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Dante X Lady

WARNINGS: NSFW, Smut, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, casual sex

Dante had every reason to feel good. He’d put a stop to Arkham, he saved the world, got some sweet new toys in the form of Devil Arms, and he’d finally got his shop established; name and all.

Yet, despite it all… he was still depressed…

For all of his best efforts, he’d still lost his brother, his only living family to the underworld. He and Vergil had always been different. They had always butt heads, tried to kill each other. But, when the chips were down, they’d shown that they could come together to destroy a greater evil.

If only Vergil could look past his petty pursuit of power, the two brothers could’ve remained family…

Now, Dante sat alone in his office, nothing but a silent phone, a bottle of beer, and a picture of his beloved mother on his desk.

He folded his arms behind his head, kicked his feet up on his desktop and leaned back in his chair. A rough sigh escaped his throat. He really could use a job right now, a break from this boring silent interlude.

Just as he closed his eyes, the front door to his office opened. He looked, smiling warmly at what he saw.

The woman of that night, the other half of his misadventure. A firecracker of a young lady. She had mismatched eyes; red and blue, and short black hair. Her outfit was like that of a schoolgirls, despite her being almost twenty years old. An odd style but… endearing.

“Hey.” she said calmly, stepping into the half-devil’s office.

“What’s kicking little chicken?” Dante said, eyes barely visible behind his bangs. He brought his arms from behind his head and folded them over his chest.

“I ever tell you how corny your jokes are?” Lady looked around the office, eyeing the pool table, jukebox, and various weapons hanging on the walls, “Nice set up you got here.”

Dante shrugged, “I’m not one for decorating but, I tried. So, what brings you to my lovely abode?”

Lady stopped at the other side of Dante’s desk. For a moment she didn’t say anything. Her mismatched eyes looked around the office, as if she were thinking. She then stared at him, “A thanks.”

Dante raised an eyebrow.

Lady didn’t answer him immediately. She turned her back to him, “I couldn’t stop my father… I know that. All of these years I spent searching for him; training myself, honing my skills to kill him… I wouldn’t have been able to pull it off. If not physically… emotionally.” Lady sat down on his desk, her back to him, “The bastard’s gone now, as he should be. But, it didn’t really occur to me until now… how alone I really was.”

The young woman was a hardened and strong badass, but Dante could tell she was in a vulnerable and emotional state. At the end of the day, evil or not, Arkham was her father, and Lady had lost him… that, he could relate.

He got up from his seat, and sat next to her on the flat of the wooden desk.

Neither of the young adults looked to each other, both staring out at the front door of the office, “Yeah, I know how you feel…” Dante said, “I had to leave my brother behind in the underworld. I don’t know if he’s dead. I don’t know if he’s alive. I don’t know what he’s going through right now.” he’d done what he could to block out the mental images of his brother… all alone in hell surrounded by demons trying to kill him. Dante knew first hand how tough Vergil was, but there were limits to what either of them could handle on their own.

“Aren’t you empathetic .” Lady said.

Shrugging, Dante smiled, “I’m just that kind of Devil, remember.”

Lady stared at him, “Right.”

“Between you and me," Dante brushed a bang out of his eyes, "I should apologize.” Lady’s eyes squinted, hearing the Spardason out, “I should’ve never let you finish that job.” he shook his head.

“That wasn’t your call to make.” Lady said.

“No one should have to live with killing their own father on their conscience.” Dante said, voice serious and lacking his usual mellow tone, “After experiencing the type of pain that comes with losing family… I decided the reason I fight is so others won’t have to feel that, by their own hand or otherwise..” Dante prepared to get up from the desk, but a grip on his jacket kept him from moving. He looked down at Lady, the woman looking at him with a curious gaze. It was as if she were studying him.

She pulled him back towards her, her face leaning into his. Dante smiled and obliged, leaning in to close the distance. His eyes widened as Lady bit down on his bottom lip, not painfully, but firmly enough to surprise him. Her right arm wrapped around Dante’s neck, her left hand sliding into his red jacket and pulling it down from the back.

“Ski-in’ -irst -ase and going straight to third?” Dante joked, unable to move his bottom lip from Lady’s teeth.

Releasing Dante’s lip, she squinted at him, “ Just shut up... ” her lips brushed against his as she spoke, “ before you turn me off, ” their lips crashed together in a very passionate, and almost hungry kiss. The two demon killers were in sync, at the same time opening their mouths to french. Wet sounds of lips smacking echoed in their ears. There was a hint of beer in Dante’s breath, Lady noticed. A showing of what his diet had been as of late.

He may have needed this as much as she did...

The feeling of their tongues against each other drove them deeper into their primal urges, Dante shedding his red trench-coat while Lady aggressively put her hands under his black undershirt, the feeling of the tight muscles underneath the fabric making her overly eager. She pulled the tight black shirt up and off him, breaking their kiss for only a second.

Dante returned in kind, putting one hand firmly on Lady’s throat while he slipped a finger in between her exposed cleavage, smoothly popping the buttons of her white top. Lady’s cheeks were flushed red with lust, her mismatched eyes deepening as she pulled back, looking Dante into his ocean blue eyes.

Her bare breasts were exposed, the cool air of the office hardening her nipples.

They were larger than Dante expected, the release of the restraining shirt against them allowing the mounds of flesh to jut freely. She put her hands on his shoulders, guiding them down to his chest and to his abs, feeling every convex of muscle. The woman grabbed Dante’s free hand, and put it on her tit. He firmly groped and massaged it, his index and middle fingers pinching her nipple. The demon’s right hand guided its way slowly to the small of Lady’s back, his almost trademark smirk crossing his face, “No bra? I’m starting to think you came here with a plan.”

“Ugh, just shut up and fuck me.” she and Dante made quick work of his belt, unfastening and pulling his cock out. Lady eyed his love organ, gasping “Shit, I’m actually impressed.” she spread her legs, Dante reaching in and ripping the thin piece of black fabric underneath her skirt,

“Why ya so surprised? I thought I just oozed big dick energy.” Dante joked, leaning back from Lady. Her red face made the light scar across her nose ever more prevalent. The half-devil's fingers grazed the soft flesh of her inner thighs, allowing himself a foretaste of the warmth of her core. His thumb stroked the lips of Lady's pussy, the fiery young woman's legs shaking from the act.

“I was starting to think the lady-killer-wannabe attitude was just you compensating for something.” Lady breathed. She leaned back on the desk, her chest heaving as Dante's thumb worked circles against her clit.

A loud squeal ripped from Lady's throat as Dante thrust two fingers into her cunt. His fingers worked rapidly inside her, Lady's moans quickening before she yowled loudly, her thighs clenching as she came around Dante's hand.

Wrapping both arms around his neck, Lady pulled Dante in close, resting her chin on his shoulder and sighing heavily as Dante grabbed her by her waist with his wet fingers. He thrust into her, earning him a squeal from his partner. His thrusts started slow, before quickly building up a rhythm that had Dante grunting, and Lady panting and gasping in euphoria.

"Not... bad, demon." Lady panted, "Guess you're good for... more than one thing."

“Careful,” Dante growled huskily, ready to thoroughly ravage the velvety cavern behind her tight moist lips “You get mean, I might get rough.”

With her arms around his neck, and her legs around his back, Lady used him to keep herself steady, she herself meeting his thrusts halfway, “That supposed to be a threat?” she said between labored huffs.

Beads of sweat quickly built up over the woman’s milky skin, the street lights shining in through the office window from the outside making her skin glow.

Lady pressed kisses to Dante’s collarbone, then his neck, and then trailed up to his chin and back to his lips in another wet and carnal kiss. A rough groan escaped her throat and into Dante’s mouth as the son of Sparda pushed her back flat onto the table. He broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting the two lovers. As Dante stood back up straight, he let his hands glide down Lady’s thighs, his fingers brushing the ‘X’ shaped scar on her upper thigh, a leftover of her encounter with her father.

The young demon thrust into Lady faster and harder, the top of his thighs leaving the bottom of hers with red marks on collision. Lady’s moans were now rapid and rhythmic, her back and ass cheeks leaving Dante’s desk slick with her sweat. Through the waves of passion surging her body and clouding her mind, the daughter of Arkham couldn't help but feel as if she were doing something taboo. She'd sworn to kill every last demon, and here she was fucking one.

Wrong or not, she didn't give a damn. This felt good, and she would lose herself in it.

Wanting to feel more of his length, the daughter of Arkham put her legs up on Dante’s shoulders, the son of Sparda now furiously pounding her through her skirt; the sounds of moans, groans, and sweaty flesh clapping together filling the office, “G-God, yes, faster! Fuck! Harder! Fill me up you fucking demon prick !” his massive balls slammed up against her asshole, making it pucker itself in want.

The half-devil looked down at Lady, the young woman staring at him with lust filled eyes as she bit her finger.

Dante wrapped an arm around Lady’s waist and hoisted her up, thrusting into her as he carried her, earning him high pitched yelps and cries of pleasure. She grabbed his shoulders tightly out of instinct. Lady’s vaginal fluids leaked down his dick and scrotum, soaking his pubes and streaming down his thighs. His mouth went to her left tit, ravaging the creamy soft flesh with his mouth in an animalistic fervor, circling his tongue over her nipple.

Lady’s fingers grabbed into Dante’s hair, pulling at the white locks as she came closer to release, “Guh, oh shit, yes!” her grip was beginning to slip.

Dante grunted and groaned, Lady’s slick and bumpy insides massaging his veiny love rod. His dick began to twitch; the lewd sounds of their flesh, the smell of Lady’s muff, her soft sighs and cries coupling with her warm insides driving Dante to climax.

A loud grunt ripped from Dante’s throat, his hot seed spilling into Lady’s leaking hot orifice. The sudden splash of demon seed to her insides made the vixen squeal out, pushing her to a quivering orgasm as well. Her cunt squeezed tight and her legs shook, her mismatched eyes widening as her breath labored. Dante held her tighter as her grip on his shoulders released, keeping her from falling to the floor.

Lady’s look of bliss turned to one of anger as the high of her climax waned.

She pushed herself off Dante, crossing her arms over her bare chest, “Ugh, you could have warned me! Asshole!” She felt the warmth of his load weighing in her box.

Dante chuckled, pushing his sweat soaked hair out of his eyes. “Why spoil a surprise? Besides, I don’t remember getting much warning when ya shot a rocket at me. Call us even.” He couldn’t help but look sideways at the bit of lovejuice leaking down Lady’s thigh.

“You are such a douchebag.” Lady rolled her eyes, putting her shirt back on.

Dante pulled up his pants but stood shirtless. He and Lady stood looking at each other. “So,” Dante folded his arms, “elephant in the room… this gonna be a regular thing or…”

“Hm, not likely.” Lady said, walking towards Dante’s bathroom. She stopped to pass him a side glance and a sly smirk, “But, you show me a little more of that compassionate side of yours, I might let you get lucky now and again.”

Dante huffed and smiled as she disappeared behind his bathroom door, “I can live with that.”

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