Hell's Guard, A Doom-Mates story [SMUT]

> Tripacolendias
> You call her Trips.
> One of the so called 'Hell Guardians' that came over to Mars in the wake of The Slayer.
> Unlike many demons, including other Guardians, Trips didn't go in for humanification.
> Instead she had her outer shell streamlined and then commissioned a suit of body armour to further augment the bio-mechanical shell.
> She also had some streamlining done to her actual body. Literal streamlining along with some cosmetics, massive alterations to give her tail serious manual dexterity and a pair of actual eyes on her head instead of groups of huge photo sensors.
> In your somewhat biased opinion she is the baddest dude and sexiest lady on Mars.

> You'd gotten off shift a little later than normal and were somewhat surprised not to find Trips waiting for you; she normally finishes earlier than you.
> Just as you made the decision to check for phone for a message a pair of broad hands swept you into the air, startling a cry from you.
> "Whoa!"
> To your relief you found yourself sitting on a familiar shoulder with a hand wrapped loosely around your lower legs.
> "Hey there, let's get home."
> There's a teasing note in her voice and she rubs a thumb up and down your thigh a couple of times.
> You know she's savouring the shivers that provoked.
> But this is a little forwards, even for Trips.
> Something has put her in a seriously good mood.
> She sets of with ground eating stride and before you know it you are home in the apartment you share.
> At the door Trips almost doesn't want to let you go, but sacrifices have to be made for the sake of getting inside with your head intact.
> You head into the kitchen to down a glass of water while Trips parks her shell in it's alcove.
> She then joins on you the living room and you reach out an arm to help her up to you.
> Taking the assistance she surges up and wraps herself around your shoulders and chest.
> "Sooo, what put you in such a good mood?"
> She nestles her head into the base of your neck and doesn't reply for a long moment.
> "...they're promoting me."
> "Really?!"
> "Yes. I'm being put in charge of security for the cold labs. They pay isn't that much more but the perks are very nice."
> "Aaaa! That's awesome!"
> You bring your arms up for a hug and Trips flexes, returning the affection.
> You stay that way for a moment or so, basking in the shared happiness, before you feel her tail moving down your chest.
> At your gasp she stops, rearing back, head down, eyes looking up into yours, asking for permission.
> You press a kiss to her quadpartate lips and shift forwards to strip off your clothes.
> Once you settle back down she returns to caressing you.
> Ever so slowly she makes her way down, delighting in the friction of skin on skin.
> By the time she reaches your crotch you've already past half mast.
> Damn but she knows exactly how to get a rise from you, ha ha.
> You don't bother to suppress a groan has her sinfully delightful tail wraps around your length.
> Trips starts to pump with a slow speed and firm pressure.
> You bend down for another kiss. This time slipping your tongue past her lips, tasting her almost sweet almost sour flavour as you press against with her inner jaws.
> The four small flaps playfully snap closed around your tongue and she sucks at it in time with her tail's pumping.
> Eventually you come up for air, feeling a little dizzy and not just from the lack of oxygen.
> "I think that's enough foreplay."
> Trips snakes her way downwards, trailing wet kisses as she goes.
> Her lower body and tail hang across your legs as she positions herself in front of your loins.
> "Are you ready?"
> You cannot keep the grin off your face.
> "Oh yes."
> With agonising slowness she inches forwards.
> As her lips make contact with your head you feel a tingle spread across your body.
> It spreads outwards to the tips to your fingers and toes, rolling up your neck and encompassing your head.
> And the tingles fade into warmth as Trips finishes syncing up your nervous systems.
> The feedback sends every sensation into sharp relief, even as your eyes go blank form the feeling.
> She continues her torturous decent down your length. Each inch slowly engulfed by warm wetness.
> Halfway down you feel her inner jaws kiss against your head then wrap around it, engulfing you twice over in soft, slick flesh.
> Finally her lips reach your base and you sigh with content.
> And then Trips starts to move.
> She starts with short little pumps that drag her inner jaws across the sensitive ridge of your head.
> Then come the twists, smoothly working the entire girth of you with each stroke.
> With well practised moves she presses her mobile lips against every sweet spot you have.
> Even without the sync setting your nerves alight with pleasure you wouldn't last long against this assault.
> Feeling your swiftly building arousal, Trips stops and opens her mouth wide.
> You have just enough time to look down and see her coiling like a snake before she slams forwards, sheathing you completely in her throat.
> Sucking noises fill the air as she pulls back to your very tip then slams back in to meet your crotch with a wet slap.
> You can feel every bump and ridge in her throat in perfect synchronised detail as they are dragged across your throbbing meat.
> With each stroke Trips speeds up, her own lust driving her on.
> Pleasure burns in you, higher and higher with each pump of her sinfully slick throat.
> And then it's too much and you explode into her throat, thick white ropes painting her insides.
> You can feel Trips through the sync as she rides out her own orgasm, her long body shuddering on your bare legs.
> It takes you both minutes to come down.
> As you do Trips gentle suckles on you, cleaning of any leftovers and making you shudder as her soft lips caress your sensitive flesh.
> Falling back onto the couch you feel the sync fade as Trips slithers up to rest on your chest.
> You bend your face to hers and share a loving kiss.
> "That was amazing, honey."
> She makes a soft noise of happiness.
> You close your eyes and both drift of into a blissful nap.