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Liner Note/ Look, this is flagged for a reason, and that reason is that I said fuck it and decided to post a hentai work here. I don't care if you don't like it - if you don't, then don't read it, damn it all. As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with posting this or writing, as it's my journal and a work of creativity is a work of creativity, regardless of content. Last warning. You don't want to read the sex scene, leave now. If you do read it, know that it isn't just gratuitous smut, it's a scene that I actually decided to write solely to see how I really wrote out that aspect of this particular pairing's relationship. they're adults, and I rather think this helped me to understand them a bit better in the 3-D sense, adding to the other facets of them I've tried to cover in my writing. There is definitely a whole lot more backstory as well as the story this goes in, and it's just a prt of the tale, as far as I'm concerned. And as for posting it, well, I didn't think it was right to put this in the community for them, so I just dumped it here, so I can force myself to look at it outside of Word and not be thinking of editing grammar alone. /End Liner Note
She didn’t respond either, but shook her head and smiled whimsically at their position, ironically so like the one they had dealt with years before. It seemed like time had them on a play-loop, a circle that they both hoped had a different end hidden somewhere. He moved to her side, arms grasping her slim waist and tugging the pair gently into a loving embrace. She reached her own arms around his, a double circle now around them, as she held onto his arms and leaned into his chest. He kissed the crown of her dark-haired head, softly, the expelled breath warming her from head to toe.
“This is nice.”
“Yeah.”
“Wish it could last longer.”
“Me too, babe.”
Technically, he could make it last longer, with Quicksilver, but Dante knew the moment was special because it was short, and he let it slide. Lady’s fingers rubbed soft, feather-light figure-eights on his forearms, the touch sending a tingle through his body. He sighed, and leaned down against her, shrouding her in his form and his heavy masculine scent filled her nose. It made her heady at the same time that it comforted her, and she moaned a little at the pleasant moment they were sharing. It had been too long since either of them had shared a truly intimate moment, since either had felt more than simple love from friends and a child.
At the sound of Lady’s moan, Dante found himself even further entranced, leaning down further and pecking the side of her face with his smooth lips lovingly. When he went back after a moment’s savoring delay for a second helping, she twisted her head around to bring their faces together and his lips barely missed her own. Wiggling to loosen his embrace, she turned to face him fully and smirked playfully, whispering in a velvet tone that his aim had been off and she knew he could shoot better than that, trailing a soft finger over his lips. Groaning wantonly at the touch, he had pulled her flush up against his taller form, lips peppering hers repeatedly with increasing fervor as he demonstrated how well he could aim and send fire through her.
Kissing heavily again, as they had in the kitchen, the pair soon found themselves leant against the railing. Dante trailed his hot kisses off of their original target and onto her cheeks and nose, while Lady nibbled gently at the ends of the long fingers of his hostage hands. She’d pulled them up from her waist with her own hands, taking care to skim the palms over her body as they rose. At her breasts she had swiftly passed over the area, moving almost directly from her ribs to her shoulders, before finally having his hands arrive at the position they were now caught in. He had tightened bodily throughout the act, and was slowly unwinding from the missed opportunity when she began her teasing nibbles on his fingertips.
His mind went to other places where she could nibble and use her mouth, and he felt himself twitch in response to the lewd idea. Lady’s breasts were pressed firmly into Dante’s hard chest as he tugged her against him again, wanting further contact after the lusty thought she had brought to his mind’s forefront. His hips ground slightly on hers, and she accommodated the action by splaying her hips for greater surface area and grinding back on him. He snarled harshly in pleasure, the choked sound garbled further as her tongue drove into his opened mouth and began ravaging the wet interior. Her mind imagined his wet and hot tongue flicking somewhere else suddenly as it retaliated and dove into her own open mouth, feeling a flush light her skin at the naughty idea. Panting, the pair broke apart.
“Lady, babe…” He wanted a coherent thought here. Why wasn’t it coming as fast as he wanted it to?
“…I know, Dante.” She wasn’t so alert herself right now. Why couldn’t she give a good reason for them to not finish this here and now?
The two hunters kissed again, cooling wet lips growing hot again and swelling from the force of their passionate exchange. At a subtle shift of her body, her crotch grazed along his aroused state and her nipples peaked at the scuff of fabric between them. Reacting to the motion and the renewed arousal he could feel on her, his hips bucked slightly, his breath becoming heavier as he went to deepen their contact. Dante was put-out when her hands pushed gently on his chest, an obvious ‘wait, please,’ gesture, but he obeyed anyway.
“Wait. We can’t…not here. We’re on the porch, for the love of…”
“I know. I’m the most powerful devil out here…I think we’re safe to go.”
“Not that. I’m not, that’s not…mm, we should go inside.”
“She’ll hear us if we use the bedroom.”
“Then we won’t use the bedroom.”
Lady slipped out of her pinned position against the railing, moving silently toward the house’s single main door. She opened it quietly, the smallest of creaks coming from the aging wood as she looked over her shoulder at her would be partner. Her right hand raised, palm upturned and index finger pulling backward in a seductive ‘come here’ motion. Grinning sexily at the move, her half-devil partner rushed over in an eye’s blink, eager to please his hot lady.
The pair moved into the house, through the darkened living room and kitchen, toward the side door that opened into the tiny garage. It was even darker in that room, without even moonlight from the windows, and the half-devil took the opportunity to run swift and feather-light brushes of his hands on the human woman’s exposed arms and upper thighs. She gasped as his palms graced the fronts of her thighs, fingers splaying and sloping slowly towards the middle of her legs before retreating swiftly with a final tantalizing brush. He chuckled in a husky tone behind her after the action, hands solidly grasping her shoulders now, nudging gently to remind her to move on from where she’d stopped in shock and arousal.
The dark-haired woman pinched the tops of his hands playfully, letting him know that she was the adult here; that he had been a bad boy, and she was going to punish him. The white-haired head behind her whistled lowly at the intended threat, playing the part of the shocked youth as she led him once again. This time they approached a second door in the garage, camouflaged into the sheetrock, which she slid open with a small grating sound. The weapons room, he saw, a small part of him going ecstatic at the huge array of firearms on display inside. He found his jacket collar grasped in slender and pale hands, and acquiesced to being yanked inside by his human partner, who released him with a light push and closed the door again, pitching the room into inky blackness.
Lady realized it wasn’t the smartest of moves if she wanted to stay in charge, as their silent game had suggested, but she honestly didn’t care about that, only about sharing this. Dante stood still for a moment, eyes glowing in the dark, before he considered her own stillness a good sign of openness to his attack and he moved in a blur over to her side.
“You like it in the dark? There are monsters in the dark, Lady.” His hot breath swirled on the rim of her cold left ear, as he spoke, the damp heat making her flush.
His mouth and tongue traced a moist trail down her ear to suck at the lobe, then paused before the wet muscle prodded gently at the side of her neck, licking up to the skin under her jawbone erotically. She gasped and moaned at the contact, leaning her head to the side and exposing more of her neck’s soft flesh to his assault. A pleased croon came through his lips, vibrating against her skin as they descended on her neck, suckling harshly and kissing lightly in an alternating pattern that began to make the dark-haired woman throb with heat.
“I’m not scared of the monsters under my bed. I like to play with them, Dante.” Her voice was breathy, already roughening from the foreplay they’d gotten into earlier, the sound of it sending an exciting thrum through his veins.
Her body slipped away from him, moving through the dark with a slight sashay that she knew he could see perfectly, wide hips swaying back and forth enticingly. She knew the room from spending countless hours in it, and made her way to a large table in the back, hefting the large rocket launcher off its surface and gently setting it aside. Without looking at his approaching form, she swung her butt up onto the table’s cloth covered top, legs crossed over each other as she leant back teasingly, breasts pushed forward by the action.
Dante’s growl came back at the taunt, eyes flashing red as he took in the appealing sight hungrily. ‘This is why I love her, love this strong and fearless woman.’ She was brazen enough to play with monsters, to laugh and taunt them into falling before her on the battlefield. It wasn’t the same kind of battle, but to the devil in him, it was just as erotic to see her boldly challenge him. His powerful arms pressed on the table on either side of her, teeth showing in his own mischievous grin.
“No, you’re not scared of monsters. There are good things that go bump in the night, too, and you love them.”
To emphasize his point, he pushed her legs open gently, slotting his hips in the new space. His hands grasped her firm buttocks and pulled her across the table to close the gap between their pelvises. Her legs wrapped around his own buttocks, tugging him in to her with a bump between their crotches, at which they both gasped pleasurably. He bumped them together again, hissing at the intimate contact as a moan escaped her throat. They were still clothed, but the rough friction alone was enough to heighten both hunters’ arousal at the moment, slow throbs and burning heats building in both their groins, as they rubbed together erratically. His mouth descended to devour hers at a loud open-mouthed moan that left her wide open to his assault, tongue thrusting inside the open cavity ruthlessly. Her moan became a shocked cry, followed by a satiated sigh as the predator before her sucked, nipped, licked, and kissed her mouth inside and outside ferociously. His tongue darted down, dancing around hers and lapping at the back of her throat and teeth in a frenzied series of wet, slippery thrusts that left her wanting another kind of thrusting between their bodies. She wiggled her hips slightly, the motion jarring a hungry and strained hiss from his throat, the demonic sound full of lust at the bold move.
Her mismatched eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark now, and she raised her hands around his neck, fingers curling into the hair at his nape and tickling the sensitive flesh there sensually. His own icy and illuminated eyes bore down on her as his head pulled back with a pleased croon at the touch, the inhuman slit pupils dilating in pleasure as her hands moved down to his chest, nails dragging on his neck in a rough tease. She knew by now that he liked it that way, preferred their rough, almost competitive, frenzied sex to gentler love-making any day.
He liked it when she clawed him with her short fingernails, craved it when she bit him with dull teeth, loved it when she pushed him around and forcefully took his body into her own hands. She liked having him react to the challenge, craved having him take her harsh and fast, loved having their battles of desire. The pair of hunters would never have said they didn’t love each other, but they would never have said that their sex was love-making either - it was fucking, screwing, heat and sweat surrounding their bodies as they slammed together at the hips and mouths, hands clutching and clawing, raw friction and rough sensation that drove them over the edge together.
Presently, his large hands clutched roughly at her white blouse’s front, hard fingers molding her breasts through the fabric of shirt and bra. He was leaning over her, her back pressed to the gun display table, hips pushed up by his encroaching figure. Dante’s left hand tugged once at the shirt’s aligned buttons, wickedly amused eyes watching them pop off from the force and leaving her flesh exposed to him. His right hand moved over her stomach, thumb circling the belly-button thrice before dragging slowly down to the slope of her hips, eyes flashing hotly at the tightening of her sensitized flesh. With her distracted, his left hand’s nails seemed to sharpen, then with a few flicks, her bra’s tight straps cut with a snap, and the cups were pulled away with a pleased hiss.
“Now, you’ve really been a bad demon. I’m going to have to punish you, Mister Bump-in-the-Night.” Lady had expected he would do something like that, he knew it irritated and aroused her. The toothy white grin gleaming in the gloom above her told her he was expecting the punishment, she knew it was exhilarating to him.
Pushing him back with both palms, she lashed out at his cheeks, dragging nails hard enough to draw bright blood as her head shook back and forth in a recognizable form of mock disapproval. Her still-booted heels drove deeply into his back, before dropping down and thumping his rump soundly in succession. She whispered what a bad boy he was again, voice all dark promises of painful pleasure, before wiping her bloody nails on his nose and pinching it to drag his face down to her. She let go, grasping the sides of his head and pinching his ears sharply while slamming his nose into the valley between her freed breasts. The nipples peaked at his hot pants cooling on her skin, and she ordered him to stop panting like a dog or she’d punish him worse, boxing his ears when he complied, not needing breath.
Lady ground his long, aristocratic nose into each of her breasts, smacking him when she caught his eyes gazing at the rosy peaks hungrily. Her finger waggled in a no-no gesture as it moved in front of the face she ripped away from her chest, the hand then flicking his own nipples through his vest and shirt, before traveling down and gripping his obvious arousal, where it was joined by its twin. This was his punishment, she breathed out huskily, for being so impatient and greedy. Her hands gripped his penis through the red leather, squeezing harder and harder, enjoying listening to his savagely pleased snarls increasing in volume, suddenly releasing him with a light whack to his tip. Her hands went between his legs next, pinching the insides of his thighs and scraping nails back up along his shaft, knowing he couldn’t feel it as much as he wanted through the leather, teasing him with the action. Leaving off and skimming away to push off his coat, the human woman then began undoing his vest’s buckles, flicking his chin hard each time she undid one, repeating the word bad like a mantra.
Divested of his outer tops, Lady’s dark-haired head then moved back to survey her more than willing victim, looking like the cat that got the canary. The predatory satisfaction on her face was matched by a mirror counterpart on Dante’s pale face, eyes smoldering with his pent up arousal and lust for the feisty woman. Smirking callously at him, she stood on her knees on the table’s top, legs spreading into an A as she peeled off her ruined tops’ remains. Her hands then fondled her round breasts, a series of sucked in breathes betraying her pleasure as the self-manipulation, fingers tweaking her nipples into pointed peaks. They soon skimmed down her sides, demanding mismatched eyes ordering him not to move as she forced him to watch her take pleasure without him, the true punishment after turning him on.
Both hands had now grasped the edges of her black skirt, diving under to hide her actions from his thirsty gaze, igniting a spark of jealousy in them. She knew that the devil and the man both considered that their territory, both wanted to know everything she did to herself there, hated having it hidden from their sight, but smelling and tasting the effects. Her smirk broadened at his obvious reaction, laughing slightly until her own mouth erupted into a loud groan, feeling her own engorged sex through her tight black exercise shorts. He snorted as she pulled the tight clothing off, licking his lips at the increased scent of her arousal that was released with the action, continuing to watch greedily as Lady’s fingers prodded at her entrance through her bikini-cuts.
Hands hidden by her skirt, the dark-haired woman moaned and breathed heavier as her fingers rubbed her folds through the fabric, crying out in delight as her index finger grazed her clitoris. Her left hand shimmied the damp panties down her thighs as her right continued to fondle her sex, moving away briefly as the panties came past it. Panting and whimpering, the woman placed one finger at her vagina and slid it inside, pumping delicately as she shifted her legs to pull off her undergarments completely. Her skirt had ridden up now, the fabric bunched about her hips, but she was heedless to it as she slid a second finger inside, crying out at the wider penetration, breathlessly pumping and swirling her hand in its position. Stroking inside her wetness with her right fingers, her left hand moved up to fondle her breasts again, harshly plucking at the nipples and grazing the globes with short nails, she could feel herself tighten. Her body shuddered convulsively, legs twitching even further apart as Lady’s arousal peaked and broke into a mind-numbing orgasm.
Watching her come down from her self-induced sex haze, Dante licked his lips in anticipation, feeling his own arousal throb from the erotic display and his lust bubbling over at being forced to wait his turn. His left hand compulsively stroked his hard length once, catching a view of his partner’s exposed sex as she slid back to sit on the table, leaving her legs open invitingly. When her eyes opened, he was still standing obediently where she had ordered him to, though it was clear he was losing patience with her control. His own eyes had the madness of a starved animal in their icy blue depths, the pupils shrunk away to the tiniest of black slits, hungrily eating the view of the woman before him without shame. They tracked her body’s langorous movements as she leaned back on her palms, flaring as a bead of sweat trickled down the column of her soft throat lazily. Finally, they saw the signal they had been waiting for, her head raising up with eyes that were impatient for his rebuttal to her performance.
Displacing, coming to a stop with his head butted against hers, he uttered a guttural growl that was all lustful praise, though she couldn’t understand the demon words within it. His hands roamed over her knees and thighs, fingertips tingling with the friction of skin on skin. Reaching her hips, his thumbs swirled slow patterns into the flesh there, fingers skimming around her behind and softly tickling her rump, the half-devil delighting in the spike of her arousal at the touches. His right hand slipped lower, fingers brushing at the edge of her crack, moving inward as they came closer to her still wet sex. Resting his hand just behind her crotch, feeling the damp heat emanating from the area, he purred in her ear that he loved seeing her wet, dipping his middle finger slowly forward into the slick area, the rest cradling her bottom. His left hand, which had been holding her right hip and massaging it gently, broke away to tug at her skirt’s zipper, wanting to expose her completely before he pleasured her.
Having undone the zipper and tugged away the loose skirt over her slim shoulders and head, he peered down happily at the naked woman, beginning to massage her hip again with his left hand, his right stilled at her damp crotch. Leaning down, he planted a few kisses on her face, lovingly covering her eyes, cheeks, nose, and mouth with his smooth lips. She smiled at him for the gentle attention, but clearly wanted more, and he obliged her by moving his right hand forward again. His middle finger grazed past her vagina, eliciting a delighted sigh from her, so he drug it back across, index and ring fingers lightly fondling her folds. Wanting to see her writhe and thrash in pleasure, his left hand skimmed down from her hip and in between her thighs, thumb and index finger trapping her clitoris in a delicate pinch, rubbing the sides with increasing pace and friction.
At the same time, he slid his right hand’s fingers back up slightly, thumb and pinky replacing his ring and index at her folds, so that the other two could join his middle finger. He rubbed that finger across her vagina again once, then slowly circled into it, continuing the spiral motion with the finger as it proceeded up into her body. The half-devil’s other two fingers slid in from opposite sides, entering swiftly as her legs twitched wide, and forming a triangle with the finger already in her. He pumped her lightly, then increased his pace as she began to moan and thrash, his left hand now covering the top of her soaking sex and rubbing it. His mouth descended on hers hotly, tongue diving in rhythm with his fingers a few times until she practically shrieked into his mouth, orgasming for the second time all too swiftly.
Settling back in pleasure, Lady could see her partner’s arousal straining under the tight red leather pants he was still wearing, and she wanted him out of them. Grinning a bit crazily, she leaned back toward him, slumping against his torso and pretending to be exhausted, while her hands rose behind his firm buttocks in a sneak attack. When he leaned over to kiss her, hands out and steadying her by the shoulders, her own hands attacked his silver belt buckle, unclasping it and then yanking open the fly of his pants feverishly. Dante chuckled huskily at the act, muttering that she was the real bad one here, taking advantage of innocent men, but he was cut off as she continued her assault. Her slim hands dove down into his pants despite their tightness, finding his erect shaft easily and encasing it in her hands, rubbing up and down its length and enjoying the throb she could feel even through his boxer briefs. His hands let go of her, tugging up on his black undershirt, exposing the pale and heavily muscled plain of his stomach before his whole top became bare, while she reluctantly let go of his penis to push down his pants until he could kick them off. His hand moved for his underwear, clearly ready to move to the finish, but she halted him by tugging his body down for a kiss.
The disruptive lip-lock trailed away as she moved down his chin, sliding bodily backwards until she could draw her legs underneath her, shivering in delight as her still wet sex was pressed tight, kissing down his chest slower. She licked at each nipple until it was pert, nibbling on them after, and biting his collarbone hard enough to leave a red mark that faded quickly under his body’s healing just as the earlier cheek scratches had. He groaned and growled in pleasure, the sound intensifying as she drove her tongue into his belly-button, still maneuvering on the table top herself. Lady finally was in the position she had wanted, lying on her own muscular belly and kissing the tops of his hips alternately. The half-devil stilled and quieted as she moved lower, sucking in his breath in anticipation.
Her mouth ghosted open over the front of his tight boxers, weaving back and forth until it came to rest just above the engorged head of his penis. Slowly, her black-haired head moved down onto his shaft’s tip, moist heat engulfing it as he groaned sharply. Her encircling mouth bobbed up and back down slowly, lips tightening until the pulse of blood in his sex banged against them insistent for more. Loosening up and popping off of his top, her tongue licked up from his base several times, first in a straight line then in waving patterns that set him to growling. His shaft twitched when she drew away from her tease, his growl lowering into a frustrated groan. She ignored his noises, instead reaching up to the black waistband just above her head and rolling it down his hips slowly. For every bit of his hips that she uncovered, she delivered an opened mouthed kiss to his still covered penis, never in the same spot twice, making the act more erotic. When she reached the point where she could no longer easily roll the fabric down, she pulled it away from his body and slid it smoothly down his thighs until it was loose enough to drop to the floor. As soon as he had stepped out of them, her dark-haired head again bent over his now exposed sex.
She blew on it first, humming to herself in amusement as it twitched and jumped at the cool sensation, then flicked her tongue over the tip. Her lips slid over the whole head next, pulling back until they formed a tight ring at its base, tongue swirling around it a few times before she slid further along his length. There was no way she would get him all in her mouth alone, but she went as far as she could before pulling back, pausing and moving forward again, changing the speed of her motion and the tightness of her lips around him erratically. He was groaning loudly, grunting with strain as she reached her maximum again, licking his shaft’s underside as she held that position.
Her hands sloped down his hip bones, scratching lightly with her nails, the left circling off to enclose the rest of his shaft and the right moving between his legs to cradle his sac. As she moved back with her mouth, her left hand pumped him, feeling the blood engorged organ throb, and her right gently kneaded the hanging globe. Her right hand’s fingers pinched the loose skin near the top, which tore a snarl of pleasure from his throat, as her mouth pulled off the top of his shaft with a tiny pop of wet suction. He had started to thrust into her left hand, short jerks that were building up, and a bead of precum formed at the head of his shaft. He looked down, blue eyes hot with arousal and pleasure, as she held him now with both hands, squeezing and jerking him a few times then smirking as she kissed the head and lapped up the bead there.
He grunted again, prying her hands off of his sex as she sat back up, grinning wildly at her and kissing her hotly. Their tongues mingled briefly, mouths not staying together well, slippery with saliva, and he licked the rim of her lips before pulling back. He pushed her shoulders gently and she acknowledged the gesture, laying back fully exposed to him. Dante spread her legs open again, pulling her to the table’s edge and positioning himself in between her thighs. Lady grasped his back in her half-reclined position, needing the support and wanting the contact, tugging him closer in. His penis head slid up against her vagina, his height made their position easy and he wasted no further time in joining them, thrusting in swiftly and holding tight to her buttocks to keep her from slamming into the table with the force. They’d had sex long ago, so there was no need for gentle breaking in or getting used to each other, just a few moments pause to savor being united again. Soon, he began to push the last bit forward, hilting himself inside her and pulling out slowly, not wanting to leave her body. The half-devil groaned as his tip reached her entrance again, and he pounded back into her causing both of them to grunt at the contact, gripping each other fiercely. The woman felt her sex tighten around his body’s presence inside her, clamping and releasing in a beat, and she moaned as he pulled back again, wanting to keep him there. The pair of hunters moaned and groaned, panting as his speed built up and his thrusts became jerky, her walls tighter than before and her fluids soaking them where they joined.
Dante’s mouth closed over one of her aroused breasts, tongue flicking the nipple harshly, teeth nipping at its pert form before he switched and attacked the other breast in the same manner. Lady’s hands pulled at his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles there and kneading them in a pattern opposite of the pounding rhythm that had built up between them. His teeth became sharper, his form mutating once in a short burst to his devil body, and he hissed in pleasure during the moment, satisfied with her shriek of pleasure as his larger form filled her further before the trigger faded. The change in friction between skin types had her clamping on him hard, hands clutching the tops of his shoulders and tugging at them as her hold broke and her walls loosened with a shudder during her orgasm, cum flowing out into her vagina. Her body thrashing under him, he pumped into her again, barely moving back out before his own orgasm began to break and he powered back into her, penis taught as his seed spilled out in a rush and coated the inside of her.
Panting in the afterglow of their sex, the pair of hunters kissed softly, gentle and slow pecks that lingered warmly on each of their lips. Softening, Dante pulled out of Lady reluctantly, him hissing unhappily at the separation and her sighing tiredly. His hand brushed her hair away from her face gently, bending his own head down and nuzzling her lovingly, kissing her. She kissed him back, eyes fluttering open to watch his face happily, reaching a hand up to bury it in his hair affectionately. The half-devil scooped up the human woman carefully, ignoring her mumbled and half-hearted protest, knowing she was always tired afterwards and wanting to cuddle her to him anyway. His fingers snapped and their clothes disappeared and in a blur, he disappeared too, moving through the house almost instantly and setting her down on her bed.
She didn’t respond either, but shook her head and smiled whimsically at their position, ironically so like the one they had dealt with years before. It seemed like time had them on a play-loop, a circle that they both hoped had a different end hidden somewhere. He moved to her side, arms grasping her slim waist and tugging the pair gently into a loving embrace. She reached her own arms around his, a double circle now around them, as she held onto his arms and leaned into his chest. He kissed the crown of her dark-haired head, softly, the expelled breath warming her from head to toe.
“This is nice.”
“Yeah.”
“Wish it could last longer.”
“Me too, babe.”
Technically, he could make it last longer, with Quicksilver, but Dante knew the moment was special because it was short, and he let it slide. Lady’s fingers rubbed soft, feather-light figure-eights on his forearms, the touch sending a tingle through his body. He sighed, and leaned down against her, shrouding her in his form and his heavy masculine scent filled her nose. It made her heady at the same time that it comforted her, and she moaned a little at the pleasant moment they were sharing. It had been too long since either of them had shared a truly intimate moment, since either had felt more than simple love from friends and a child.
At the sound of Lady’s moan, Dante found himself even further entranced, leaning down further and pecking the side of her face with his smooth lips lovingly. When he went back after a moment’s savoring delay for a second helping, she twisted her head around to bring their faces together and his lips barely missed her own. Wiggling to loosen his embrace, she turned to face him fully and smirked playfully, whispering in a velvet tone that his aim had been off and she knew he could shoot better than that, trailing a soft finger over his lips. Groaning wantonly at the touch, he had pulled her flush up against his taller form, lips peppering hers repeatedly with increasing fervor as he demonstrated how well he could aim and send fire through her.
Kissing heavily again, as they had in the kitchen, the pair soon found themselves leant against the railing. Dante trailed his hot kisses off of their original target and onto her cheeks and nose, while Lady nibbled gently at the ends of the long fingers of his hostage hands. She’d pulled them up from her waist with her own hands, taking care to skim the palms over her body as they rose. At her breasts she had swiftly passed over the area, moving almost directly from her ribs to her shoulders, before finally having his hands arrive at the position they were now caught in. He had tightened bodily throughout the act, and was slowly unwinding from the missed opportunity when she began her teasing nibbles on his fingertips.
His mind went to other places where she could nibble and use her mouth, and he felt himself twitch in response to the lewd idea. Lady’s breasts were pressed firmly into Dante’s hard chest as he tugged her against him again, wanting further contact after the lusty thought she had brought to his mind’s forefront. His hips ground slightly on hers, and she accommodated the action by splaying her hips for greater surface area and grinding back on him. He snarled harshly in pleasure, the choked sound garbled further as her tongue drove into his opened mouth and began ravaging the wet interior. Her mind imagined his wet and hot tongue flicking somewhere else suddenly as it retaliated and dove into her own open mouth, feeling a flush light her skin at the naughty idea. Panting, the pair broke apart.
“Lady, babe…” He wanted a coherent thought here. Why wasn’t it coming as fast as he wanted it to?
“…I know, Dante.” She wasn’t so alert herself right now. Why couldn’t she give a good reason for them to not finish this here and now?
The two hunters kissed again, cooling wet lips growing hot again and swelling from the force of their passionate exchange. At a subtle shift of her body, her crotch grazed along his aroused state and her nipples peaked at the scuff of fabric between them. Reacting to the motion and the renewed arousal he could feel on her, his hips bucked slightly, his breath becoming heavier as he went to deepen their contact. Dante was put-out when her hands pushed gently on his chest, an obvious ‘wait, please,’ gesture, but he obeyed anyway.
“Wait. We can’t…not here. We’re on the porch, for the love of…”
“I know. I’m the most powerful devil out here…I think we’re safe to go.”
“Not that. I’m not, that’s not…mm, we should go inside.”
“She’ll hear us if we use the bedroom.”
“Then we won’t use the bedroom.”
Lady slipped out of her pinned position against the railing, moving silently toward the house’s single main door. She opened it quietly, the smallest of creaks coming from the aging wood as she looked over her shoulder at her would be partner. Her right hand raised, palm upturned and index finger pulling backward in a seductive ‘come here’ motion. Grinning sexily at the move, her half-devil partner rushed over in an eye’s blink, eager to please his hot lady.
The pair moved into the house, through the darkened living room and kitchen, toward the side door that opened into the tiny garage. It was even darker in that room, without even moonlight from the windows, and the half-devil took the opportunity to run swift and feather-light brushes of his hands on the human woman’s exposed arms and upper thighs. She gasped as his palms graced the fronts of her thighs, fingers splaying and sloping slowly towards the middle of her legs before retreating swiftly with a final tantalizing brush. He chuckled in a husky tone behind her after the action, hands solidly grasping her shoulders now, nudging gently to remind her to move on from where she’d stopped in shock and arousal.
The dark-haired woman pinched the tops of his hands playfully, letting him know that she was the adult here; that he had been a bad boy, and she was going to punish him. The white-haired head behind her whistled lowly at the intended threat, playing the part of the shocked youth as she led him once again. This time they approached a second door in the garage, camouflaged into the sheetrock, which she slid open with a small grating sound. The weapons room, he saw, a small part of him going ecstatic at the huge array of firearms on display inside. He found his jacket collar grasped in slender and pale hands, and acquiesced to being yanked inside by his human partner, who released him with a light push and closed the door again, pitching the room into inky blackness.
Lady realized it wasn’t the smartest of moves if she wanted to stay in charge, as their silent game had suggested, but she honestly didn’t care about that, only about sharing this. Dante stood still for a moment, eyes glowing in the dark, before he considered her own stillness a good sign of openness to his attack and he moved in a blur over to her side.
“You like it in the dark? There are monsters in the dark, Lady.” His hot breath swirled on the rim of her cold left ear, as he spoke, the damp heat making her flush.
His mouth and tongue traced a moist trail down her ear to suck at the lobe, then paused before the wet muscle prodded gently at the side of her neck, licking up to the skin under her jawbone erotically. She gasped and moaned at the contact, leaning her head to the side and exposing more of her neck’s soft flesh to his assault. A pleased croon came through his lips, vibrating against her skin as they descended on her neck, suckling harshly and kissing lightly in an alternating pattern that began to make the dark-haired woman throb with heat.
“I’m not scared of the monsters under my bed. I like to play with them, Dante.” Her voice was breathy, already roughening from the foreplay they’d gotten into earlier, the sound of it sending an exciting thrum through his veins.
Her body slipped away from him, moving through the dark with a slight sashay that she knew he could see perfectly, wide hips swaying back and forth enticingly. She knew the room from spending countless hours in it, and made her way to a large table in the back, hefting the large rocket launcher off its surface and gently setting it aside. Without looking at his approaching form, she swung her butt up onto the table’s cloth covered top, legs crossed over each other as she leant back teasingly, breasts pushed forward by the action.
Dante’s growl came back at the taunt, eyes flashing red as he took in the appealing sight hungrily. ‘This is why I love her, love this strong and fearless woman.’ She was brazen enough to play with monsters, to laugh and taunt them into falling before her on the battlefield. It wasn’t the same kind of battle, but to the devil in him, it was just as erotic to see her boldly challenge him. His powerful arms pressed on the table on either side of her, teeth showing in his own mischievous grin.
“No, you’re not scared of monsters. There are good things that go bump in the night, too, and you love them.”
To emphasize his point, he pushed her legs open gently, slotting his hips in the new space. His hands grasped her firm buttocks and pulled her across the table to close the gap between their pelvises. Her legs wrapped around his own buttocks, tugging him in to her with a bump between their crotches, at which they both gasped pleasurably. He bumped them together again, hissing at the intimate contact as a moan escaped her throat. They were still clothed, but the rough friction alone was enough to heighten both hunters’ arousal at the moment, slow throbs and burning heats building in both their groins, as they rubbed together erratically. His mouth descended to devour hers at a loud open-mouthed moan that left her wide open to his assault, tongue thrusting inside the open cavity ruthlessly. Her moan became a shocked cry, followed by a satiated sigh as the predator before her sucked, nipped, licked, and kissed her mouth inside and outside ferociously. His tongue darted down, dancing around hers and lapping at the back of her throat and teeth in a frenzied series of wet, slippery thrusts that left her wanting another kind of thrusting between their bodies. She wiggled her hips slightly, the motion jarring a hungry and strained hiss from his throat, the demonic sound full of lust at the bold move.
Her mismatched eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark now, and she raised her hands around his neck, fingers curling into the hair at his nape and tickling the sensitive flesh there sensually. His own icy and illuminated eyes bore down on her as his head pulled back with a pleased croon at the touch, the inhuman slit pupils dilating in pleasure as her hands moved down to his chest, nails dragging on his neck in a rough tease. She knew by now that he liked it that way, preferred their rough, almost competitive, frenzied sex to gentler love-making any day.
He liked it when she clawed him with her short fingernails, craved it when she bit him with dull teeth, loved it when she pushed him around and forcefully took his body into her own hands. She liked having him react to the challenge, craved having him take her harsh and fast, loved having their battles of desire. The pair of hunters would never have said they didn’t love each other, but they would never have said that their sex was love-making either - it was fucking, screwing, heat and sweat surrounding their bodies as they slammed together at the hips and mouths, hands clutching and clawing, raw friction and rough sensation that drove them over the edge together.
Presently, his large hands clutched roughly at her white blouse’s front, hard fingers molding her breasts through the fabric of shirt and bra. He was leaning over her, her back pressed to the gun display table, hips pushed up by his encroaching figure. Dante’s left hand tugged once at the shirt’s aligned buttons, wickedly amused eyes watching them pop off from the force and leaving her flesh exposed to him. His right hand moved over her stomach, thumb circling the belly-button thrice before dragging slowly down to the slope of her hips, eyes flashing hotly at the tightening of her sensitized flesh. With her distracted, his left hand’s nails seemed to sharpen, then with a few flicks, her bra’s tight straps cut with a snap, and the cups were pulled away with a pleased hiss.
“Now, you’ve really been a bad demon. I’m going to have to punish you, Mister Bump-in-the-Night.” Lady had expected he would do something like that, he knew it irritated and aroused her. The toothy white grin gleaming in the gloom above her told her he was expecting the punishment, she knew it was exhilarating to him.
Pushing him back with both palms, she lashed out at his cheeks, dragging nails hard enough to draw bright blood as her head shook back and forth in a recognizable form of mock disapproval. Her still-booted heels drove deeply into his back, before dropping down and thumping his rump soundly in succession. She whispered what a bad boy he was again, voice all dark promises of painful pleasure, before wiping her bloody nails on his nose and pinching it to drag his face down to her. She let go, grasping the sides of his head and pinching his ears sharply while slamming his nose into the valley between her freed breasts. The nipples peaked at his hot pants cooling on her skin, and she ordered him to stop panting like a dog or she’d punish him worse, boxing his ears when he complied, not needing breath.
Lady ground his long, aristocratic nose into each of her breasts, smacking him when she caught his eyes gazing at the rosy peaks hungrily. Her finger waggled in a no-no gesture as it moved in front of the face she ripped away from her chest, the hand then flicking his own nipples through his vest and shirt, before traveling down and gripping his obvious arousal, where it was joined by its twin. This was his punishment, she breathed out huskily, for being so impatient and greedy. Her hands gripped his penis through the red leather, squeezing harder and harder, enjoying listening to his savagely pleased snarls increasing in volume, suddenly releasing him with a light whack to his tip. Her hands went between his legs next, pinching the insides of his thighs and scraping nails back up along his shaft, knowing he couldn’t feel it as much as he wanted through the leather, teasing him with the action. Leaving off and skimming away to push off his coat, the human woman then began undoing his vest’s buckles, flicking his chin hard each time she undid one, repeating the word bad like a mantra.
Divested of his outer tops, Lady’s dark-haired head then moved back to survey her more than willing victim, looking like the cat that got the canary. The predatory satisfaction on her face was matched by a mirror counterpart on Dante’s pale face, eyes smoldering with his pent up arousal and lust for the feisty woman. Smirking callously at him, she stood on her knees on the table’s top, legs spreading into an A as she peeled off her ruined tops’ remains. Her hands then fondled her round breasts, a series of sucked in breathes betraying her pleasure as the self-manipulation, fingers tweaking her nipples into pointed peaks. They soon skimmed down her sides, demanding mismatched eyes ordering him not to move as she forced him to watch her take pleasure without him, the true punishment after turning him on.
Both hands had now grasped the edges of her black skirt, diving under to hide her actions from his thirsty gaze, igniting a spark of jealousy in them. She knew that the devil and the man both considered that their territory, both wanted to know everything she did to herself there, hated having it hidden from their sight, but smelling and tasting the effects. Her smirk broadened at his obvious reaction, laughing slightly until her own mouth erupted into a loud groan, feeling her own engorged sex through her tight black exercise shorts. He snorted as she pulled the tight clothing off, licking his lips at the increased scent of her arousal that was released with the action, continuing to watch greedily as Lady’s fingers prodded at her entrance through her bikini-cuts.
Hands hidden by her skirt, the dark-haired woman moaned and breathed heavier as her fingers rubbed her folds through the fabric, crying out in delight as her index finger grazed her clitoris. Her left hand shimmied the damp panties down her thighs as her right continued to fondle her sex, moving away briefly as the panties came past it. Panting and whimpering, the woman placed one finger at her vagina and slid it inside, pumping delicately as she shifted her legs to pull off her undergarments completely. Her skirt had ridden up now, the fabric bunched about her hips, but she was heedless to it as she slid a second finger inside, crying out at the wider penetration, breathlessly pumping and swirling her hand in its position. Stroking inside her wetness with her right fingers, her left hand moved up to fondle her breasts again, harshly plucking at the nipples and grazing the globes with short nails, she could feel herself tighten. Her body shuddered convulsively, legs twitching even further apart as Lady’s arousal peaked and broke into a mind-numbing orgasm.
Watching her come down from her self-induced sex haze, Dante licked his lips in anticipation, feeling his own arousal throb from the erotic display and his lust bubbling over at being forced to wait his turn. His left hand compulsively stroked his hard length once, catching a view of his partner’s exposed sex as she slid back to sit on the table, leaving her legs open invitingly. When her eyes opened, he was still standing obediently where she had ordered him to, though it was clear he was losing patience with her control. His own eyes had the madness of a starved animal in their icy blue depths, the pupils shrunk away to the tiniest of black slits, hungrily eating the view of the woman before him without shame. They tracked her body’s langorous movements as she leaned back on her palms, flaring as a bead of sweat trickled down the column of her soft throat lazily. Finally, they saw the signal they had been waiting for, her head raising up with eyes that were impatient for his rebuttal to her performance.
Displacing, coming to a stop with his head butted against hers, he uttered a guttural growl that was all lustful praise, though she couldn’t understand the demon words within it. His hands roamed over her knees and thighs, fingertips tingling with the friction of skin on skin. Reaching her hips, his thumbs swirled slow patterns into the flesh there, fingers skimming around her behind and softly tickling her rump, the half-devil delighting in the spike of her arousal at the touches. His right hand slipped lower, fingers brushing at the edge of her crack, moving inward as they came closer to her still wet sex. Resting his hand just behind her crotch, feeling the damp heat emanating from the area, he purred in her ear that he loved seeing her wet, dipping his middle finger slowly forward into the slick area, the rest cradling her bottom. His left hand, which had been holding her right hip and massaging it gently, broke away to tug at her skirt’s zipper, wanting to expose her completely before he pleasured her.
Having undone the zipper and tugged away the loose skirt over her slim shoulders and head, he peered down happily at the naked woman, beginning to massage her hip again with his left hand, his right stilled at her damp crotch. Leaning down, he planted a few kisses on her face, lovingly covering her eyes, cheeks, nose, and mouth with his smooth lips. She smiled at him for the gentle attention, but clearly wanted more, and he obliged her by moving his right hand forward again. His middle finger grazed past her vagina, eliciting a delighted sigh from her, so he drug it back across, index and ring fingers lightly fondling her folds. Wanting to see her writhe and thrash in pleasure, his left hand skimmed down from her hip and in between her thighs, thumb and index finger trapping her clitoris in a delicate pinch, rubbing the sides with increasing pace and friction.
At the same time, he slid his right hand’s fingers back up slightly, thumb and pinky replacing his ring and index at her folds, so that the other two could join his middle finger. He rubbed that finger across her vagina again once, then slowly circled into it, continuing the spiral motion with the finger as it proceeded up into her body. The half-devil’s other two fingers slid in from opposite sides, entering swiftly as her legs twitched wide, and forming a triangle with the finger already in her. He pumped her lightly, then increased his pace as she began to moan and thrash, his left hand now covering the top of her soaking sex and rubbing it. His mouth descended on hers hotly, tongue diving in rhythm with his fingers a few times until she practically shrieked into his mouth, orgasming for the second time all too swiftly.
Settling back in pleasure, Lady could see her partner’s arousal straining under the tight red leather pants he was still wearing, and she wanted him out of them. Grinning a bit crazily, she leaned back toward him, slumping against his torso and pretending to be exhausted, while her hands rose behind his firm buttocks in a sneak attack. When he leaned over to kiss her, hands out and steadying her by the shoulders, her own hands attacked his silver belt buckle, unclasping it and then yanking open the fly of his pants feverishly. Dante chuckled huskily at the act, muttering that she was the real bad one here, taking advantage of innocent men, but he was cut off as she continued her assault. Her slim hands dove down into his pants despite their tightness, finding his erect shaft easily and encasing it in her hands, rubbing up and down its length and enjoying the throb she could feel even through his boxer briefs. His hands let go of her, tugging up on his black undershirt, exposing the pale and heavily muscled plain of his stomach before his whole top became bare, while she reluctantly let go of his penis to push down his pants until he could kick them off. His hand moved for his underwear, clearly ready to move to the finish, but she halted him by tugging his body down for a kiss.
The disruptive lip-lock trailed away as she moved down his chin, sliding bodily backwards until she could draw her legs underneath her, shivering in delight as her still wet sex was pressed tight, kissing down his chest slower. She licked at each nipple until it was pert, nibbling on them after, and biting his collarbone hard enough to leave a red mark that faded quickly under his body’s healing just as the earlier cheek scratches had. He groaned and growled in pleasure, the sound intensifying as she drove her tongue into his belly-button, still maneuvering on the table top herself. Lady finally was in the position she had wanted, lying on her own muscular belly and kissing the tops of his hips alternately. The half-devil stilled and quieted as she moved lower, sucking in his breath in anticipation.
Her mouth ghosted open over the front of his tight boxers, weaving back and forth until it came to rest just above the engorged head of his penis. Slowly, her black-haired head moved down onto his shaft’s tip, moist heat engulfing it as he groaned sharply. Her encircling mouth bobbed up and back down slowly, lips tightening until the pulse of blood in his sex banged against them insistent for more. Loosening up and popping off of his top, her tongue licked up from his base several times, first in a straight line then in waving patterns that set him to growling. His shaft twitched when she drew away from her tease, his growl lowering into a frustrated groan. She ignored his noises, instead reaching up to the black waistband just above her head and rolling it down his hips slowly. For every bit of his hips that she uncovered, she delivered an opened mouthed kiss to his still covered penis, never in the same spot twice, making the act more erotic. When she reached the point where she could no longer easily roll the fabric down, she pulled it away from his body and slid it smoothly down his thighs until it was loose enough to drop to the floor. As soon as he had stepped out of them, her dark-haired head again bent over his now exposed sex.
She blew on it first, humming to herself in amusement as it twitched and jumped at the cool sensation, then flicked her tongue over the tip. Her lips slid over the whole head next, pulling back until they formed a tight ring at its base, tongue swirling around it a few times before she slid further along his length. There was no way she would get him all in her mouth alone, but she went as far as she could before pulling back, pausing and moving forward again, changing the speed of her motion and the tightness of her lips around him erratically. He was groaning loudly, grunting with strain as she reached her maximum again, licking his shaft’s underside as she held that position.
Her hands sloped down his hip bones, scratching lightly with her nails, the left circling off to enclose the rest of his shaft and the right moving between his legs to cradle his sac. As she moved back with her mouth, her left hand pumped him, feeling the blood engorged organ throb, and her right gently kneaded the hanging globe. Her right hand’s fingers pinched the loose skin near the top, which tore a snarl of pleasure from his throat, as her mouth pulled off the top of his shaft with a tiny pop of wet suction. He had started to thrust into her left hand, short jerks that were building up, and a bead of precum formed at the head of his shaft. He looked down, blue eyes hot with arousal and pleasure, as she held him now with both hands, squeezing and jerking him a few times then smirking as she kissed the head and lapped up the bead there.
He grunted again, prying her hands off of his sex as she sat back up, grinning wildly at her and kissing her hotly. Their tongues mingled briefly, mouths not staying together well, slippery with saliva, and he licked the rim of her lips before pulling back. He pushed her shoulders gently and she acknowledged the gesture, laying back fully exposed to him. Dante spread her legs open again, pulling her to the table’s edge and positioning himself in between her thighs. Lady grasped his back in her half-reclined position, needing the support and wanting the contact, tugging him closer in. His penis head slid up against her vagina, his height made their position easy and he wasted no further time in joining them, thrusting in swiftly and holding tight to her buttocks to keep her from slamming into the table with the force. They’d had sex long ago, so there was no need for gentle breaking in or getting used to each other, just a few moments pause to savor being united again. Soon, he began to push the last bit forward, hilting himself inside her and pulling out slowly, not wanting to leave her body. The half-devil groaned as his tip reached her entrance again, and he pounded back into her causing both of them to grunt at the contact, gripping each other fiercely. The woman felt her sex tighten around his body’s presence inside her, clamping and releasing in a beat, and she moaned as he pulled back again, wanting to keep him there. The pair of hunters moaned and groaned, panting as his speed built up and his thrusts became jerky, her walls tighter than before and her fluids soaking them where they joined.
Dante’s mouth closed over one of her aroused breasts, tongue flicking the nipple harshly, teeth nipping at its pert form before he switched and attacked the other breast in the same manner. Lady’s hands pulled at his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles there and kneading them in a pattern opposite of the pounding rhythm that had built up between them. His teeth became sharper, his form mutating once in a short burst to his devil body, and he hissed in pleasure during the moment, satisfied with her shriek of pleasure as his larger form filled her further before the trigger faded. The change in friction between skin types had her clamping on him hard, hands clutching the tops of his shoulders and tugging at them as her hold broke and her walls loosened with a shudder during her orgasm, cum flowing out into her vagina. Her body thrashing under him, he pumped into her again, barely moving back out before his own orgasm began to break and he powered back into her, penis taught as his seed spilled out in a rush and coated the inside of her.
Panting in the afterglow of their sex, the pair of hunters kissed softly, gentle and slow pecks that lingered warmly on each of their lips. Softening, Dante pulled out of Lady reluctantly, him hissing unhappily at the separation and her sighing tiredly. His hand brushed her hair away from her face gently, bending his own head down and nuzzling her lovingly, kissing her. She kissed him back, eyes fluttering open to watch his face happily, reaching a hand up to bury it in his hair affectionately. The half-devil scooped up the human woman carefully, ignoring her mumbled and half-hearted protest, knowing she was always tired afterwards and wanting to cuddle her to him anyway. His fingers snapped and their clothes disappeared and in a blur, he disappeared too, moving through the house almost instantly and setting her down on her bed.