Sex Goddess (Trish/Nevan, Devil May Cry)
Title: Sex Goddess
Author: laryna6
Rating: M
Summary: Men are incapable of being sex goddesses. Nevan has spent two thousand years without intelligent conversation. Dante feels left out of the orgies.
Prompt: June 8) Devil May Cry, Trish/Nevan: lesbian demon stuff - OMG! BFF!!
A/N: Given their professions... And can you really see even Trish as having that sort of 13yr old immaturity? Given that the request was for a crack!fic, I delivered, but slight change of focus from the seemingly-intended one, although of course I worked in the prompt.
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Nevan, as Dante should have guessed from the stage, was an exhibitionist. A professional sexual performer, and demons didn’t wear clothes so the shows at the Love Planet wouldn’t be interesting unless the demon in question had a fetish.
Apparently clothing fetishes were relatively common. Unlike actual armor, it couldn’t take any damage so it was sort of like lingerie. Stuff meant to be ripped off. Along with some flesh, but that was demons for you.
Trish, as Dante had guessed from the light show, was the same sort of demon as Nevan and was apparently Nevan’s fangirl. Nevan featured in many of the training videos of Mundus’ succubae corps and Dante wanted those videos. When he went to go kill Mundus again and save Vergil’s ass he’d have to bring Trish and Nevan along to show him where they were stored and help carry the loot. While the God of Time statues could be trusted with weaponry and money, he didn’t trust them with porn of that quality.
When he’d introduced the two of them it had quickly turned into an extremely enthusiastic and overly technical discussion of sexual positions and activities he had never heard of and sounded very wrong coming from the mouth of someone who looked like his mom. They were talking about degrees of willing victimhood, claw use, kinky shapeshifting and so on like him talking with another musician about guitar riffs. He could just see their eyes light up as they realized here was someone who got it instead of just getting off on it.
Apparently there had been some new moves invented over the past two thousand years and they eventually ended up chasing him out of the rec room. He’d been invited to watch, of course, but holy hell! Two hot chicks, Trish demonstrating the role of the sacrifice in a white dress and moaning, “Oh my god!” in rapture… Nevan tracked him down later and slapped him for being rude. Needing to get himself off during a performance was a compliment to a performer, and he wasn’t being rude to Trish like that!
What made it worse was that once Nevan had someone who cared about the difference between two fingering positions other than in terms of how good the sex was (well, obviously, but that wasn’t the point!) she wasn’t interested in someone who hadn’t even reached a century. He’d need to gain some actual skills if he wanted to play a role other than innocent/virgin/victim/damnsel in distress.
And so, he lost his Older Woman. To another really, really hot chick, or guy, depending on what type of show they were perfecting this time.
When Trish hauled Lady in (kicking and screaming in a good way, once they wore her down), he was invited to a few more parties for awhile, but a lot of the time he wasn’t allowed to be more than the tormented viewer.
What was he complaining about, he got live action not-always-lesbian porn.
It wasn’t until Kyrie joined in and Nero was also pouting over being left out of most of the orgies that he finally got someone to share his pain. And bed. And developed a better understanding of why they liked torturing him by forcing him to watch without touching.
And Trish and Nevan got two pairs to choreograph.
It still hurt his devilish pride that they wouldn’t sleep with anyone without the other person involved, except when breaking another woman in. Men, apparently, were incapable of being sex goddesses.
Author: laryna6
Rating: M
Summary: Men are incapable of being sex goddesses. Nevan has spent two thousand years without intelligent conversation. Dante feels left out of the orgies.
Prompt: June 8) Devil May Cry, Trish/Nevan: lesbian demon stuff - OMG! BFF!!
A/N: Given their professions... And can you really see even Trish as having that sort of 13yr old immaturity? Given that the request was for a crack!fic, I delivered, but slight change of focus from the seemingly-intended one, although of course I worked in the prompt.
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Nevan, as Dante should have guessed from the stage, was an exhibitionist. A professional sexual performer, and demons didn’t wear clothes so the shows at the Love Planet wouldn’t be interesting unless the demon in question had a fetish.
Apparently clothing fetishes were relatively common. Unlike actual armor, it couldn’t take any damage so it was sort of like lingerie. Stuff meant to be ripped off. Along with some flesh, but that was demons for you.
Trish, as Dante had guessed from the light show, was the same sort of demon as Nevan and was apparently Nevan’s fangirl. Nevan featured in many of the training videos of Mundus’ succubae corps and Dante wanted those videos. When he went to go kill Mundus again and save Vergil’s ass he’d have to bring Trish and Nevan along to show him where they were stored and help carry the loot. While the God of Time statues could be trusted with weaponry and money, he didn’t trust them with porn of that quality.
When he’d introduced the two of them it had quickly turned into an extremely enthusiastic and overly technical discussion of sexual positions and activities he had never heard of and sounded very wrong coming from the mouth of someone who looked like his mom. They were talking about degrees of willing victimhood, claw use, kinky shapeshifting and so on like him talking with another musician about guitar riffs. He could just see their eyes light up as they realized here was someone who got it instead of just getting off on it.
Apparently there had been some new moves invented over the past two thousand years and they eventually ended up chasing him out of the rec room. He’d been invited to watch, of course, but holy hell! Two hot chicks, Trish demonstrating the role of the sacrifice in a white dress and moaning, “Oh my god!” in rapture… Nevan tracked him down later and slapped him for being rude. Needing to get himself off during a performance was a compliment to a performer, and he wasn’t being rude to Trish like that!
What made it worse was that once Nevan had someone who cared about the difference between two fingering positions other than in terms of how good the sex was (well, obviously, but that wasn’t the point!) she wasn’t interested in someone who hadn’t even reached a century. He’d need to gain some actual skills if he wanted to play a role other than innocent/virgin/victim/damnsel in distress.
And so, he lost his Older Woman. To another really, really hot chick, or guy, depending on what type of show they were perfecting this time.
When Trish hauled Lady in (kicking and screaming in a good way, once they wore her down), he was invited to a few more parties for awhile, but a lot of the time he wasn’t allowed to be more than the tormented viewer.
What was he complaining about, he got live action not-always-lesbian porn.
It wasn’t until Kyrie joined in and Nero was also pouting over being left out of most of the orgies that he finally got someone to share his pain. And bed. And developed a better understanding of why they liked torturing him by forcing him to watch without touching.
And Trish and Nevan got two pairs to choreograph.
It still hurt his devilish pride that they wouldn’t sleep with anyone without the other person involved, except when breaking another woman in. Men, apparently, were incapable of being sex goddesses.