to the point that he fell. But with Ashai's presence, he had her for support. Her hand – her warm, smooth, strong hand – had found his cock. With a surprisingly gentle caress, he handled his length, stroking his length and causing more blood to pump through his veins. Eyes closed shut and teeth gritted, he groaned under her touch, while she continued jerking him off.

“Haaha... hhhnn... nmmph...” he groaned, “Ashai...”

“Hm.”

Gripping his length again, the hellhound began pulling it free from the confines of his pants. Another groan was drawn from Gabriel as he felt the cool air of the alleyway grace his sweaty and taut flesh of his throbbing length... not to mention Ashai's warm touch as she palmed his length's bottom. When he looked down, he saw his hard and thick dick stare back at him, causing his gaze to bulge briefly.

“I've... never done this before...” said Gabriel as Ashai pulled her hands back.

“That's the problem,” said the hellhound as she gripped her fishnet top by the bottom, “You lack bravado.”

Pull! Plop-Plop!

Without hesitation, without warning, without a shred of humility, Ashai pulled her top up. With perfect twin bounces of demonic flawlessness, her breasts bounced to freedom. Pale-white fur cradled her chest, broken only by the sight of her hard, rigid nipples. Nipples that were gray in color, and so damn perky.

Gabriel's jaw slightly gaped as he gazed upon Ashai's bust. He had seen glimpses of it in the changing room, yes, but this was his first time seeing her bust in all of their demonic glory. But to gaze upon it forward, seeing its curves, its size, how it swelled with her breathing; he couldn't pull his eyes away!

Ashai had a shapely and doll-like physique, enhanced by her athletic build and voluptuous grace. She wasn't the thiccest, no, but she could easily bend a person over and break them by their back.

Magnetized to her breasts like a moth drawn to a flame, Gabriel placed his hands upon her hips while she casually relaxed against the surface of a dumpster next to her. Pushing out her chest more, the flat-faced hellhound let him explore her body to his heart's content, something he did not hesitate to indulge in.

His palms stroked and groped at her curves and sides, coming all the way up to her tits. He then cupped, gripped, and lifted her breasts, squeezing them into his curious and ravenous hands. His fingers saaaannnk into her firm breasts, while his palms rubbed against her ever rigid nipples. Around and around in circles he began to roll them, his breathing stiffening in awe.

And Ashai?

Occasionally, Gabriel would gaze up, as if seeking some sort of approval from his 'perfect mate'. But, no, of course not. Even with this randy young man groping her tits, Ashai remained as expressionless and emotionless as ever. Maybe her breathing grew stiffer... but even that was difficult to tell.

So Gabriel looked back down, refocusing his attention on toying with the bust before him. Groping her breasts, kneading her breasts, pulling his fingers over to toy, tweak, and pinch her nipples. He even flicked them on occasion, all in an attempt to get some sort of reaction or rise out of Ashai. And as expected, all of his attempts were fruitless; she barely even sighed.

“Are you... enjoying this...?” asked Gabriel, making her head tilt to the side.

“Hm? Why do you ask?” she replied.

“Because... you... you're not even saying anything. No moans, no groans, and you barely move. It's like... you're as stiff as a board...” he answered as he continued groping her tits, “I'm not fumbling, am I?”

“Oh yes, you are fumbling,” she replied with brutal honesty, “But compared to the frightened fumbling of some of my prisoners...” she shrugged her shoulders, “I'll give you a three...”

“Hn... only a three...?”

His somewhat pathetic response drew a genuine smile to Ashai's lips... but it didn't last for long.

Leaning up off of the dumpster, Ashai drew close, pushing her perky breasts up against his chin. Lips pursed, she planted a kiss upon the side of Gabriel's head, followed by another, and another. The sudden showing of affection sent shudders racing through his body, and made his legs shake too. But the hellhound did not stop. She began moving down, kissing the side of his head, then kissing his neck. Further still she kissed, pressing her lips upon his clavicle, while her hands sized upon his chest.

With deft skill and speed, the flat-faced hellhound undid button after button of his shirt. Once more he felt the cool air of the alleyway around them grace his sweaty body, while Ashai squatted before him. Palming his hips, her black and red eyes gazed forward, coming face to face with his throbbing cock.

It was long and thick; a bit longer than average of those she had captured, but not as long and thick as she's ever had. Not to say she was disappointed, however. It had this erotic shape to it, the veins on its sides spread along his shaft, and the bulbous head of his length was red and bright.

Ashai's head would shift from side to side, gazing along his penis, before positioning herself at its tip. Leaning in, her eyes closed shut as her nose pushed up to the tip of his dick. And...

Snnniiiiiiifff!

“Nngh...!?”

She... smelled him? She just smelled him? Her nostrils flared around the head of his cock as she smelled him!? It was a bitter and salty odor, something cooked up by the somewhat hot day they spent outside. All of that sweat had accumulated on his groin, not to mention how his arousal had made him sweat even more. Putting it lightly, his length had been cooking in these pants, and now that odor was wafting towards her nose.

“Mmmmm...”

A rare moan left Ashai as the smell of his length overwhelmed her nose. She then leaned in and gripped his length, clutching it gently, and tipping it towards her face. Leaning up close and closing her eyes, the flat-faced hellhound pursed her lips, and planted a kiss upon his shaft. It twitched within her hold and a sharp gasp was drawn from Gabriel's lips, but she did not stop there.

Chu. Chu. Chu!

The sounds of Ashai's kisses flowed into his ears. He groaned while his legs once again rattled, threatening to make him topple over. But she wouldn't let that happen. Wrapping one arm around his waist, she hugged him close, keeping him standing upright. Her other hand then curled around the base of his cock, holding it stiff and still as she aligned it with her mouth.

“Shlip! Nmmmmmm...”

“Haahahaaa...!”

Ashai pushed down, swallowing his cock down to the halfway mark. She then pulled back up, sliding all the way to the tip. That one gesture alone – brief though it was – drew another erotic groan from Gabriel. The hellhound's ears twitched at the sound of it... and then she went back down.

“Shluk! Nmm. Shlip! Nmm... Slurp! Nmm...”

“Haah...! Nhnghh! Holy shit, Ashai...! Nnggh...!”

Her red and black eyes looked up at him, reading the way his face bent with pleasure. How he moaned, how he groaned, how he shook, and how his clenched teeth occasionally opened to a hanging jaw. They could not be any more different. For even though she had a mouthful of his cock, she remained as indifferent and as flat as ever.

Ashai's head began sliding up and down, pushing around his cock, and surrounding it in her burning hot spit. It oozed along his shaft, coating him, tangling around him, all while her head bobbed up and down at a steady pace. And her tongue? It slicked, swirled, and ground along his shaft, twirling around it; again and again and again. Her tongue then traced along the veins of his cock, running along them like a highway, before coming to a stop at his glands, where she groouuund against him, spreading not only her spit, but also his precum along his glistening cock.

Fuck. How did her mouth feel so good? Ashai's a warrior, right? A hellhound who – by her own admission – has fought and served in her kingdom's campaigns. So how was she so good at sucking cock? Each lick, each suck, each draw on his length, made his legs wobble and drew a groan from his lips. And with each passing second, he came closer and closer to falling over.

“Aahah...!”

But Ashai's arm kept him upright, and when he placed his hand on the dumpster behind her, he further braced himself.

Looking down, Gabriel's eyes met Ashai's, who looked up at him with that flat visage of hers. No twitching, no blushing, no nothing. Occasionally she'd moan and groan, but that's all. She looked at him with the same casual indifference she had throughout their day. Only the occasional clutch from her hands and arms acted like a sign to her inner emotions.

Fuck. The longer this went on, the weaker in the legs he became. Gabriel felt this rising in his balls, one that threatened to spill over. Ashai must have felt it too, because when he looked down at her face again, she raised an eyebrow at him, as if to say...

What? Gonna cum?

Teeth gritted, Gabriel took the initiative with Ashai. She's a hellhound, right? And a dangerous warrior to boot, right? Not only that, but she told him he needed to be more adventurous and courageous! So it's okay if he did this, right?

And by 'this', I mean 'grab her head'.

Treating her twintails like handlebars, Gabriel grabbed one into each hand. And then – overwhelmed with lust and need – he began pumping his hips away at her mouth. His cock pounded between her lips and into his throat, drawing desperate groans from his lips. In and out, his throbbing member carved out her throats, plunging in and retreating with the same speed of a car engine's piston. And with each lewd thrust, each passionate moan, the alleyway was filled with their erotic sounds.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Haaahah...!”

“Hmm...”

Face screwed tight and teeth clinched, Gabriel's steeled cock delved deeper and deeper into Ashai's mouth and throat, while his balls smacked against her chin. Spit and precum spurted from her lips, staining her chin and cheeks, and falling far enough to splatter upon her tits. And as he forced her to deepthroat him again and again, one could see her neck visibly bulge as his cock slammed in deep.

But Ashai never hacked, or wheezed, or whimpered, or whined, or choked in anyway. She continued to look up at him, her face flat and expressionless as she took his cock down her throat. Even the grip she had on him remained strong, letting him have his way with her, and feeling the sheer need that pulsed through his body.

And as his body grew hotter, his taste grew stronger too. She could even feel the ruminations that traveled through his cock and balls, telling him everything she needed to know. Just a little more; a few more thrusts, a few more 'Plaps!', and finally...

“Nnnghh...!”

Glorp! Glorp! Glurrp!

Damn. His orgasms have never been so audible before. And from someone who's rather spirited in his porn indulgence, that's saying something.

His cock undulating, Gabriel fired thick wad after thick wad of cum into Ashai's awaiting mouth. White-hot seed exploded like a bomb, before flowing long and thick like some syrupy river. And for the first time in a long time, Ashai's face shifted.

Her eyes grew wide – briefly, but it was there. Was she stunned by what she felt? By all the cum that flowed from his cock and into her mouth? Or maybe it was the taste that stunned her. How flavorful it was, how thick, how salty and bitter. And – above all – how good it all was. She let it sit in her mouth, held it up with her tongue, before sloooowwwwlllyyyy pulling back with a lewd and loud--

Pop!

There she sat before him, squatting still as she closed her lips to keep all of his cum inside... before finally swallowing it down.

Gabriel was too busy groaning with pleasure, a sliver of drool hanging from his mouth. Staggering before Ashai, he finally returned to reality and looked down. She looked back at him, her face returning to that flat visage it always was as she slowly stood up to her feet. And for several moments, Gabriel sat there, looking at her while his face wilted slightly.

“S-sorry about that,” he apologized, “I... don't know what came over me.”

Ashai tilted her head to the side, her flat face shifting into a frown of annoyance.

“Tch! You don't just fuck a girl's mouth and apologize for it,” she replied, “Take responsibility for your actions. Hmph. That's something else we'll need to work on in the future.”

As Gabriel stewed in place and thought about her words, Ashai's hands slipped under her skirt. Beneath its leather she gripped her panties, and slowly pulled them down her toned and shapely legs. And while he hadn't noticed her remove her underwear, he did notice it when her odor tickled his nose.

It was hot. It was erotic. It was spicy. And it carried with it the toxic fumes that only a fire could emit.

Gabriel looked forward, and came face to face with Ashai's mature and elegant panties. Not to mention the stain that had formed in it from her mounting lust. But before he could comment on it, the hellhound lifted herself up, and sat upon the edge of the dumpster behind her. She then spread her legs and pulled up her skirt, exposing her pussy in all its glory.

There, nestled between pale-white fur, was her moist cunt. And, uniquely, it had this gray color to it, matching with the color of her nipples. Her clear juices also oozed down her folds, where it visibly sizzled as it tracked upon the dumpster's surface.

“Um... Ashai...?” said Gabriel, making her ears and tail twitch.

“Not. Now,” she replied as he looked up to face her.

Finger curling inward, it, along with her flat face, caused him to shake. She didn't tell him what she wanted him to do. She didn't need to tell him what she wanted him to do. The position she had above him and the look in her eyes spoke a thousand words.

Must be a demon thing...

Well... there was no point in pussyfooting around! Gabriel got down before Ashai, his hands gripping her by the waist. Fingers sliding down to her toned thighs, he spread her to spread her legs even further apart. He then looked up at her one more time, to which she tilted her head.

“Just so you know... it's been a while since I last did something like this.”

“Please, stop the presses...”

Wait? Do demons have presses? No, no. Now wasn't the time to ask a thing. He had a hellhound's boiling cunt before him, and dammit, he was going to serve it with gusto! Or as much gusto as a man out of his depth could give.

So Gabriel closed his eyes, opened his mouth, moved in, and--

“Nnnmmm...”

“Hm...”

His tongue dragged along Ashai's folds, stroking from the base to her clit. Her taste bursted upon his tongue, being this musky and flavorful blend of spice, salt, sour, and, oh yeah, carbon monoxide. Surprisingly, it did not make his tongue curl as it probably should have. Quite the opposite. The mixture of flavors actually drew Gabriel in, who ground his face harder against pussy. The more his tongue stroked along her pussy, the hungrier and more courageous he became.

“Mmmmm...”

“Keep going,” said Ashai as she lifted her leg and placed her foot upon his back.

Gabriel obeyed, deepening his cunnilingus. His tongue stroked harder along her pussy as her taste grew more flavorful, and unchecked moans began leaving his lips. Leaning in more, he pushed harder against her moist mound, thrusting and grinding his tongue along her pussy, while Ashai tilted her head.

“You really haven't done this in a while...” the hellhound commented, “I feel the enthusiasm... but you lack finesse. Hm...” she tilted her head the other way, “My clit. Lick and nibble on my clit. You can do that much, can't you?”

Once more, Gabriel obeyed, shifting himself upwards so that he could open his mouth above her clit. Without hesitation, his tongue slicked along the throbbing nub, triggering a light twitch within Ashai's body. He then opened his mouth, and gave a soft 'Bite!' upon the sensitive bump.

“Ngh...! That's better...” said Ashai as she placed her hand on his head, “Keep going.”

Nodding, Gabriel began to clinch and pinch upon the clit with his tough teeth. Left and right he ground against her, sending more jolts through Ashai's body. Finally, she leaned her head back upon the surface of the dumpster, and let a pleasured cry escape her lips. Her hand then slid up, gripping one of her tits where she began rolling it around and around.

“Hnn... see how strong I am?” said Ashai, “Bite me as hard as you can; it won't hurt me. Now then...” Grip! “Your tongue. Stick it inside of me.”

And with that tight grip at the back of his head, not to mention her foot still pressing into his back, she wasn't just ordering him, she was going to force him to do it.

Gabriel shifted himself, angling down just far enough that his tongue could begin prodding at her entrance. And after a few more powerful licks, he finally puuuuussshhhhheeed his tongue into her cunt, feeling her toned labia spread around him. He heard her grunt, whisper something like 'Yes' beneath her breath, while his tongue continued pushing deeper and deeper inside of her.

The pressure of her cunt could not be denied. It pressed and gripped his tongue, damn-near holding him hostage. But as the restrictive pressure of her cunt wrapped around him, his tongue ground along the many folds and ridges within her pussy. And with each stroke and twist of his tongue, her flavor exploded along his palette, coaxing more moans from his throat which reverberated through her body.

He was eating her out like a man possessed. Licking and kissing and stroking and nibbling; all without end. And as he ate her out, Ashai's chest swelled and expanded, her breasts wobbling until she finally released her hold on herself.

“Fuuuuh... Stop.”

And Gabriel's eyes grew wide.

With her grip on the back of his head, Ashai pulled him back. Bridges of spit and pussy juices hung from his mouth to her cunt, up until she pulled so far away that they snapped. For several moments he panted, before looking down towards his throbbing length. After all that pussy-eating, his length had gotten hard once again. Now it ached him, needing to be released. And Ashai?

The hellhound looked down at him with her expressionless visage, her red and black eyes locked on his member. Okay then.

Hopping off the dumpster, Ashai spread her legs just enough to expose her moist mound. Forming a 'v' with her fingers, she placed her hand upon her cunt and spread it apart, exposing the deep, moist, burning depths of her gray pussy. Juices oozed between the tunnel and slicked down her thigh, glowing bright.

With eyes wide, mouth closed and cheeks red, Gabriel watched as Ashai's middle finger slicked and slid along her cunt. She spread her juices around tenderly, before prodding at her cunt... and sliding her digit inside. For a moment he watched her body stiffen, but only for a moment as casually fingered her cunt. And, of course, she did it all without flinching, or moaning, or groaning, or doing anything that might show pleasure.

Shlip!

Her finger then slid out, and she looked Gabriel in the eye, causing him to do likewise.

“Closer,” she said, a light order he obeyed.

Placing his hands upon her hips, he gripped her tenderly while looking into her red and black eyes. She gazed back with that nonchalant face of hers, before bringing into view her nectar-drenched finger. Her lips moved again.

“Open.”

And again, he obeyed.

Push!

“Nmmm...”

Gabriel's eyes closed shut as Ashai's finger slid into his awaiting mouth. Even though he just had his tongue in her pussy, tasting her nectar off of her finger brought a new sensation. He moaned as her middle finger and claw graced his tongue with this effortless gentleness, and got lost in the pleasure. Well... until the hellhound's hand slid between his legs and gripped his cock.

“Nghh...” he grunted, eyes opening.

“Keep. Sucking,” she ordered, her fingers coiling around his shaft.

Gabriel nodded, doing as he was told while her hand gripped his cock harder. Back and forth she stroked him, drawing grunts from his lips and making his legs shake. But Ashai tilted her head at him and closed her eyes...

Zwoooooshh...

Ya'know, aside from how she climbed through his TV last night, and the brief showings of demonic power in the changing room, there wasn't much about Ashai that screamed 'hellhound', was there? Even her black and red eyes – the aspect of her that was most demonic – could be hand waved as mere eye problems.

But this? This was different. For flowing from Ashai's eyes were two streams of flames. They shook and quivered through the air, magically attached to her face. And despite the fact that it was, ya'know, fire, Gabriel was not frightened, nor was he burned. Instead, he did what was probably the stupidest thing he could have done; raise his hand and touch her fire.

“Hmm...?”

It didn't burn him.

“Did you want me to burn you?” she asked... though, with her tone, it was difficult to tell if she had read that thought in his mind or not.

Pulling her hand back, Ashai drew her finger from his mouth. Her other hand then gripped his cock tight, and pointed it up with her pussy. A shuddering groan escaped Gabriel as he felt the head of his dick press up against her pussy, making his legs quake. And she kept pushing him, just enough for him to get the hint, before she pulled back to relax against the dumpster behind her.

“Do it. Fuck me.”

Her face was flat, her tone was flat too, and yet this situation was so damn hot! And, no, not because her body was literally on fire! Like, damn, he didn't know who Mother Umbra and Queen Iris were, but they knew their shit when it came to 'perfect mates'.

Push!

“Aaahh!”

“Hm.”

With one thrust, Gabriel's cock plunged into Ashai's folds. And only one word ran through his head.

HOT! HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT! HOOOOOTTTT!!!

Like, fucking hell, her pussy was a fucking volcano! It gripped and wrapped around his dick, while burning to the point that it should scald, if not outright burn his flesh! But it didn't. Even as he sank every inch of his dick inside of her, Gabriel felt no pain. Maybe slight discomfort here and there, yeah, but pain? Nooooooo.

Before he knew it, he had buried every inch of his dick inside of her. With a vice-like grip, her cunt clung to him, outright refusing to let go. And leaning forward, he placed both hands upon the dumpster behind her, gripping it for support as if fearing his legs would give out. Ashai tilted her head at him, even raised an eyebrow, while Gabriel swore he was melting.

“Fuck...! Nggh... you're so hot... and tight...!” he groaned, to which her ears twitched.

“Are you praising me?” she replied as if she currently didn't have his dick buried in her snatch, “Go ahead. Start fucking me already.”

Well, Gabriel didn't need to be told twice!

Gripping hard upon one of the dumpster's handle bars and gritting his teeth, the young man began thrusting upwards into Ashai's pussy, pounding into her cunt with all the force his hips could give. And it became immediately clear to the hellhound that he was not a man who had a lot of sex. His thrusts were strong but uneven, with some being overbearing, others being shallow, and a lot of them being somewhere in the middle. He also lacked any style or finesse, merely swinging back and forth like some desperate monkey.

And yet....

“Hm...?”

Ashai's eyebrow raised up.

Was she... feeling... good? Was this pleasure that raced through her? It arose from her cunt, and flowed through her body; all the way up to her brain. A visible shudder even surged through her body, with her tail twitching. And all she could think was; Why?

Why did this feel so good? He was just some pathetic human guy that Mother Umbra and Queen Iris told her would be perfect for him. And while she never doubted their authority, she couldn't help but to feel that Gabriel was proving himself as being rather lackluster. But now as his cock carved its way through her pussy, her closed lips lightly pursed as a light panting noise could be heard escaping her.

It's like his cock was grinding and punching every one of her weakspots, all at once. Whether it be the nerves at the back, or the very entrance at the front, Gabriel's cock was long and thick enough to make her quake with pleasure. And though she remained stiff and nonchalant throughout the day, Ashai's defenses were beginning to break down.

“Fuuuh...”

Tipping her head back and closing her eyes, a reluctant moan escaped the hellhound. Gabriel's thrusts had only grown stronger and more frequent the longer this went on. A subtle quake was sent upwards through Ashai's body, making her pert and perky tits bounce on her chest, and her tail began to... wag? It was subtle, but noticeable.

Not to Gabriel, though.

Teeth clinched and eyes screwed shut, the young man focused on his desperate thrusting, the texture of her cunt, the overwhelming heat, and his ever approaching orgasm. His cock was tightening further in her snatch, something both he and her felt, and his balls were beginning to churn. Despite having pumped his seed down her throat, he could tell that this next orgasm was going to be a big one.

Faster, faster, faster still! Bringing over his hands, he placed both upon Ashai's hips, holding her in place. His dick continued pounding into her cunt now, acting like a steel rivet driving nails into the earth. And even though her moans rarely got higher than a few decibels, the hellhound's eyes screwed shut, she gritted her teeth, and she braced herself like she was preparing to get slapped. Her tight cunt was clinching around him, almost refusing to let go, while the flames that flowed from her eyes started to twitch and scatter.

Huh... if one paid close enough attention, they'd see those flames would occasionally take the form of hearts.

Harder and harder, more and more. His cock pounded into her pussy like he was trying to shake the earth! And as the sounds of their heated coupling pierced the relative silence of the alleyway and reached her ears, Ashai's mouth opened up and--

“Aaah...!”

Fwooosh!

A plume of fire flowed through the air. Right in time with--

Glorp! Glorp! Glurp!

For a change, something hot and thick was being pumped into her, as opposed to flowing outside of her. Gabriel's dick erupted in Ashai's pussy, shooting his seed deep into her snatch that rushed to paint and plaster every inch of her greedy cunt. The hellhound stood there, becoming as stiff as a board... save for a few twitches here and there. On a finite level, she felt every blast of Gabriel's voluminous spunk as it filled her and her womb, even to the point that cum began streaking down her thigh. It was so deep and so copious, that her gray walls were painted a hot-white.

For Ashai, was it the greatest fuck of her life? Far from it. But would it get there after a few months, if not years of training? Of course it was. As for Gabriel, well, not only was it the best fuck of his life, it was easily the most draining.

“Gghh...”

Slowly, he pulled back with his hips, his cock sliding out of Ashai's spent folds. Cum came gushing out of her gray cunt and trickling upon the floor, while also making a mess of her inner thighs. And as his dick flopped and hung in the air, Gabriel looked down towards his handiwork, his face turning pale with realization.

Wait... can humans and demons... ya'know... breed? They certainly could in all those porn stories he reads! But before he could ask that question, he looked up towards Ashai's face, and the grin she wore on her lips.

A grin? And a saucy one at that? Why was this face scarier than the flat, expressionless visage she wore through the day?

“Um... A-Ashai...?” he whimpered.

“Adequate,” she said... before leaning in and pressing her nose against his, “But it can be so much better.”

“Uh... o-okay...?”

“Not 'okay',” said Ashai, her red and black eyes sharpening, “It's 'Yes ma'am'. I'm going to put you through the ringer, darling.”

“Oh man... mmph!?

…

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

“Keep going, Gabriel. We are almost there.”

“Huff huff huff!”

When was the last time he went to the park? And, no, he doesn't mean 'When's the last time he walked through the park'. When was the last time he went to the park for a reason other than traveling idly through it? When's the last time he went to the park just to enjoy himself?

Even better question, when's the last time he went for a jog?

Alternating, back and forth, Gabriel jogged through the central path of the local park. Benches lined the walkway, trees were trees one way, a lake the other, and in front of him, keeping up the pace and staying just out of reach, was--

“Ashai! Haaah...! Can we please take five? We've been running damn-near all morning!”

“Tch...”

The hellhound looked over her shoulder towards her perfect mate, this less than enthused expression on her face. By comparison, Gabriel's face was puffy and red, sweat dripped from his brow, and he looked like he was going to fall over if he didn't get some rest. It was annoying... but let it be known that Ashai was nothing if not charitable.

“Fine, Gabriel,” said the hellhound as she came to a sudden stop, causing him to-- “Nmph!?”

Rush face first into her back.

Gabriel wobbled in place, his eyes dazed and face stunned as he stepped backwards. Coming to a nearby bench, he sat upon it and rubbed his head... before closing his eyes and taking a deep, deep breath. Oooh, it felt so good being off his feet.

When Ashai woke him up that morning, he was confused. This was his off day, so why did he need to get up? He wanted to sleep in. Unfortunately for him, 'sleep in' was no longer a luxury he could afford, not with this military girl now living with him.

Palming his head, Gabriel leaned back against the bench as he desperately panted for breath. He didn't even open his eyes when he heard Ashai walk closer. It wasn't until she--

“Hm...”

Sat down next to him, that he finally opened up an eye just to look at her. She looked back, annoyed and unamused by his desperate breathing.

“You can't handle a little running?” asked Ashai, to which he shook his head.

“I don't know what this is, but it's nothing approaching 'little',” Gabriel replied whilst leaning over, “Fuuuuuuh... Is this really necessary? I haven't gone jogging since high school.”

“That's not the victory you think it is,” said the hellhound, “Quite the opposite. It's sad that you care so little about your physical well-being that you haven't gone jogging in years.”

“Ouch... but... fair...”

Reclining on the bench once again, Gabriel gazed forward towards the lake before him. So this is it, huh? Is this his life now? Living with this hellhound he summoned through a demonic dating app? Well, he could imagine worse ways to live his life.

But it did bring to mind a question he had been burning to ask for a while now. That being the fate of, well, ya'know... his immortal soul! Seriously, the app said the payment required was his soul, right? So... where did it go? So far, he didn't feel any different now that he was... soulless.

Heh heh...

That question bounced around in Gabriel's head, leaving him to wonder if he had made the dumbest mistake of his life. But when he looked over towards Ashai, and gazed upon her stout and statuesque appearance as she stared towards the lake, he realized that... it didn't matter. So what if he gave up his soul? In return, he got his perfect mate. Could that ever be a mistake?

He didn't think so.

Leaning over, Gabriel rested his head against Ashai, who rested her head against his in return. And for the next few moments, the two perfect mates sat there in an unholy union, gazing at the lake as they did so.

“So...” said Gabriel, “How are you enjoying Earth?”

Ashai looked over at him.

“It is... adequate...”