Devil May Cry: Angelic Vices - Chapter 4

By: Seracen

Disclaimer: Don't own DMC, the ideas, or the sex, just the fic. So have fun with it. Booya.

Uncommon Terms: various euphemisms for body parts and terms relating to orgasms/screwing; "euphemism" nice way of saying something otherwise vulgar

BIG LARGE WARNING!!!: Tons of SEX, you've been warned, back away if you must

The bedroom was dark, lit only by the silver glow of the moon. Two figures were standing beside the bed, holding each other closely. Dante's slightly chilled skin quickly warmed, as Trish drew her body against his, her tongue hungrily darting against his own, kissing him over her shoulder.

Dante caressed his hands up and down her abdomen, Trish's back pushing against Dante's bare chest. He drew his mouth away from hers, examining the skin of her neck with his lips. Trish shuddered as Dante tasted the gooseflesh now prickling along her skin.

He smiled into her flesh, running his arms slowly up her stomach, bringing his left hand to rest just under her breasts, as his right continued to caress up and down her front. Trish closed her eyes, letting out a sigh as she dipped her head back. She reached back to him with one arm, her other arm resting over his stationary hand. She guided his hand to the catch along the back of her bodice.

Dante laughed slightly, not moving his fingers, "what would you like me to do?"

Trish moaned, clearly wishing to be free of her restrictive clothes, "don't tease me."

Dante smiled again, nuzzling into the angle of her neck, as he untied the bits of leather holding Trish's upper shirt together.

She gasped as her top fell to the floor, relieved to be finally free of the constraints. The action caused her breasts to swell, which demanded Dante's attention. He ran his fingers along the sides of her mounds. Trish sucked in her breath sharply, as his skin teased the nerves along her chest, setting them on liquid fire.

Dante continued his ministrations, bringing his index fingers to rest now on the tips of her breasts. Trish uttered a lusty sigh as his fingers began to pinch and caress her nipples, which quickly hardened between his thumbs and forefingers.

The woman's eyes glazed over, catching the light of the moon, as she fumbled with the catch of her belt. Dante's right hand moved to the front of her waist now, stopping her movements. He moved his hands further, flexing his fingers over the leather of her pants covering her crotch. Dante moved his thumb and fingers over it, massaging the flesh through the coolness of her pants.

Trish was moaning silently, her hips gyrating to the movements of his hands. Before she even realized, he had undone her belt. Her pants dropped to the floor, leaving her only in her dark panties. Dante continued massaging her through the black satin, feeling the moisture welling up on his fingers. At a loss for what else to do, Trish placed her left hand against the back of Dante's pants, squeezing the muscles of his ass. Her right hand grasped her chest, clutching it as Dante's other hand caressed her left breast.

Dante's breath tickled coolly against her neck, and Trish whimpered slightly as she shuddered once more, feeling herself coming to a head. She turned now to face him, unclasping his belt with her own quivering hands, drawing him by his pants towards the bed. Dante fell on top of her, Trish welcoming the almost crushing weight, reveling in the heat of his body against her. The chilled sheets of the bed sent shivers up her spine, causing her back to arch slightly, pressing her front against Dante's. She could feel the bulge in his pants, and gazed up at him longingly.

Dante slowly moved his hands down the front of Trish's body, making the caress last forever. She breathed even more heavily at the teasing touch of his fingers. She brought her hands to his, trying to force them down towards the apex of her legs. Dante merely grinned, grabbing both her wrists in his hands, forcing them down against the bed. He pushed his erection, sheathed beneath his pants, against her crotch, still covered by her satin panties.

Trish closed her eyes as she sucked in her breath again, eyes staring at the ceiling fan. She glanced back down at Dante, raising her hips to meet his, "don't make me wait..."

Dante grinned down at her, hands still on her wrists, as he brought his lips close to hers, the action naturally pressing their crotches together. He kissed her once, then ran his lips up the side of her ear, teasing the lobes with his tongue, "slowly, no need to rush," he whispered.

He looked at her in the eyes, asking her silently if she was ready. Trish nodded once, and he released her wrists. She moved her hands to his pants, undoing the zipper, slipping aside the underwear, and freeing his member. Dante blinked as he felt himself exposed to the air.

Trish smiled wryly up at him now, tugging his shaft at the base. He grunted slightly at her soft reprimand, and laughed, nodding to her, "alright."

As Dante brought his lips to hers again, Trish felt him fall into her. Trish's breath caught at the force of Dante pressing against her core. She could feel the coldness of his zipper and belt buckle against her hot flesh, his own heat now trapped within her depths.

Dante drew back slightly, looking into her eyes once more, waiting for permission to continue.

Trish's lips trembled, her breasts shuddering in pure bliss, "don't stop, or I'll kill you..."

Dante merely nodded, grinning, closing his eyes as he began to rock his body back and forth. Trish wrapped her long, shapely legs about his waist, forcing him further into her, as he pumped in and out like a white-hot piston.

She shook her head back and forth, feeling his thighs smack lightly against her ass as he entered her again each time, sending ripples of pure pleasure up and down her spine. Trish placed her hands about his hips as she felt herself beginning to climax. Dante could feel the rhythmic contractions of her throbbing pussy about his member, and drew close to her, clutching her tightly as he felt her last throes.

He ran his tongue along the tender skin of Trish's ear

She whispered to Dante, tears in her eyes, "never leave me..."

Dante brought his lips to hers, passionately devouring her, and whispered, "never...come to me...I won't leave you..."

Trish clutched Dante tightly, her fingers raking along his back as she reached her end. Dante buried himself inside her to the hilt, riding the storm with her. He settled on top of her, breathing huskily into Trish's neck, tickling her skin with his warm breath.

"Mmm," moaned Trish, eyes still glazed over, "that was lovely."

Dante sat up slightly, his weight still on her hips, and smiled. Before he could reply, a pale skinned woman settled against his back on the bed.

Nevan pressed her breasts against Dante's back, whispering into his ear, "is that all lover?"

He chuckled lightly, as Nevan's tongue darted up and down his neck. She moistened the skin along the angle of his shoulder, opening her mouth wide as her fangs grew, raking across Dante's flesh.

As Dante brought his right arm up to caress Nevan's neck, she bit into him, tasting the sweet blood that flowed from the twin punctures along his throat. Dante groaned in ecstasy as Nevan began to nurse at the wound, feeling as if she were devouring his soul. A sweet fire shot through Dante's veins, as he felt himself getting excited once more.

Trish's eyes widened, she moaned as she felt Dante grow large again inside of her. She arched her back again, as the heat of Dante's member stimulated her core once more. The motion forced him deeper inside her, which only added to Trish's pleasure, almost causing her to lose control again.

Nevan's hands caressed up and down Dante's abdomen, teasing the nerves along his nipples. The demoness smiled into his neck as she fed, sweet bliss flooding into her mouth as she stroked his chest.

Dante withdrew from Trish as he felt her heat rising once more. He turned now to Nevan pushing her roughly against the bed, settling himself down on top of her. Nevan smiled up at him, twisting her body beneath Dante. She blinked once, her black dress dissipating into mist about them, leaving his naked self pressing against Nevan's crotch. She raised her hips to close the distance between them.

Dante placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing Nevan down. At the same time, he drew his hips back, keeping himself just out of reach, teasing her.

Nevan sidled sideways within his grasp again, laughing, "now that's mean..."

He grinned down at her, "all good things in time, but first...something that I want."

Dante kissed her once, tasting his own blood as his tongue lapped at Nevan's fangs. She hungrily replied, forcing the breath from Dante, but he withdrew his lips, as he began to kiss down her neck now, making his way to her breasts.

Nevan could feel his hot breath on her nipples, which hardened in excitement, "you wouldn't."

Dante merely grinned, "I would," as he began to kiss the nipple on her right breast, massaging it between his lips, as he tickled the end with his tongue. His moved his right hand to her left breast, massaging its tip between his thumb and index finger. All the while, he moved his left hand down to her twitching cunt.

Nevan closed her eyes, body shuddering as she breathed huskily. Then she felt his fingers caressing the lips of her pussy, and her body shivered anew in ecstasy. She moaned as he massaged her outer folds with his index and ring finger. Nevan felt Dante slip his middle finger deep into her wetness, her hips twitched, and a high pitched moan softly escaped from her mouth. He dipped his finger into her depths once, then pulled it out.

Nevan whimpered as his hand left her, shaking her head, "more..."

She raised her hips again, her mound twitching in expectation. Dante chuckled once more as he brought his hand back to her crotch. Massaging her clit between two fingers, Dante thrust a single finger back into her.

Nevan felt herself losing control, as his lips and hand massaged her breasts. His other hand, caressing and thrusting deep into her core, caused Nevan to shudder. Her hips moved in tune to the rhythm of Dante's hands, and she felt the cold sweetness rising up her back as she shuddered, finally reaching her climax.

Dante raised his head, whispering into Nevan's ear, "we haven't even started yet..."

But before Dante could continue, Trish's arms wrapped around his chest.

"You're not finished with me yet," she whispered into his ear, pulling Dante away from Nevan.

He growled, turning on Trish as he buried his face in her neck, his hands forcefully squeezing the pliable flesh of Trish's breasts. She brought her thighs to rest against his hips, crossing her legs about his waist and forcing him into her. Dante gasped at the motion, the spiking of his hormones leaving him breathless. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as Trish began to move back and forth against him, riding him of her own volition.

Dante grunted, moving his hands down to her hips now, grasping the flesh of her ass, molding them against his fingers. He thrust himself deep into her, slowing the pace down, forcing Trish to feel each second of sensation a moment at a time. Trish shuddered once more, caught between agony and pleasure, as Dante rocked back slowly, forcefully thrusting inwards with enough strength to drive the breath from her, over and over again.

Trish pulled him further into her, trying to feel him closer inside her, but the motion drew him in too fast, as they both careened off the bed.

Trish laughed as she fell to the floor, Dante still inside her.

He laughed as well, mentally shrugging as he continued to move inside her, drawing a load moan of surprise from Trish.

Dante sat her up slightly, so he could angle himself further into her. Trish sighed over and over again, losing herself in reverie, arms going lax about his shoulders.

"Hey now," came Nevan's voice, "that isn't fair."

The pale skinned woman drew up behind Trish, skin and face now flushed red. Nevan smiled teasingly at her, as the demoness snaked her hands up Trish's sides.

Trish's breath caught as Nevan grasped her breasts, kneading them in her palms. The blonde moaned loudly, "what, hagh...are you...doing?"

Nevan laughed, as Dante grinned and continued to move, intuitively reading Nevan's intentions.

Nevan closed her lips to Trish's ear lobes, running her tongue up and down them, "payback my dear, for taking him from me..."

She laughed as she ran her tongue down Trish's neckline, coming to a rest at the base of her shoulder.

Trish's eyes closed, her body shuddering against Dante, her skin shivering against Nevan's soothing kiss. Then she felt Nevan's fangs pierce her skin, as the vampiress suckled at her neck. The demoness reveled in the new taste, almost as sweet as Dante's blood, and moaned as she drank in Trish's warmth.

Trish's body tightened, as she yelled out in unadulterated joy, her body gyrating against both lovers.

Dante felt Trish tighten around him like never before, and he saw stars, gritting his teeth as he felt himself grow rigid. Her depths drew him to his limit, constricting tightly enough that he couldn't even move. Trish reached her peak just as Dante felt his muscles go lax, releasing himself inside of her.

Trish fell to the side, breathing heavily and completely spent, resting against the side of the bed. Dante laid down on the floor, staring at the ceiling, his arms and legs spread, catching his breath.

As he closed his eyes, Dante felt a hand snake up his crotch. He opened his eyes wide in amazement, as Nevan began to caress his shaft, moving her hands slowly up and down along it.

He groaned, "still not enough?"

Nevan grinned at him, looking down at his member, "you seem ready to go again..."

Dante sighed, eyes rolling to the back of his sockets as Nevan massaged him, almost losing himself to the sensation.

The vampiress glanced sideways at Trish, who returned her wry smile, "race to the top of the mountain?"

The blonde laughed, "why not?"

Dante barely registered the words in his mind, but arched his back as he felt his nerves on fire once more. His crotch felt...strange...he felt good...but he couldn't understand why.

Then he looked down, and noticed that both women were on him, their tongues snaking up his length...

The sight was almost too much for Dante, and he squeezed his eyes shut at the new feeling, his hips bucking upwards as he struggled not to lose himself right then and there. Dante moaned as he felt both women run their slick tongues along the shaft, one of their hands massaging his balls as they did so.

Trish and Nevan were moving their hands all up and down their bodies, succumbing to the mad rush of excitement, as their body heats rose, their fingers all over themselves. Then Dante felt a finger slip into his ass in one long, slow thrust.

He yelled out in ecstasy, and as the women reached the tip of his hardness, Dante felt his nerve endings go, a set of lips wetly wrapping about his dick as he released.

Trish fell backwards against the side of the bed again, utterly exhausted and barely able to move, her thighs twitching slightly. She was breathing heavily, her nerves completely fried. Her eyes glazed over, but Trish blinked as she noticed...

"Dante...you're...huh...still hard?"

Breathing heavily himself, Dante barely registered the words, blinking as he gathered his thoughts, then looked down at himself, "ugh...I...ah...guess so...hah..."

Nevan laughed huskily, placing her hands on Dante's chest, "now that's...whew... that's more like it."

As she settled herself on top of him, Nevan moaned, lowering herself slowly onto Dante. Dante groaned as she lanced herself with his member, her hips gyrating softly up and down.

"Hah...ah...this better finish you off lover," whispered Nevan, licking her lips.

Dante looked up at her and grinned, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading their softness, "we'll see..."

Nevan laughed breathlessly, "uhm...aughh...then I guess...hah...it's show time..."

She leaned down hard against him, enveloping and driving him deep into her sopping wet cunt. Dante grit his teeth, as Nevan began to piston back and forth along his shaft, faster and faster...

Morning...

Dante awoke, eyes groggy, and winced against the soft shallow beams of sunlight which entered the room. He was naked, save for the soft cool sheets covering his torso, leaving his feet bare.

He started to rise, but heard a moan to his left, looking down to see Nevan snuggled against his side. Dante leaned back down, looking to his other side and finding Trish, now noticing her hand on his bare chest, several strands of blond hair matted about her face.

Dante shook his head and laughed inwardly, at least they hadn't screwed the whole night away...but he WAS still tired.

'The hell with it,' he thought, 'I deserve a breather...'

Then he settled back into bed, burying himself between the warmth of the women at his sides, and closed his eyes, resting more easily than he had in many a night.

Sunrise, the rooftops of the city line...

The dark figure was cloaked in shadow, his leg propped against the banister of the roof. He looked down across the street at Devils Never Cry, nodding his head.

Out the corner of his eye, the shadowy figure caught sight of the hellhound that had escaped earlier. He leapt down to the street to meet it, as it bounded towards the office.

"Come now," issued the whispering voice, "that's enough, leave them alone..."

The hound growled at the figure. The man's shadowy shroud flapped in the wind, the sun's light casting about and revealing blue hues in the cloth.

The Shadow hound couldn't see past the darkness to the guardian's face...but something seemed familiar. The demon barked once, drawing up on its hind haunches, and pounced at the other figure.

The cloaked man brought a remarkably long sword to bare in front of him, blocking the demon's jaws with the hilt of the sword. He laughed, kicking the feet out from under the demon. In a fluid motion, the man unsheathed his sword, the motion slicing the devil in half. The shrouded figure continued the circular arc of the attack, flinging the blood from the blade as he brought his scabbard back up, sheathing the blade again in one fluid motion.

In mere moments, the battle was over. The Shadow hound twitched on the street, the neurons in its brain firing, trying to realize what had just killed it. The creature saw a flash of light pierce the hood of the shroud, and it caught a slight view of the silver hair concealed within. It was reminded of something from long ago...flashes of the Tower of Teminigru flitting through its mind's eye...

"No peeking," quipped the figure in a whisper, bringing his boot down against the hound's face, crushing its skull and silencing it forever, "sweet dreams."

The shrouded figure looked up to the sky, then turned, jumping to the rooftops once more, staring down at the entrance to Devils Never Cry. The man nodded again, "until next time..."

Then he vanished, gone like so much fog that had never been, leaving the sun to keep its vigil over the city…

Author's Note: Mwehehehehe...well, I did say there'd be smut, didn't I? Also a bit of a pretense to a larger story at the end there. I dunno if I'll ever get back to this, but it's an interesting idea nonetheless. No, none of this was the result of practical experience. I don't have any demon chicks hiding around in my closet, as much as I'm sure that could be any man's fantasy. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this short story, take care all.