A/N: Crack!Chapter continued. Bad language ahead. I replaced some of the genitilia words to latin. It might be pretentious, but people always seem to be impressed by latin usage. Such as JKR writes in her famous HP series.
TRISH
I didn't know why, but I watched him through the cracks, my eyes glued to the gaping hole. And the noises that came from him were growing louder and his breathing was harsher.
Maybe if I walk in and console him, help him in his need. It looks like he couldn't get anything from that.
But he was pulling on something that was part of his flesh. I had seen that before. They were called Mentula in an older written language,and in the underworld, they were usually used for anal penetration. The Mentula Veranius.
Because anal penetration is all about power in hell. Just like Vlad the Impaler does with his victims. Large sticks were thrusted into their backside until there was nothing left but the power being sucked right out of them.
So here I am and I'm reaching for my black pants, unbuckling them, touch myself there. To my dismay, I find them so hot and so moist that it startled me.
His cries were getting louder, just like before….and I cry with him, I can hear my own voice strangle. Then the whimpering started, coming from my throat and I was gasping….choking…
Then the door opened.
I was on the floor, in a heap, and my hand in my pants.
Dante stood there above me in a pained expression, his shirt undone and his pants barely buttoned.
"What the fuck?"
He probably thought seeing his mother-clone was too horrific and disgusting to him.
But instead he pulled me up and told me to go to bed. He pushed back his white hair and closed his eyes.
"Oh Trish. You shouldn't have seen me like that."
"It's okay." I whimper some more.
"It's okay….okay…" I faintly said, "Because I know that demons in the underworld go through the same thing…"
Nelo Angelo
He sent me another succubus tonight. She was healthier this time. Not some husk of a woman that looked like she had gone through several hundred victims.
This one was fresh, inviting, and unquestionably young.
I didn't usually go for the young ones. As they are inexperienced and immature. I'd rather they were older, wiser, and knew what the hell they were doing. I have less patience for pitiful women who didn't know their asshole from their clitoris. Puella defutata
She went down on her knees and started to undo my armor. I stopped her hand and she looked up at me. Her eyes were moist, as if she were crying.
If there's one thing I can't stand…..
"C'mere." I murmur to her.
Instead of the usual. Instead of having her pleasure me in the most insane way.
I held her close to my armored breast.
And for a moment, just for that split second, I tried to remember why I was here in the first place.