A new short one shot from me :) just a little Dante x OC smut for those perverts out there.

WARNING: This does contain humanform!Demoness x Trigger!Dante loving as there isn't enough of it, and Dante does get a little... Wild during it, so if you don't like, don't read (it also contains naughty words like...*whispers* dick.) Reviews are always appreciated, flames are laughed at and discarded.

I also apologise for any grammatical/ spelling errors, as my IOS7 hates me -_-#
DSH

It was no secret that Dante lusted after his new demonic helper. She was a spitfire like most of the females that kept him company - speaking of one busty blonde mother look-a-like and a heterogeneous eyed hot human woman - and just like them, she was not interested in him whatsoever. In fact, Lady, Trish and Tempest had ganged up on him to get him back for his seductive behaviour that had most woman sweating up a storm and dripping with lust. Not these three. Tempest had secured a chastity belt and Lady had fitted it whilst the two demonesses held him down. Did it work? No, but they got some amusement out of it, snickering and spluttering as Dante tried to go to the bathroom with the metal contraption wrapped around his dick. Tempest had not seen anything so hilarious in the time she had been away from Mundus' rule, at least until Dante's cerulean eyes bled to red and he snarled, tearing the belt away from himself - almost taking Dante Jr. With it - and finally relieving himself.

Even now, after that incident, the demon hunter was determined to get her under him, above him, in front of him. She was a hot demon, and he meant that literally - her demonic powers resided over most elements to an extent, of course, none of that all powerful nonsense, hell, half the time she couldn't even get the element she wanted; only electricity obeyed her thanks to Trish... However, the shocks packed quite a punch whenever he was brazen enough to chance a grab at her ass, the first time, he had been genuinely incapacitated for half an hour, still spasming from the powerful electrical charge. Did that stop him? No, it tempted him further. He continued to grab her ass, steeling himself for the punishments which came less frequently now, hence that he was thinking he was lucking out. This was not the case however, the demoness had simply gotten used to the gropes. Now she would simply flick her bronze hair at him and continue on her on way.

Speaking of which, Dante mused, glancing over at the female who was perched on his couch, picking dried flakes of blood from the grooves of her sword, which were usually used to contain cotton soaked in deadly poisons. Now they just irritated her, black demon blood falling to the floor in lumpy, foul-smelling globs. Her hair curled to her waist, beautiful copper and bronze, that glimmered like molten gold in the sun, or like a newly minted penny in the lunar glow. Her skin was not pale as his was, but rather like shimmering Caramel. Her eyes were the same, beautiful amber in her human form, but they changed to the most wonderful shade of red when she triggered, like the colour of fresh strawberries, he chuckled quietly.

"What's so funny?" She asked, her eyes remaining on her work, her rich, slightly accented voice ringing through the room. He had once heard her tales of almost marrying Vlad the Impaler and had assumed that she originated from - or at least, had lived a while in - Romania. He never answered her, continuing his visual undressing of those fine breasts, unbuttoning the short sleeved black sleeved silken shirt that was stretched tight around her glorious bust, hanging slack over her curvy waist, then the denim shorts that wrapped around her glorious chunky thighs - not thin, she was a sturdy woman - then those endless, muscular legs and booted feet.

The son of Sparda was more than a little surprised to have had Snakebite - her sword - embedded through his chest, pinning him to his chair faster than he could say "one hell of a party!" Blinking quickly, he glanced up to see the demoness in front of him, swirling red eyes glowing with pure demonic power, crackling with demonic lightning, whilst other parts of her were alight with dancing flames, others dripping water, her horns sprouting from her head as she began to trigger. Dante grinned at her, nodding to the door, where moonlight poured in from. This was the usual routine - go outside, beat the shit out of each other so they didn't wreck the store, watch as Trish and Lady placed bets, Then they would order a pizza and collapse on the sofa, watching whatever crap was on the tv at the time. A few easy strides and Dante was out the door, in the street with Rebellion already in his hand, a plan in his mind. Tonight would be the night that he had his hands on that sweet babe for sure, his mouth already watering at the thought of tasting her, demon side awakening, gazing at her with lustful wildness. It brought out something feral in him, something that couldn't be human if he had wanted it to be. But then, she couldn't be either.

She was right behind him, swinging Snakebite in a wide arc that clashed with Rebellion, shooting sparks across the battlefield. Muscles shook with the force that each exerted on the other, swords heating up to glow red as a snarling demoness met Dante eye to eye, teeth bared, saliva trickling down her chin as she lost her humanity and triggered. Her sword slipped and Rebellion crashed into her body, tossing her back a few feet, but rebounding from her hard demon armour. She couldn't hold this form as long as she would have liked, but hopefully it was long enough to beat him to a pulp then call dinner. Laughing gleefully, she abandoned her sword, coppery armour glimmering with long silver claws unsheathing from her hands, flexing and glinting in the moonlight. Lady and Trish had exited the store now, surprised to see the demoness having already lost her cool - it usually took a kiss for that.

"Twenty on Tem," Lady muttered under her breath, Dante sparing her a glare as the demoness rained blow after brutal blow down on him, claws clashing with his sword, her long tail whipping around her, striking out at him as he grabbed it, pulling hard until she shrieked, pulling away and holding the injured limb as it whipped around in pain. Growling softly at him, she bared her fangs once again, but did she realise yet that she was only turning him on? That he was barely holding back his own demon? Willing himself to hold on a bit longer, even as his erection strained against his jeans, he kept his control, pushing back all that hunger for her as he blocked the next swipe.

Trish grimaced at her friend, "Hate to say Lady, but I'm putting my money on devil boy today, she's exhausting herself," it was true, even as the demoness howled in fury, the cry no doubt summoning nightmares into the heads of poor children, she was clearly tiring, her strikes inconsistent and weaker now, Rebellion driving her back. As she moved in for a killing blow, her mouth open wide, trying to clamp her jaws around Dante, she fell out of her trigger halfway through the leap, only barely missing being impaled by the devil hunters sword.

God-DAMMIT. I was so close, so fucking close to ripping out the bastards throat! Damn this weak body! It would have never happened in Hell! Even as I tried to stagger to my unsteady feet, I could feel Dantes eyes upon me, mocking my weakness, so I played my final card, allowing tears to fall from my eyes, bloody and crimson - the tears of a demon. Any male would comfort a female in need, or upset, even though we were naturally brutish creatures, the possessive need could be manipulated to a T, and I knew that Dante wanted me. There was the clanging of a sword as he approached, kneeling to lift my chin to look up at him - and that's when I attacked - my teeth going straight for his throat, claws embedding themselves into his arms, mouth gnawing at the thick muscle and... Scaling? Of his flesh. Ah, he had triggered. Shit.

The demon above me purred, and vaguely somewhere I could hear Trish and Lady shouting at me, something about not letting him mark me, but I was oblivious, watching that human-demon face, with its vermillion scaling and rich crimson eyes, glowing eerily at me. My teeth sunk in further, but they were human teeth and weren't doing as much damage as I could have hoped. Instead, the demon simply laughed - a dark, deep, rolling sound that made my heart beat faster in fear - and scooped me up, ignoring the diminutive scorching blast of flames that left from me, followed by a healthy dose of electricity. He simply grinned at me, continuing on his merry way.

As Trish stopped to block him, Lady's huge rocket launcher pointed at him, he simply snarled at them, obviously not happy with the interruption to his plans as he shoved them out of the road, ignoring the rocket to his back that charred a huge leathery wing and stepping into his office. The doors slammed behind us and he tossed me onto the sofa, where I scrambled to my shaky feet, staggering away from him - again he laughed, but his posture shifted and I felt hunted, fleeing to the second floor with clawed feet beating the ground close behind me until he tackled me into his bedroom, the floor becoming the place of our mating. Sharp fangs sunk into me and, without meaning to, I simply relaxed, a natural demonesses reaction to being dominated, but I wasn't a demoness any longer, and this was Dante for Christ's sake!

"Dante! You big fucking oaf! Get off of me!" He took no notice, trailing curved talons down my body, sometimes cutting too deep and drawing blood from my skin, which was promptly lapped up, his body practically humming with need for me. I couldn't help but moan, pain and I... Well, we have a 'special' relationship. The demon went still above me as I hummed my approval of his work, giving no more resistance - after all, he was a healthy, virile male demon which just happened to be the man I was falling for. He was sweet, sassy and sexy as Hell, no pun intended. If he wanted me now, he could have me. After almost a year of this ridiculous chase, he had not given up, so my giving in seemed the most logical course of action here. Hmmm, I purred back at him as claws caressed my breasts, my silk shirt having been carefully unbuttoned and then tossed across the room to land in a pile. Heaving in my next breath, I groaned, feeling those deadly teeth made for ripping and tearing come down on my pebbled nipples, leaving a sheen of dampness across dark skin as his prehensile tongue curled around it. My own hands were not idle however, as they roamed across the thick crimson skin, feeling like worn leather - softened by ages of demon hunting - beneath my fingers.

He closed his eyes briefly as I scratched between two plates in his back, his wings stretching in pleasure as he almost became limp above me, the only part not loose and relaxed being his pulsing manhood, which was being very slowly yet roughly ground against me. It made me curious that. I had never seen much of a change between human and demonic dicks, but this by far proved me wrong... In human form, Dante would have been like any male; soft, squishy, even with all that blood flowing there, but in his demon form, he was something else. I stared at his crotch, gulping quietly as I realised the extent of what was happening - sure I had sex before, but never whilst I was in human form, and never with such a strangely shaped male. His manhood was as crimson as the rest of him, and although not plated or armoured, the skin was still much thicker as I wrapped small, human hands partially around it. The demon grunted as I stroked back and forth, feeling spine like protrusions that flexed and bent with my hand movement, but underneath the skin lay something more sinister - barbs. Most demon males had them, it was a way of making sure a female was successfully impregnated before she could escape, they were directional, and, as such, would tear and rip if I pulled away from him too early.

Without warning, Dante tore my trousers away, taking with it my underwear which had been caught on his claws, sending me into fits of giggles again as I watched him untangle the silk and lace from the deadly weapons. Propping myself up on my elbows, I gazed down between my breasts as he nestled himself in the valley of my thighs, long fingered hands stroking the skin of my outer legs whilst his hot breath cascaded down on my heat, my wetness slowly oozing out, but it never reached the outside as a long, demonic tongue invaded. Moaning in the utmost pleasure, I felt every inch of that pronged tongue exploring my insides, lapping up my juices and drawing out more. He stopped for a moment to nibble on my clit, then went back to work, building me up to a somewhat gentle climax that left me clenching weakly around his tongue, body boneless and wilting in his grasp. A masculine chuckle echoed from his throat, his voice deep and rumbling,

"I love the look on your face, helpless and sated," He laughed again, curling an arm around the curve of my back and raising my hips, kneeling against me and readying himself to enter me. "Scream for me, Tempest," without warning, all that hard, rough length was thrust into me with the force of a steam train, spines scraping against my walls and tearing a cry from my throat.

"D-DANTE!" My hands moved to his shoulder, where my fingers gripped into groves of his armour, my head tossed back, breathing leaving me in harsh pants. Man, that was only the first thrust and I was already losing it, but I took comfort in the fact that Dante wasn't much better. I could feel him twitching inside of me, his face buried in my neck with sharp fangs nipping at the flesh there. We took a moment to catch our breath, before he drew his hips back from me, but not for long as he slid in again with the slightest resistance as I clamped down on him. My lips sought out his, clashing in a mix of passionate lust and affection, tongue tangling; I didn't even care when I tasted the remnants of myself upon his lips.

He began a brutal pace, hips pistoning into my own, the wet slapping of flesh becoming the backing of our brutal affections, accompanied by the tune of our voices. I could feel myself building, pleasure flowing through me with every strike deep inside, Dante hardening further as time passed. What may have been minutes, or hours, my orgasm took over and I screeched out, body completely freezing and clamping down around my lover, but still he continued on. I could swear I was being ravaged by a wild beast as his thrusts picked up speed and force, each accompanied by a vicious snarling and the pricking of his talons into the skin of my waist. Rivulets of blood were drawn and I watched his pupils dilate, and he scented the air, thrusting once last time before he dove as deep inside me as he could with with a deep grunt. Sharp pain radiated from inside as his barbs shot out, and I cried out again to the feel of his seed spilling deep inside me, heat radiating in my belly.

We lay there for a minute, both breathing heavily as he collapsed on top of me, all that heavy armour and muscle knocking my breath out of me before he tipped to the side - tucking his wings up so he didn't crush them. Grinning at me, Dante raised a claw to my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb as we waited a few minutes for his barbs to retract. Eventually he slipped out of me with a shimmer of magic that left a naked, still grinning Dante behind in its wake, who snuggled me closer to his softer, more comfortable body. It wasn't long before I found a comfortable position with my head perched on his broad chest, breast squashed against his side and legs tangled with his and drifted off to sleep beside my lover.

Trish peeked into the room, followed closely by lady, who giggled at the couple together on the bed. Clearly they had moved whilst they slept, leaving Tempest starfished across the bed, with Dante tucked up on her, head perched on her belly, hand clamped around her hip, legs strewn across her own, pinning her to the bed.
Lady grumbled quietly, taking a note out of her pocket and handing it to Trish before smiling at the lightning demon.

"Twenty says we will both be confirmed aunts in the next month," She whispered, to which Trish's lips curved upwards.

"You're on."