Almost two decades ago...
Land came into view as Dante flew the plane with Trish sitting in the backseat. It was gratifying to see. It was late afternoon, as they'd been flying for the better part of the day. The adrenaline rush he and Trish felt had finally worn off, and they were far more relaxed and feeling the fatigue set in. Despite this, the new couple were only getting started with the physical aspects of their relationship. It had only been several hours since they confessed their love to each other after a single day's worth of knowing each other, as well as fighting and struggling to survive the underworld. But they were excited to become one. With the defeat of the demon king Mundus, there was finally peace on the human world, if only for a moment, all thanks to their combined efforts. What better way to celebrate than consummate their relationship?
"You found the harbor!" Trish exclaimed, amazed.
"I told you I would, didn't I?" Dante smiled back at her. They could see several people looking up, perplexed at the unusual sight. He saluted them as he passed over them. Trish laughed, a beautiful sound. He wanted so badly to kiss her again, to relive the moment of their first kiss in the ruins of the castle right after they defeated Mundus, just hours before. And not just kiss, but do much, much more. His penis twitched in anticipation.
The free air was liberating. Even though she was exhausted, Trish still felt like her heart was bursting with emotion. It felt like an eternity since they escaped Mallet Island together and experienced the bright blue sky and the cool wind whipping past their faces over the sea. She kept feeling like she was a mere human, not a demon who had attempted to kill the man who was now the love of her life just earlier that day.
Dante couldn't believe it either. The dark, dreary, and overwhelming atmosphere of the castle and the Underworld had been getting to him over the night. The fact that he survived the ordeal, and that he won the girl in the end as well almost seemed too good to be true. But it was real. They were together, now, and forever. What better reward could there be?
Dante managed to land not too far from the harbor they departed from just the day before, in a junkyard. A warehouse stood off to the side. The landing wasn't perfect, but no harm was done as they finally rolled to a stop. Dante jumped out of the plane, with Trish following suit. Trish landed in a low squat, and Dante offered her his hand to help her up. She smiled and took it, letting him pull her up.
"What a rush, huh?" Dante said to her.
"Yeah." They got lost in each others' eyes, still holding hands. Their soft breaths filled the air for a while as the world crumbled away until it was only the one standing in front of them.
The sun was setting, and light wasn't going to be available for much longer. Dante cleared his throat and turned his attention to the plane.
"I don't know what we're going to do with this thing, but we can't just abandon it."
"Right," Trish dropped his hand and looked up at it. "What should we do?"
"Come help me," Dante walked to the warehouse, Trish following him. Inside, they rummaged around until they found some chains and some rods. Heading back to the plane, they got to work on planting the rods into the ground and wrapping the chains around them. They then tied the chains around the plane's landing gear, holding it in place. It wasn't the most secure way to lock a vehicle, but it was all they had.
"I think that should do it," Dante said. Trish looked at him.
"What now?"
"Now, we head back to meet Morrison."
Trish pouted slightly.
"Do we have to? I'm feeling pretty tired, and I think I owe you thanks for freeing me." She stepped over to him, tracing a finger on his chest and trailing it down to his groin. She found his belt buckle and pushed down on it, pressing it into his growing erection. "A big thanks."
Dante gulped as he trailed his hands down to her butt. The pressure she was applying down there was making it hard for him to think.
"Trish, baby," he groaned. "I want it too." He squeezed her large cheeks. "But we have to be patient. We have to wrap this job up first. Gotta let Morrison in on the details."
"Aww, Dante," Trish seemed to be moaning rather than whining.
"After that, I'm going to take you home," Dante went on. "We're going to wash up, and then we're going to go out with a bang." He pushed down on her butt, bringing her body up against his. His erection was pushed right up against her crotch. "And I mean that literally."
Trish nodded, breathing quickly. She could feel their genitals pulsating against each other through their pants.
"Let's go," Dante released her and took her hand. They left the junkyard and walked out into the streets. Cars passed by and pedestrians milled around, walking to and fro. The city was lively, just as energetic as they'd left it. None of the people knew that they had all come so close to experiencing true hell. That demons would have invaded their world and destroyed the very reality they inhabited. It was almost scary for Dante to think about, when putting aside his personal connections. So much could have disappeared overnight if it wasn't for him. The humans would've experienced what he felt twenty years ago, alone in the closet as his mother was cornered by demons and slaughtered.
But they didn't have to, and they never will. Not with the Legendary Dark Knight Dante...and his sidekick.
Partner would be a better word for it, Dante mused. In so many ways.
They finally reached the bar that they'd met Morrison at when negotiating the job the day before. The sun was almost done setting as they walked inside, and the place was already getting busy. After washing their hands they met back up at the bar. Excusing himself to use the phone, Dante went into the back for a few minutes while Trish sat down. He soon returned and sat next to her, ordering some scotch for himself and water for Trish. They relaxed, feeling the exhaustion soak into their bodies.
Trish leaned back into her chair, sipping her drink. Dante smiled looking at her. She was so adorable like this. Usually she had a more aggressive air about her, but here she just looked like a beautiful girl sitting with him. But her demonic self was part of the appeal. She wasn't just some ordinary girl. Her true nature, her strength, and her endurance that could easily match his waited under the surface, begging to be let out. He knew that when the time came, he wouldn't have to hold back with her. They could go as hard as they wanted, as long as they wanted. No more worries about forgetting his own strength and breaking her. No more fear that she could turn her back on him. Even with her identical appearance to his mother, he didn't think of her when looking at Trish. She was just...Trish. A beautiful, sexy demoness that took Eva's face and made it her own. And it was going to be under his soon, moaning, gasping. He couldn't wait for what the future held in store for them.
"What?" Dante was brought out of his thoughts as Trish caught him staring at her.
"Nothing, baby," he was still smiling. "I just love being here with you."
Trish put her glass down and held his hands under the table. "Me too, Dante."
Dante wrapped his hands around hers and brought them up to his lips, softly blowing on them. She smiled, watching him raise her hands up more so he could kiss them around the knuckles and on her fingertips.
"I love you," Dante whispered. A tear threatened to leak from Trish's eye.
"I love you too, Dante."
"I promise it'll be worth the wait, baby," Dante said. "I know you want it as soon as possible, but after this my attention will be all on you. The love you deserve, the sex, the security. It's coming, baby."
"And?" Trish leaned in slowly so their faces were mere inches apart. "What comes next?"
"We're going to be partners," Dante stared into her blue eyes with his own. "In more ways than one."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. We'll be business partners. You and I are going to be demon hunting together."
He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Next, we'll be life partners. Everything we feel, everything we think, we'll do it together. We'll never be apart."
"I like that."
"And finally, we're going to be lovers. We'll feel each other in every way. We'll be naked and ready as I take you to bed every." He kissed her. "Single." He kissed her again. "Night." Kiss. "And one day, sometime soon, I'm going to ask you to marry me. We're going to stand at the altar, and then after that we'll have kids. We'll raise them so they get the chance at childhood that we never got. We'll teach them to control their demonic powers, but to be humans at their core. We'll be a real family."
"Sounds like a plan," Trish murmured against his lips. He chuckled. They kissed one last time, softly, lovingly. Time trickled by slowly, allowing them to express their love.
The sky darkened outside. The moon slowly came into view, and eventually, Morrison arrived, smoking his cigarette. He raised his eyebrows as he saw them sitting together, holding hands.
"Looks like I missed a lot," he said, taking his hat off.
"Oh, Morrison!" Dante waved him over. "Finally made it."
"Wasn't expecting you to be back so soon. Sounded like a heavy case."
"Yeah, well, you know me."
"Let's get down to it," Morrison sat on Dante's other side. "You really meant it when you said you didn't get paid?"
"Yeah."
"Fantastic," The older man sat back in his chair and rubbed his bald head. "Now you owe me money too. Didn't think things through, did you?"
"Morrison, I-"
"You know how expensive that boat was? The fact that you went all the way out to sea was suspicious enough, but now you're telling me we both did our jobs for free?" He looked at Trish.
Trish stared back coolly.
"Hey, listen," Dante said. "I know it sucks. None of this went down the way any of us expected, even Trish. But this is personal, like you wouldn't even believe."
"Is that so?"
"It is."
Morrison shook his head, rubbing his eyes.
"So, what's the plan?" He asked. "How are we getting paid for this?"
"Well...there's an old plane we took to come back, but it's still in perfect working condition. If we could, I don't know, pawn it off or something, we could-"
"Wait, wait, wait," Morrison cut him off. "Plane? What happened to your boat?"
Dante and Trish looked at each other. "We, uh, lost it."
"You lo-" Morrison's mood wasn't improving. "You know what, I expected nothing less. And how do you expect to pawn off a goddamn plane?"
"We...didn't really think about that."
Morrison shook his head. He was used to Dante's mysterious antics by now, but he wasn't any less annoyed at them.
"I know what you're thinking, Morrison, and I'd agree, under normal circumstances. But with Trish here to back me up, we can make double the money. We can pay everyone back much quicker."
"Is that what this is? You two are partners now?"
"Yes, actually," Trish finally spoke up. Morrison looked at her, his confusion building.
"Dante, a word," Morrison got up from his seat and beckoned him to follow him. Dante obeyed, telling Trish he'll be back soon.
The two of them walked to an empty booth in the back and sat across from each other.
"Dante, I don't know what's going on with you, but this is literally unbelievable. As I understand it you two just met two days ago. I saw how close you were acting with her, and now you're working together? I knew something was off about her, as pretty as she is and looking like your late mom and all, and it looks like she's rubbed off on you."
Dante sighed. "I know what you mean. Something happened on that island, Morrison. I can't tell you what, or how, but as I said, it's personal, like you would never know. It's just, important you know? There's no other way to say it."
Morrison nodded, knowing that Eva's death was his entire reason for being. Trish's resemblance to her must have been on a whole new level of connection for him. Over the years he always thought he came close to cracking the case on who his friend really was. But every time, something new surfaced, and he had to reevaluate everything. First, his name wasn't really Tony Redgrave. Then, he turned out to have lost his family, and just about a decade ago he found out that he'd lost it again. At this point, there was too much to hold onto, and he'd accepted that Dante was just too extraordinary for his interpretation. Perhaps this new development with Trish was another important stage of his life.
"I see," he said. "But is it official? You two are working together?"
"Yep. Think about it, with the two of us we could rake in double the cash, maybe take double the jobs. If we can't do anything about the plane we can make it up to you and the boat owner sooner or later."
Morrison chuckled. "You and your debts. Never change Dante."
"Thanks, Morrison."
"And you're sure she's qualified for the job? I know she wrecked your shop but I chalked that up to you and your destructive ways."
"She's more than qualified. I may not have gotten paid, but I got the job done, with her help."
"Hmm. Well, I guess that settles it," Morrison got up. "This ain't the first time you've had money problems. Who knows, maybe this partner of yours really can help you out."
"Oh, I know she will," Dante followed him to the bar.
Trish was sitting alone, trying Dante's scotch. "Not sure about this," she muttered.
"Trish," Dante called out. She turned around to see him and Morrison approaching her.
"What happened?"
"We reached an agreement," Morrison said. "My apologies for the accusatory tone from earlier, madam."
"No, no, it really is my fault," Trish said. "I'm sorry about the money."
"Well, Dante here holds your work ethic in high regard. If you really are up to snuff as he says, there won't be such an inconvenience."
They parted ways outside, with Morrison getting inside his car and driving one way while Trish and Dante walked the other.
"He wasn't so hard to convince," Trish noted.
"We worked together almost half my life. He's used to my line of work, and the way I do it. I think I've rubbed off on him."
It was firmly nighttime. The moon hung over them, illuminating the dark sky. As they continued down their path, the streets became less and less populated. Finally, they turned the final corner and were on the empty street leading them to Dante's office: Devil May Cry. No one was around, and silence permeated the air. Perfect for what was going to happen.
There was a slight tension between them as they walked side by side to the front door. The front door...
"Oh! Crap," Dante slapped his forehead.
"What is it?"
"The doors, they're fixed. I asked Morrison to call in a repairman for me. The interior should be cleaned up too. Guess that's another thing I'll have to pay him back for."
Trish smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that."
Dante smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry about it. You'll be helping to pay for it too."
She laughed as he opened the doors to a good as new office, the debris and scorch marks they'd left behind all cleaned up and removed. Whoever was called in did a great job.
"Home sweet home!" Dante happily walked inside. Trish couldn't help to smile at those words. Home. This was going to be her home now. They were going to live together. It was a beautiful feeling.
She looked around. The place seemed different somehow. When she first entered, she simply saw it as the abode of her enemy, a meaningless place that would soon become a pile of debris once her master's plan succeeded. But now, it was the first place where she could comfortably live. It was a place where she could be considered an equal. Most demons didn't know of such comfort, and it awed her that she was one of the few that will.
"What are you waiting for, babe?" Dante called back. "It's time to wash up."
A jolt of anticipation struck her as she closed the doors behind her and followed him up the stairs. The tension returned. They turned left at the landing, where they approached the laundry room.
"Alright, time to get this bad boy off," Dante shrugged out of his coat and dumped it in the nearby basket. Trish watched him lustfully as he started stripping, taking off his gloves and shirts. He smiled at her. "Get undressed, baby. We're gonna do it soon."
At that, Trish eagerly started undoing her corset. They started taking all of their clothes off, the tension at an all time high. They stole glances at each other, seeing each other's private parts. Once they were both fully naked, they stared at each others' bodies, admiring them. Dante's length expanded, pointing straight at her. Trish's pussy glistened with desire. Her nipples hardened.
"Let's go," Dante held his hand out to her. She took it, and he led her naked to his bathroom, holding hands. The electrifying touch of each other's hands as well as the cool air hitting their naked bodies and throbbing genitals were driving them insane. It was a wonder they managed to keep their composure and continue walking instead of taking each other right there. They stepped into the shower together as Dante turned the water on. A pleasant cascade of warm water fell on their heads and soaked their bodies.
"Ugh," Dante groaned pleasurably, closing his eyes.
"Ohh," Trish moaned, closing hers too.
They stood there silently, letting their bodies soak up. Dante opened his eyes to see Trish, her large breasts protruding from her chest, water running over them. Trish opened her eyes as well, admiring him in turn. Their soft but noticeable breaths accompanied the sounds of water.
She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her soft, luscious body into his. Dante gasped slightly. His erection was once again pressed up against her, this time pointing straight up against her stomach. Her breasts were pressed flat into his chest. Their nipples touched, causing Trish to fidget and curl her toes.
He hugged her back, putting a hand on the back of her head and holding her back with his other. They could feel each other, so much. Their hearts beat in harmony, reminding them that they were in fact alive. Despite the circumstances, they were meant to be.
Dante reached over to the shampoo bottle and squirted some into his hand. Rubbing it over both hands, he reached down to Trish's head and started massaging her scalp, cleaning it of all the grime. She kept her head in place, right at his neck, and let him clean her. She loved the feeling of his hands trailing through her long hair, and how he touched her butt when he reached the end of her blonde locks.
With her hair all clean, Dante got to work on his own, the bubbles cascading down his face. Trish looked up at him.
"My turn to clean you."
She separated from Dante, grabbing the washcloth and squirting copious amounts of soap into it. The soap was white in color.
Trish rubbed the soap into the sponge, and soon plenty of bubbles foamed out. She stepped towards Dante and tenderly pressed the sponge against his chest. She applied pressure, rubbing it across his skin. Trails of soap were left behind.
She washed his chest, his neck, his face, his arms, and his waist. Once she reached his groin, she wrapped the cloth around his erection.
"Ohh, Trish."
She moved the cloth up and down his cock, soaping it down. She pumped him as she cleaned him, feeling it expand even more in her grasp. She cupped his balls with it next, fondling them as she cleaned them. Dante started breathing raggedly.
She reached around him cleaning his backside. Looking at his hardness right in front of her face, she planted a soft kiss on its tip, causing Dante to emit a guttural moan. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, licking it. Dante's knees locked up. Her lips parted as she slowly took the head into her mouth, making him groan loudly. Even though she was created just days ago she was aware of what she had to do, and how to do it. She started to move toward his groin, devouring his length. Dante watched her as his penis disappeared inch by inch into her mouth.
There's no way she... She did! Trish had managed to fit Dante's entire erection inside her mouth. Her nose brushed up against his pubes.
She suckled on him, almost causing him to jerk her right off of him. His length was surrounded by the very moist, very hot wetness that was her mouth. It was even hotter than the shower water, causing his body temperature to spike.
She knelt there and sucked him off in the shower, moving her head back and forth. Dante leaned a hand against the wall to balance himself. He closed his eyes and groaned, letting his head fall back in pleasure. She kept at it for about ten seconds, but to him it felt like a lifetime. Trish pulled back and released him, gazing at his reaction to her work. To his disappointment, she resumed cleaning him.
When she was finished, with one last scrub down on his privates, she pulled him by the dick into the water, letting him rinse off. She handed the cloth to him next, saying to him in a husky, erotic whisper, "Rub me."
Dante took the cloth and gently wiped her face. Wiping the soap off her, he then got to work on her neck and everything below it. He moved the cloth all over her large, creamy breasts. He fondled them with both hands, squeezing and massaging. Trish's soft moans filled his ears.
Her hard nipples poked into his palms. He squeezed down again and looked her in the eyes. Their faces drew nearer, right under the water. Their lips met in a searing kiss. Their mouths opened to welcome each others' tongues. Their hot, wet muscles combined in their mouths, their saliva mixing and churning around them. Their lips sought each other out, moving together and fighting for dominance.
Dante cleaned her back while they kissed, then her butt. He then moved the sponge to her mound. He drew the same reaction from her that she did from him, letting her moan into the kiss as he washed her genitals. Lubricating his fingers in soap, he maneuvered them around to her vulva. He slowly eased two fingers inside her.
"Ah!" She cried out in pleasure then bit his lip and tugged at it.
He spread the suds around inside her, feeling the hot membrane of her entrance squeeze down on him in response. He started fingering her, his hand moving at her crotch, sliding as much of his fingers out as he can before pushing them back in.
"Mmm!" Trish kept kissing him. She hugged his neck.
Dante kept at it for half a minute feeling her tighten around him every time he pushed in, but unwilling to let her cum just yet. Finally, he eased his fingers out, pulling them from Trish's folds, which were unwilling to let go. He eventually managed to pull them free from her tight muscles with an audible pop. He held his hand up to see it covered in Trish's bodily fluids. He brought it to his mouth, licking it clean. Trish stared at him through half-lidded eyes.
Feeling like the foreplay had gone on long enough, Dante finished washing Trish's body. He cleaned his hand and finally turned off the water. Pulling back the curtain, he grabbed a towel and hurriedly dried himself off, then dried Trish, feeling her up through the material.
Now completely dry, they were ready to do the inevitable.
"Dante," Trish gasped. Dante looked into her eyes, captivated by them. "Take me," she whispered.
Dante leaned in and kissed her again, bringing his hands down to her ass and lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist. Trish hugged his neck and clung onto his body. His balls were pressed up against her mound, which was leaking lubrication.
Kissing each other hungrily, Dante groped around for the door handle and opened the door leading from the bathroom to the bedroom. Their bedroom. He hurriedly walked in, shutting the door behind him. He carried her to the bed, her nude body feeling more alive than anything else he'd felt in the past few days. Her warm skin, her wet mouth on his, her wet vagina on his balls, and her erect nipples pressing into his chest. So many different things.
Arriving at the foot of the bed, he lowered her onto it, but not letting go. Trish's head hit the pillow, and she fit snugly between the covers and Dante's body. They continued hugging and kissing in bed, still not out of breath. They writhed against each other, their arousal threatening to burst. Their soft moans rang out in their ears.
Dante finally pulled back. He reached over to the cabinet next to the bed and turned on the lamp to illuminate the dark room. Orange light washed over Trish's perfect form. Her hair looked like it was on fire, and her breasts seemed even rounder and bigger with the shadows they cast. Briefly, Dante wondered if this was what his father saw when he was in bed with Eva. Did she have the same lustful glint in her eyes? Did her breasts protrude just as proudly as Trish's? Was her vagina as wet?
Dante shook his head free of those thoughts. What his parents did didn't matter. He was here with his own lover. He was ready to start his own love.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed.
Trish didn't say anything, merely smiling. She reached down to his cock, stroking it. She smeared the bit of his precum that leaked out over his length, giving it a few pumps for good measure. She then positioned it downward. He reached down and held his base as she pulled his tip until it touched her lips. Their hearts beat frantically, time slowing down.
"Do it," she whispered.
Dante nodded, grasping his length. As Trish spread her legs and Dante lined himself up with her opening, he took a deep breath, then pushed in.
"Ohhh," Trish moaned. His head slid into her entrance, and he kept going. Penetrating her further, Dante grit his teeth as he slowly traveled through her hot, silky walls. She clamped down on him tightly, lubricating him as she welcomed him inside. Her vagina felt alive, as if it was its own being. It tightened around him, massaging him. The tight membrane held him in place as he gave one last push, locking him all the way inside of her.
His tip was pushed up against the end of her tunnel. It was almost cramped in there. Dante didn't breath as he relished the feeling of him and Trish having become one. Pulling out slightly, he struggled not to explode as Trish tightened around him more, not wanting him to leave. After pulling out halfway, he thrust it all the way back in.
"Ah!" Trish moaned.
"Grrk!"
He pulled back again, and then thrust back in. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And again.
"Ah. Ha. Ahh...ha!" Trish moaned with each thrust. The couple rocked up and down as they set a steady pace, pressing into each other. Trish's hands found his back and held it. He lowered himself down on her, their chests pressing together again. Dante didn't do anything special, just continuing his pace of in and out, in and out.
He struggled not to cum, feeling overwhelmed by her. Pleasure washed over his groin as her hot pussy pulsated around him. Likewise, Trish's mind was blown each time Dante surged into her. The way his tip touched her in every thrust rocked her world, feeling a tingling sensation in her chest as he filled her up. His hips met hers, thrusting her into the bed. She couldn't do anything but hold on, her eyes shut tight, her head turning left to right. Moans and yelps escaped her lips endlessly. Their throbbing muscles were getting to be too much for her.
Creak. Creak. Creak. The bed reacted to their love making.
Dante went at it, thrusting into her repeatedly. Trish's moans sped up, and her muscles inside tightened.
The sensation they felt was indescribable. The memories of everything they've been through, the pain, betrayal, battles, and narrow escape with their lives all melted away as they were finally rewarded for their efforts. Their sexual acts weren't just means for them to have pleasure, not for the time being. This was meant to be their commitment to each other. This was a promise they made that they would be together, no matter what, for the rest of their lives. To them, this first time was a critical point of their relationship, proof to each other that what they felt was real. Each thrust, each moan and gasp was a sign of pure love.
Trish stared into his eyes. She felt so protected under him. His entire focus was on her. Her moans, her body, her reactions. He was innately attracted to everything about her and she couldn't be more turned on by it. She had been looking forward to this ever since they burst free from Mallet Island. The demonic world, the looming presence of her master, and the adrenaline she and Dante felt as they rapidly flew through the tunnel under the castle matched perfectly with the pressure building up in her loins. The fact that they made it back after the eternity that was their adventure and having sex built her up towards her own blue orgasm.
"Ohhh! Dan-Dante! Aaahhhh!" Trish couldn't hold back anymore. Feeling him touch all her sensitive spots in one go, her mind went blank, and her vagina exploded. She started cumming, clamping down on his length. This in turn forced Dante to cum as well. His length trembled inside her as he erupted, his orgasm blasting out of him like a rocket.
"Ohhhh..." Dante thrust erratically, trying to bury himself inside her. Jet after jet of hot cum shot out, mixing with hers. Their releases mixed and churned inside Trish, splattering out and on their inner thighs as Dante repeatedly thrusted in and out. The couple lost all rational thought as they relished in their shared orgasm.
They came for nearly two minutes straight, unrelenting in their arousal. Her entrance was jam packed with sperm.
"Ohhh, Trish."
"Dante..."
"Trish..." Dante plunged into her again. Immediately, they resumed making love. Now, pleasure took priority.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Trish moaned loudly.
He picked up the pace, causing them to rock the bed. More loud creaks emitted from it alongside the wet squelches from their groins.
Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.
Trish hugged his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, locking him in place, where he belonged. She brought her lips to his, and they kissed once again. Gold and silver hair got tangled between their faces.
Dante didn't hold back this time. He pounded her with wild abandon, their bodies rutting into each other. There was no possible way they could be any closer.
They were going so fast that the wet slaps of their skin overtook the bed's creaking in volume. Fluids soaked their crotches.
"Mmm! Mmmmf!" Trish's moans were muffled by their kiss.
Dante worked his hips into overdrive, slamming wildly into her. He pummeled her insides without a care for anything else. The pressure was too much, and Trish came again.
She screamed into the kiss as bliss overtook her, her pussy on fire. Dante grunted as he came with her, firing another load of cum deep inside of her.
He rammed as far as he could into her, feeling his essence shoot into her and splash around him. He stayed in place, this time, making sure to mark her permanently as his. Rope after rope of cum splashed around inside, painting her walls white. He eventually pulled out, feeling drained, but never more alive. Their combined releases spilled out of her, staining the sheets. His breath quickened.
"Ugh," Trish groaned pleasurably. She rubbed her stomach with both hands, feeling their cum mixing and warming her from inside. If she had known what human love and passion felt like she would've defected from Mundus earlier, she felt. It was hard to think straight after having been pounded twice in a row for the first time.
Her mind was foggy but returned to normal after hearing Dante say something.
"Huh?"
"I said turn around, babe. Get on all fours."
She obeyed, turning onto her stomach and getting on her hands and knees.
SLAP!
"Ah!" Trish yelped. Dante had just slapped her ass. He did it again, enjoying the way her cheeks jiggled.
He got on his knees and positioned himself behind her, getting ready to take her doggy style. He guided his dick back inside her, feeling the slimy and wet entrance welcome him back in. He smoothly slid along her walls until he was all the way inside. With his hands on her waist, he pulled out some, then rammed back in.
"Oh!" His lover responded favorably. She hadn't expected this, but didn't want it to end. As he continued to take her in this position she tried to keep up, pushing back against him with each of his mind numbing thrusts. She kept her arms straight, wanting to stay up. Each impact jolted through her, her boobs bouncing. She wondered what her face looked like. Her eyes were half lidded, her mouth open as she freely moaned, and her hair a mess. She bet she looked dirty.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
They could feel liquid splashing at her entrance. The remnants of their cum from earlier continued to spill out around Dante, and a puddle of their combined fluids formed underneath their genitals. More and more liquid spilled out, dripping into the puddle.
"Mmm, take me harder, Dante!" She yelled.
He gripped her hips tighter. He started pounding her, the bed rocking even harder with them. Sweat flew everywhere as they started to become a blur.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
"Oh yeah," he groaned.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" She started chanting that word repeatedly.
They kept going for a while, getting rougher. It was only a matter of time before their third release came, and Dante let go once again, slamming into Trish as he painted her insides white again. She groaned as she orgasmed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Wave after wave of juice shot out, mixing and sloshing in her.
"Uuuhhhh," Trish groaned. She was panting heavily.
"You okay, babe?" Dante asked through deep breaths. He rubbed her butt soothingly.
"Y-yeah. Just. My first time. Feels so. Good."
He chuckled.
"Glad to hear it. Cause I'm not finished with you."
She moaned happily as he pulled out of her (with more cum leaking out) and turned her over onto her back. Her butt lay in the puddle they made.
He grabbed her ankles and then suddenly brought her legs up to her chest, forming a V shape. Trish yelped as he exposed her such pornographically to him. With her vulva further available to him, Dante plunged back in. He leaned himself forward until her ankles rested on his shoulders. This way, he reached even deeper inside her, hitting different parts of her that almost made her cry from the pleasure. She instantly tightened around him again, crying out in unforeseen pleasure.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh YES!"
He drove into her from above, attacking all her weak points. Wet slaps accompanied the smack of their bodies and the bed rocked even harder, whining loudly as Dante continued railing Trish.
Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak. BANG!
The sound actually scared them as the mattress suddenly dropped straight down. They stopped, realizing what happened. The bed frame had been destroyed, having given out from their rough sex. The legs of the bed had snapped as well.
The sudden drop had inadvertently driven Dante even deeper into Trish. Despite that, they were still stuck in dumbfounded amazement.
"Heh heh. Hehehehe," Dante chuckled.
Trish looked up at his smiling face. She could only laugh with him.
"Hahahaha. Hahahahahahahaha!"
They started laughing loudly, amazed at their strength. So this was what happened when two devils made love? They couldn't think of anything more erotic than destructive sex.
Trish grabbed Dante's face and brought it down to hers. They kissed. Roughly. Wet smacks and sloppy slurps filled the room.
"Humm. Hmmm," Trish moaned happily.
As they kissed, Dante drew back and shoved back in.
"Mmm!"
Once again, he rapidly started thrusting into her, this time amidst the remains of their bed. His loins smacked against her butt cheeks as he drove as far into her vagina as possible. It wasn't long until they neared their next orgasm.
"Oh, Trish! Shi-I-I'm cumming!" Dante broke the kiss.
"Do it baby, do it! Cum inside me!"
"Aaaahhhhh!" He went at her like a wild animal, driven by pure, unadulterated lust. He didn't need to hold back anymore. He found the perfect woman, the only one who could keep up with him in this world! If they destroy everything in their path, so be it! Nothing could ever stop him from spilling his seed inside her!
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Trish screamed. She was ready, she was made for this! Her vagina was created to be his cum deposit, she will take it all!
Trish let go, her release finally coming. She let go, convulsing wildly as she sprayed Dante's length with her cum. Dante couldn't hold on any longer either; he blasted his seed inside of her once again, white hot liquid shooting out of him and splashing together with hers.
"Grahhh!" Dante let loose and slammed his lower body into hers over and over again. Trish howled with pleasure, feeling her cum blast out of her, around Dante's length.
For a brief second, Dante and Trish were no longer themselves. Instead, they were demons, wild and carnal, carrying out their lust. Their growls and screams carried on, marking the night with an unforgettable memory. They went on for what felt like an eternity, until they finally died down, slowly regaining their human consciousness.
They panted hard, their mouths open in front of each other's. Deep breaths greedily gasped for air, sucking in oxygen that couldn't come fast enough.
They were in awe, completely astounded that they had it in them. They'd lost control of themselves, became something that wasn't them.
"That-that was-oh my god," Trish said through gasps. "That was amazing."
"You're amazing, beautiful," Dante said. "I love you."
"I love you so much Dante."
They lay there, content to just pant and catch their breaths. The overwhelming love and pleasure they'd expressed wouldn't have been justified by words. What was also amazing was that, even after all they'd done, and how long they'd been doing it, Dante was still hard.
"Are you ever going to get that down?" Trish jokingly asked, enjoying how it still throbbed in her.
"With you? Never."
"You're sweet," she kissed him. "Get off me. I want to try something different."
"Oh yeah?" He slowly pulled out of her, watching as his slimy dick emerged. Fluids poured out of her as he finally freed himself.
As he sat back and let Trish finally bring her legs down, she motioned for him to sit back against the headboard. Once he did she straddled him with both legs under his arms and both feet on the bed, bringing him back inside her. She moaned softly, never wanting to be without him again.
"Let me take care of you, baby," she said. She softly bounced up and down on his cock, riding him softly. Dante relaxed and rested against the headboard, content to watch Trish get him off using her body. Her long hair swayed as she bounced and her tits jiggled. He was so deeply in love with her it wasn't even funny.
Eventually she managed to bring them both to release. She moaned and threw her head back, baring her chest to him. Dante groaned as he felt himself surge through her inner passage again.
At that point they were beyond exhausted, but they couldn't get enough of each other. They couldn't stop now, not when they had each other like this.
They opted to take it easy the next round, lying on their sides. Dante spooned Trish from behind, slowly but more steadily humping her. Their heads lay on the warm pillows, letting them rest as they took each other in. Their soft moans warmed their hearts.
As they reached their sixth orgasm that night together, lying in the remains of their bed, they decided to just ride it out in unspoken pleasure. Dante buried his face in her neck, breathing her scent in. He was all the way inside her again, his pelvis pressed against her tight cheeks. He caressed her breasts while she held onto his arms and pushed her back against him.
They didn't separate, having lost the strength to. Their sweaty skin stuck to each other, fusing them into one being, finally complete after finding their other half.
"That...was the best sex ever," Dante said.
"It's nice to know you have something to compare it to."
"Oh shoot. No, what I meant was-"
"I'm just playing, baby," Trish laughed. "There's no way you didn't have any before me. You're strong, handsome, smart, who wouldn't fall for you?"
"Quite a lot of babes, actually."
"Oh."
"But you? I struck gold. I don't have to worry about going too hard on you or tiring you out. You're a demon, you can keep up with me. Aside from the fact that I'm already so in love with you, I could never go back."
"That's...sweet I guess."
"Sorry babe. It's just that...you're my first real relationship. None of the other girls were serious, they always just wanted to spend my money or get themselves off. I don't know how to do this right."
"You don't have to do this alone, Dante," Trish took his hand. "I'm only a few days old, I have even less experience. But with you, I know it'll be worth it."
Silence filled the air for a while as they rested.
"Trish..."
"Hmm?"
"I was serious, back at the bar. I really do love you. I know this is all kinds of unusual, but everything about you turns me on. The fact that you were created by my enemy just a few days ago, that we've known each other for two, and that I can look at your face and only see you makes my desire for you insatiable."
"Dante..." she blushed.
"And that you have a heart, the ability to cry, and justice to turn on your master speaks volumes of who you are. You're human underneath it all, Trish. You are the ideal woman."
She struggled not to cry at his words. She allowed a sniffle.
"And I would love nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life. I want more than anything to marry you and make you mine. To have you as my wife, and the mother of my children."
Tears leaked out from her eyes.
"Oh Dante..."
"Would you do that, Trish? Will you marry me?"
"Dante. Yes. Yes. I will marry you," she turned her head back to his and they shared a romantic kiss.
"I love you Trish."
"I love you Dante."
They settled back down, at peace. Hope filled their hearts, with excitement for the future. After a long silence, Dante shuffled slightly.
"Urk."
"What's wrong, Dante?"
"Nothing. I just finally worked up a boner."
"Did you now?" She said slyly. She turned around so she could face him. "And what are you gonna do with it?"
"I'm gonna use it to make love to you all night long."
"All night?"
"All night."
"Then do it baby. Make love to me."
"Yes ma'am," Dante smiled as he kissed her again. She got under him and helped guide him into her yet again. Once they connected, they picked up where they left off. Trish wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They kissed as they made love.
Throughout the entire night, they had sex nonstop. If they tired out, they would rest and kiss each other until they were ready. From then on until daybreak, they didn't let up as they humped away until they no longer could, finally collapsing under the covers and letting their bodies rest. They knew no better bliss as sleep finally took them and gave them respite.
...
Dante woke up in a void. There was nothing around him, just black. He couldn't tell if he was in any immediate danger. He checked himself; he had no weapons on him. Whatever came to him, he'd have to face alone.
Click. Tap. Click. Tap. Click. Tap. Click. Tap.
Dante turned around to face the sound of high heels on a hard floor approaching him. He faltered when he saw who was walking in them. Wearing a black dress, red shawl, and black heels was Trish, walking towards him. She had a warm smile on her face, her hands clasped in front of her. Dante frowned.
Wait.
Trish stepped up to him, still smiling. Her eyes were so tender, soft. It actually took Dante a second to realize his mistake. This wasn't Trish.
Mother?
She took his hands, holding them up to her lips and kissing them. She was delicate, loving, and affectionate. He stood there, letting her tend to him. How he had missed her...
Click. Tap. Click. Tap. Click. Tap. Click. Tap.
Dante turned again, hearing another pair of heels. This time, it was the real Trish, wearing her corset, pants, and boots. She was also smiling, but she had a more aggressive side to it, almost smirking. Her eyes had a spark to them, conveying playfulness, cockiness, and naughtiness. This was the woman he loved.
Trish hugged him, pressing her face into his neck. He felt her large chest press into his and her crotch line up with his in their embrace.
When she pulled back, Dante saw the two identical women in front of him with their distinct expressions. Looking between them, he could make out tons of differences, looking past their appearances. Trish held his hand, looking into his eyes.
The void started to evaporate around them, with white appearing and swirling into the black. The brightness was blinding. It was hard to see. Dante looked around for his mother, not wanting to see her disappear too. He saw her, from a distance. She seemed to be smiling back at him. Was that why it was so bright? He couldn't see her face. As the white consumed her and made her vanish, he looked into Trish's face. It looked the same as it did when they first met. It was striking.
The white void shone brightly, and Dante opened his eyes to see the sunlight pouring in through the window. He blinked his eyes, waking up. When he adjusted them, he saw Trish's face in front of his, eyes closed. She was still sleeping.
His heart full, he gazed into the rare side of her that she'd never shown before. Here, she looked so peaceful. So vulnerable. Looking into her face, he could never see her as a demon or an evil twin. She was so pure, and as far as he was concerned she was his whole world.
He stared into her face, losing track of time. He was content to watch her sleep, knowing that this was the sight that awaited him every morning. If this was another dream, he didn't want to wake up from it, because he wanted to live it.
Trish fidgeted, starting to wake up. She opened her beautiful blue eyes, and awoke to her lover staring back at her. She yawned, tears poking out from under her eyelids.
"Good morning," Dante cheerily said to her.
"Mmm."
"You look great in the morning light."
"You're alright too, I guess," Trish leaned over to kiss him. They softly kissed, sharing their tenderness.
"You have this to look forward to every morning, baby," Dante said.
"Lucky me."
"Come on," he said, throwing back the blanket. "Let's get washed up."
He looked down at the dozens of stains on the sheets. His cock twitched.
"Looks like we'll need a new bed, too," Trish said slyly.
"Heh, seems that way. Better hope we don't break the next one."
They headed into the shower together, washing off the remnants of last night. Having just woken up from their first night together, Dante couldn't resist squeezing her tits and ass. Trish couldn't stop herself from tugging at his length. As they kissed under the shower, they lost track of time yet again. The rest of the day was going to have to wait.