Lost in dirty thoughts.
Lost in pleasure.
Lost within their world.
The mind of Dante was full of losing himself as pleasure, aimlessly gliding his hands on the golden locks of hair on top of his second head. He felt as her head began to push in and out of him, deeper in each bob; the tip hitting the very end of her throat. He groaned as vibrations sends his muscle tense with each passing moment. She was good, and hot in doing this ordeal. He can't get enough of it, he will never get used to it.
Suddenly with intense pleasure as it is, she stopped and moved away from him. she looked at his cold blue eyes with hers, her expression unreadable for a moment and he noticed it. when he tried to protest, she stood up and turned his back on him then proceed to lower herself on top of him. Slick and slippery, his shaft entered her without a problem.
She moaned his name as she sheathed herself into him like Yamato and its scabbard.
"Trish" he breathed out, both panting and groaning as each grind and sway of her hips. It was mesmerizing and his eyes seemed to be hypnotized at the way she moves. Her body was almost fluid as she grinds his shaft inside of her with the tip painfully hitting the end.
"Dante" she replied as she kept grinding him faster and faster. Dante put both of his hands on her hips then applying downward pressure to make sure the head of his shaft is completely brushing the very end of her insides. She gasped at the action but nonetheless never fazed by it.
"Shit! So good!" he said as he increases the pressure of his grip on her. She moaned loudly and the bed squeaked at the intense action. He was feeling his release very, very close now.
"Dante!" she gasped at that before applying more pressure at him then she came hard first. Her energy was draining at the orgasm but she kept grinding until his hands forced her to stop. He was coming hard and painfully.
So much pleasure was on his nerves that a single grind of her hips, his shaft was aching badly.
"Ah..." he gasped at the release it was the third time this night and he was already tiring out. It was a long day, battling demons in Paris earlier and surviving the debriefing back the bridge of the Carrier. Now they are on one of the spare bunks on board the ship, spending the rest of their time resting or doing things like he and Trish doing now.
Finally after a while, Trish got up a little, facing him before putting him back inside of her. They both groan as the still rock hard shaft made contact with the end of her insides. Fluids were leaking out of her, both hers and Dante's.
Dante looked tired at his state. He was panting hard and sweating like hell; the Air-condition room didn't help at all.
"Tired?" she only asked after they stared at each with satisfied looked on their faces.
"No, you?"
"I can go for a mile" she said smiling at she adjust her legs in order for her move up and down this time. Dante groaned again and Trish almost gritted her teeth every time she goes back down to him. His eyes rolled back of his at the pleasure, his hands grabbing her seductive bosoms.
Having power to sit up, he manages to get himself closer towards his objective. Those soft breasts that he loved to tease even in frontlines. He always gets his way, one time during an urban clean out of demons, Dante suddenly pulled Trish into an alleyway just go tease her breast beneath her corset. He unzipped them quickly then sucked on it like an animal. Of course the desire is overwhelming that they end up doing quickies on those said alleyways while demons were gunned down by Allied soldiers on the adjacent streets.
She gasped loudly as he caresses of breast, sucking one nipple then the other and vice versa. His mouth never tires and he became really good at making these erect as possible. His saliva lubricating each mound and his tongue dance around the nipples and her areola; this is sending her nuts.
Without warning she stopped at her actions and pressed him tighter as she riding another powerful orgasm. Her muscles became tense as she felt her energy being drained again but this didn't fazed the half demon; instead he kept doing his task which adds torment to her tensed body.
"Dante, stop..." she weakly said to him but he didn't and Trish found herself lying on the bed with him on top. He was still inside of her and he looked at her with such devilish and lustful eyes. He looked a little disappointed at the words.
"Why?" he asked "Can't take it anymore?"
"It's too much..."
"Since when is it too much." It wasn't a question and it followed by a strong thrust which made her impulsively cling into him. The pleasure was unbearable and she found herself weaken even further by this man, this man that she loves, this man that set her free from evil. At that point it was her turn to let herself go. Moaning, gasping, screaming loudly, she didn't care anymore if anyone hears them. as long as she is feeling good, its fine. He too was groaning loudly at the power he was releasing, it was overwhelming and addicting at the same time.
Closing her eyes, her arms hugged him with all the strength left and release one big orgasm. He too let himself lost with a cry of her name. With one powerful slam, the shaft twitched inside before firing the last shot into her. It was warm, just as warm as his body heat it; just as warm as his love to her, so loving and comfortingly.
Panting, he quickly pulled off her and fell beside her tired and satisfied. She smiled as she adjust herself so she was resting her head on his chest, carefully listening to the heartbeat that dances with hers like always. She smiled as fatigue began to caught up with her. she was spent and so was he.
Without words, they only have the energy to share a quick kiss before falling asleep with arms around each other. No words are needed to say what their hearts wants to express and that is a fact.
Vergil went out of his bunks as the intense action just above him intensifies. He groaned annoyingly, he can't sleep, he can't concentrate, and can't hear himself as the noise kept going on. without anymore action, he stood up, grabbed the book he was reading and quickly went out of the room, grabbing only the Yamato and leaving his coat behind.
Wearing only his black vest, he wandered around the carrier, returning the greetings from the crews and soldiers alike respectfully. He was about to head to the upper decks when he realized something.
"Nero..." he said before going back the way he came.
Nero was silent after the battle in Paris and it's anyone guess what the young demon thinking. He was silent in the debriefing and review of battle plans earlier and obviously not said a word or anything afterwards. He simply excuses himself out and headed on the bunks.
Knowing Nero, Vergil sighed "I hope he's not doing any reckless antics again."
Upon reaching his bunk, he knocked on the door first before hearing an "it's open" from him.
"Nero?" Vergil began as he opened the door.
The son of Sparda was surprised. Nero wasn't trashing around like he usually does, he wasn't walking in circles, nor clenching his fist when he's feeling impatient. Instead he was just sting on his bed, looking at Kyrie's golden necklace on the palm of his devil bringer arm and had a calm but serious expression on his face.
"What's up?" he asked, looking at him.
"Nothing, just checking on you." Vergil said while going inside the room and closing the door behind you.
Nero chuckled at him, "What you think I would be restless like before, trashing like a madman and doing something reckless?"
Vergil had to feel guilty for that.
"Nah, you were right. Those actions were accomplishing nothing" he continued. Vergil just listened and he continued. "Normally, I would jump overboard and swam to Fortuna if I have to but I thought why would I do such a thing? I will get myself killed and make my family worried sick. Heh, kinda out of character for me eh?" he chuckled at the last question.
Vergil let out a small and rare smile "Heh, not at all. Sometime a fire could be calmer than the sea, and the sea could be dangerous than the fire."
"Yeah..." he took at deep breath and lay himself down on the bed, putting the necklace back to the table beside him.
"Get some rest." Vergil said heading towards the door.
"Hey, dad" Nero called him.
"Hmmm?"
"Thanks. Without you teaching me, I would probably be swimming to Fortuna right now" Nero said with a smile before closing his eyes.
"Yeah, you would" Vergil replied but Nero was already asleep and he quietly closed the door behind him. Feeling himself ease at Nero now acting a little calmer than before, he continued on to the upper decks of the ship to get some peace and quiet.
Night time was full breeze, it was dark and only the moon where giving dim light on the dark Atlantic ocean. Vergil walked on the wide runway of the carrier. The night patrols just took off for their mission and the crew were already wrapping up their duties for the day. The patrol won't be back for another hour so there is time to clean up the mess on the flight deck.
Greeting more crews he comes across with, he made his way towards the front end of the runway, directly basking the moonlight that seemed to illuminate him. found a good spot to read and only the waves of the ocean were the only noise he heard crew activity were now gone and the flight deck were now seemingly deserted.
Sitting down on the edge of the runway and letting his feet hang off overboard, he opened his book and the moonlight gave light to the words he was reading.
"Ah..." he gasped in pleasure as the night wind picks up a little, he slightly shivered as the cold wind kissed his muscled arms but nonetheless he kept reading his book. Occasionally looking at dim lit ocean and the escort ships of the Carrier Vergil simply sighed and kept reading the book. He was already two chapters done was about the read the next one when he heard an all too familiar voice.
"The first place I want to look if I were to find you"
He took a glance at the source of the voice who sat down beside him. he rolled his eyes "I never knew I could read so well by a mere human" it more of a sarcasm rather than insult.
"Heh, what can I say? You're the best seller!" she retorted with a chuckle.
With a dry laugh, Vergil went his attention back to his book then asked "What brings you here Lady?"
Lady smiled and said "Enjoying the midnight breeze of the Atlantic. I admit its kinda cold, but I don't really mind."
"I take it there is something else that was bothering you?"
"Can't stand those two!" she complained almost like whining it. "Heck I even asked general Darby to put my quarters away from them! With that noise the whole fleet's gonna hear it! It's annoying!"
Vergil gave amused expression "That much?"
"You have no idea!" she groaned before staring into the dim lit ocean. A though crossed her mind "What about you?"
Stopping his current activity, he mirrored her words. "Can't stand those two either"
Lady laughed lightly "At least, there is someone who shares my angst!"
Vergil laughed with her but to a lesser degree before going back to his book and Lady enjoying the calm eerie night. After a moment of conforting silence, Lady turned her attention to the book he was reading.
"The Iliad by Homer?" she asked "Never knew you were into classical literature" she said.
Vergil huffed "You get to learn a lot in reading these literatures."
"Everything you read has a lot sense rather than men's magazines I see in Dante's office."
"Expect that to him, he never reads anything sensible"
"Agreed"
"Hmm... odd..."
"What is? What part of the story are you reading?"
"When Greece invaded Troy in order to get back Helen."
Lady put an idea to her words, "The face that launched a thousand ships. Hey that could relate to us."
"How come?" Vergil raised a brow.
"Well, Kyrie is captured and we are in a group of ships that will launch an invasion on Fortuna."
"Literally, we don't have a thousand ships, Lady but we got the strength of than a thousand ships that Homer depicted."
"State the obvious, Vergil."
"I though you know me?"
"I do"
Sensing that the topic is pointless, Vergil dropped it and opened up a new one; one that would interest him and of course tease or annoy the woman beside him. He set the book down to his side and set his attention towards her.
"I see why you are really here. You can't stand the two and it's getting into you correct?" he gave his tone a double meaning so Lady would take the bait. He knew it was pointless as Lady would sense a trap but the next reaction he got was a big surprise for him.
Blushing and looking away rather quickly that it should Lady protested "Now why would I be interested in such things?" her tone was hinting panic and Vergil was internally surprised and amused.
"Because it was written your face?" he asked teasingly and Lady dug the knife further.
"No! It was not written on my face!" her face was still looking away but a hand gently turned back to him and now his eyes were boring into hers.
"Tell me Lady, no Mary, did you...?" he left hanging there so Lady could get the idea.
Shocked, she pushed him back and drew out her gun "Don't you dare!"
Vergil kept the amused expression in his face as he turned towards the ocean, "So you did." Honestly he found odd that when he calls her Mary she would automatically says her name is Lady but in this case, she didn't.
"Does it concern you?" she asked, holstering her weapon back.
"I was just curious... how women do it on their own." He said casually.
'Damn him and his knowledge! Damn him and his Curiosity!' she bitterly thought but that's one of the aspects she likes about him. Sighing in defeat she said "Not a word to anyone"
"I won't promise that." He teased.
"Then I won't promise the secret of why are crying last night in Paris"
"Still won't promise it"
"Fine..." she attempted to stand up and go but his voice quickly stopped her.
"Okay, your little dirty secret is safe with me" he said, a hint of eagerness looms in his tone when he said that but his expression was calm and collecting. He adjusts his legs to get himself comfortable.
Lady scooted closer to him but not to make him very uncomfortable. "I did it, many times." she began with red blush invading her face. Vergil was silent and urge her to continue. "Many time I could count. I felt myself in there with them. That thing destroying me, forcing me to say slutty words, making me fell over again and again. I touched myself, I put my fingers insides to feel what Trish is feeling but..." she trailed off and stop dead, she was looking away now from the sheer shame of her confession. Vergil kept silent.
After a while, he cough a little to ease the tension that was Lady "It's natural"
Lady snapped at him 'What the FUCK? Seriously he's playing safe' she thought. "Is that all you have to say?"
"I have no words to say to that." honestly he was lost for words, he just first teasing her but it end up in a situation where he can't help her in her issue. Well sex wasn't his forte, and obviously doesn't want to get involve anytime soon but he knew where to hit a woman if he get himself involve.
Feeling her urge again, Lady spoke "I thought about you when I did it. I came hard and thinking maybe I can have a shot. I'm now gonna get younger anymore and maybe it's time to get a shot at those aspects."
Vergil sighed, he was thinking on different note "I cannot Mary."
"Why?"
"I can't I'm not ready"
"To have sex?"
"No, to a have a relationship." the topic was now pointless but he need to clear things out for her. He knew that she liked him and pursuing a relationship more than they have now. But he was persistent that this kind of relationship is for the better of them.
"I'm not pursuing that to you"
"Then what? Itch the ditch?"
"Yes!"
"No."
Lady stood up and began walking away, "just this I'm asking you I though you could help me with this angst but... Nevermind. Goodnight Vergil" she said.
"Wait."
Lady turned to see him stood up and picked up his book. "If you really need this to get off your system then I will help you but this doesn't mean it will change for the both of us. Not even what humans called 'friends with benefits'. Let's make it clear Mary, just this once."
"Thank you" she said before she found herself being pulled by the hand as Vergil led him back to his bunks. They were already going back to the lower decks when the crews of the ships returns to their duties as the night patrols are about to land back to the ship.
