DEVIL MAY CRY - ANONYMOUS KINK MEME
THE DEVIL MAY CRY ANONYMOUS KINK MEME
What this is:
In case it's not self-explanatory, we'll spell this out for you. Anonymous--meaning that everything posted on here is exactly that. Anon commenting is on, IP logging is off. The only one that will know who you are is you. Kink--meaning behavior (typically sexual) that deviates from what is ( Read more... )
What this is:
In case it's not self-explanatory, we'll spell this out for you. Anonymous--meaning that everything posted on here is exactly that. Anon commenting is on, IP logging is off. The only one that will know who you are is you. Kink--meaning behavior (typically sexual) that deviates from what is ( Read more... )
"I don't want his tongue down there! That's what cats do!"
His chuckle reverberated through her every bone and nerve. "It's not rough, Kyrie. Soft and smooth...and it would feel very, very good."
Her eyes slipped shut, and she tried not to think of all the places she'd like Nero's tongue.
"He'd start at the back of your knees, I imagine. You're sensitive there, aren't you? Always so chaste and covered. Such a good girl, aren't you?"
Though she had tried not to listen before, now she fervently wished he would continue, hating herself for that naughty train of thought.
"His tongue at your thighs...his hand and that claw following. Why, I bet he could rip those panties right off with that thing."
Kyrie bit down on her lip, hoping it wouldn't draw blood, but thinking it would serve her right for indulging this pervert and listening to his fantasies. She knew full well he was thinking of himself in Nero's position, but the ideas he presented were far too interesting to run off now.
"But you're a little shy, aren't you? Sweet Kyrie. You'd be too shy to let him take those panties off right away....but I think you'd let his tongue find you, right over the cloth. His hands touching your hips as he worshiped you."
His breath was hot on her ear and she wished it were Nero in his place. "I do...."
"Yes?"
"Want...him." If she believed it strongly enough, maybe Nero would magically appear. Maybe Dante was Nero in disguise, too shy to tell her what he truly wished to do.
Dante's hands slid up the length of her arms to rest on her shoulders. He gave them a squeeze, then released one, pointing to a side street. "I just saw him go in there. Why don't you tell him what you want, Kyrie?"
She spun to face him, raising a finger and shaking it menacingly. "Don't you ever dare tell him what you....what I.....is that clear?" There was an urgency between her legs, one she'd tried to ignore in Nero's presence, but that persistent sensation that would no longer be suppressed.
"Clear as day," he grinned, placing an arm over his stomach and bowing ever-so-slightly.
She turned, gathering up her dress and hurrying away from the crazed pervert. That pervert in question folded his arms, nodding to himself at a job well done.
"Yeah, babe, just like I thought. Now that practice is done, time for my real victim...."
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