You can call me Quen, you may recognize me from my blog @put-me-out-of-my-destiny. I'm trying my hand at writing fanfiction for Devil May Cry.
I've completed 3 pieces already):
• "Willing Sacrifice" (Lady x Trish)
• "The Best Surprise" (Lady x Trish)🔞
• "Entertaining The King" (Malphas x Vergil/"Urizen")🔞
EDIT: Here is link to my masterlist.
I won't claim to be very good at writing, but the only way to get better is to practice. Requests are very welcome. Pairings I will write for include, but are not necessarily limited to:
• Lady x Trish
• Lucia x Vergil
• Nero x Kyrie
• Nico x Kyrie
I'm also willing to try writing "x reader" stories.
Pairings I definitely won't write for include, but are not necessarily limited to:
• Any incest (yes this includes Nero x V)
• Dante x Lady
• Vergil x Lady
• Lady x Nico
I reserve the right to reject any request for any reason. That doesn't mean your interest isn't appreciated.
EDIT: I've also compiled 🔞 fan art I've found into a post, you can find that here.
Nero is devoted to Kyrie. He could never see himself be with anybody except Kyrie. He could never imagine getting in a relationship with anybody else for any reason.
Kyrie wants to see Nero get passed around by a bunch of burly musclefat men like he's their public fleshlight. She wants to see him whine and beg for cock as he gets pounded in both holes. She wants to watch on.
For the honorary Sparda sister, Trish is generally more dominant even when she bottoms, but Lady's sheer human rage and audacity can turn her into such a sub.
You got curious about the Legendary Devil Hunter, and now you finally get to meet her face to face. Though, she's changed a lot since...
(Dividers by @/firefly-graphics)
Notes:
Second-person POV; Reader is gender neutral, no features mentioned
Implied weight gain (offscreen)
Genderbend (in the sense of a character being trans)
No explicit scenes, but can easily be read as a leadup to such
This is my first attempt at an "× reader" fanfiction. Truth be told, this was meant to be a test fic, but I may write more if there's enough interest.
You didn't know it yet, but you've seen her around before.
There've been a scant few papers around the city. They had some twippy silver-haired guy on them; He looked about 20-ish. You might've heard a few people talk about him, but they never seemed to truly know him. Even for those who had the courage to approach him, it always felt like he never truly opened up about himself...
But that was a decade ago.
Eventually, you find out a little bit more. Nobody still quite knew who 'Dante' truly was, but a few were kind enough to tell you where you could meet him. There's some aversion at first; You honestly had no reason to seek him out. What could you even tell him? "Hey, I just wanted to know if you're that weird guy people used to talk about." That's not a real answer. You try to think of something as you close in on his base of operation.
You're in front of it now. A neon sign in red blinks on top of the building's door. "Devil May Cry" as it reads. Why is your heart beating so fast? Everybody described a guy who would never cause trouble, unless you were the one who started it. You didn't have anything to worry about. But you stand in front of the door with shaky, deep breaths. You still don't have a good answer for why you're here beyond satiating this oddly specific curiousity. You could turn around at any time. But you've knocked on the door. You replay that same image in your head as a refresher. He was a tall, fit silver-haired man who always wore a red coat. It was unmistakable.
It takes a good minute for anybody to respond. Worry seeps into your mind. What if you got the wrong address? What if nobody was inside? Just to make sure, you knock again, but a tired-sounding voice could be heard. "Yeah, I'm coming!" You wait, as you try to think of a backup plan in case this isn't the right person. But the door finally opens.
"Sorry about the wait. What can I help ya with?"
You're left speechless at first. Is this really him? You ask to yourself. "Is... is this Dante?" You ask her.
She responds. "Yep, that's me. Anything you need?"
You're still in disbelief. You expected a few changes in appearance; mostly due to aging. You accepted that she's a woman now and are happy for her for it. Dante was still tall, she has the silver hair, and she wore a red coat. But everything else... She was huge. You knew it was rude to ask a woman her weight, but she was a few extra pounds away from being stuck between the doorframe. The rest of her attire accentuated this. Her pants were tight, holding in gigantic thighs underneath. They were high-waisted and clenched to her enourmous, wide stomach, which itself was under a navy blue shirt that was too short to cover it. Surprisingly, she didn't have much in the way of breasts, yet she kept her shirt unbuttoned to show cleavage.
To anybody else, she would've been seen as trashy. To you, it was love at first sight.
The only problem is... you still couldn't come up with a good reason for why you were here.
I felt like writing something comfort-oriented. And it felt good to actually portray some things I've only mentioned in posts, such as the consequences of a certain choice Nico made in DMC5.
As usual, Nero didn't grow back his arm in this story, and Nero and Nico are trans in this story.
Nero stepped out of the bathroom, clutching his glove in his teeth as he slipped his remaining hand into it, a maneuver he'd gotten pretty good at in the past couple of months.
He looked back down at the newest Devil Breaker that Nico had given him, though had yet to name. It had an exterior like stainless steel, a reserve of soap in the forearm, and a motorized brush on the end. He had to admit, even if this new arm was pretty overkill for the job, his hand felt the cleanest it ever had. Plus, he knew for a fact that the next time a demon cursed at him, this thing was going straight into their mouth, and he couldn't help but smile at the picture of that in his mind.
Nero began to make his way to the front of the van, but stalled when he realized that Nico was sitting in the front seat, talking on the phone with someone.
"How the fuck am I supposed to pay you back if I can't get any clients?!" It was rare for Nero to hear Nico sounding truly upset. Moreso, it was rare for Nico to express any doubt toward her own professional prospects.
Nero's hearing had always been pretty good, and it had only improved after he had unlocked his Devil Form, so he had little trouble making out the response Nico got. "You should have thought about that before you 'rented' my gun to someone else, and let him bring her to Hell for who knows how long."
Nero didn't need to recognize her voice to know that Nico was talking to Lady.
Back in Redgrave City, Lady had no more success in defeating Vergil's demonic self than anyone else, and in the process she lost her signature weapon, Kalina Ann. After recovering from her possession by a powerful Devil Arm, Lady had commissioned a replacement from Nico. However, just after it was finished, Nico simply gave it to Dante to help him fight Vergil, who had been fully restored by that point.
Since then, Nico was pretty much dead to Lady, and Nero didn't blame her one bit. Nero remembered how he felt when Dante had trusted him to keep Yamato, something he knew even then was a family heirloom, something of great importance to the man. When Vergil - easily - stole it back from him, Nero hated himself for it. He couldn't fathom giving away something so important. He could gather that Kalina Ann was similarly sentimental, based on Lady's behavior, and the fact that the gun in question had a woman's name.
"Lady-" Nico started, but Lady had cut her off.
"By the way, I managed to get a look at your blueprints for what I bought from you, and I couldn't help but notice some things you included that weren't in my specifications."
"What?! When did you even-"
"Tell me, Nico, why would you build a gun designed to interface with another gun that was thought to be lost? One that your client didn't have?"
Nico was silent.
"You knew he had her, didn't you? You knew he had Kalina Ann, and you didn't say a damn thing!"
Nero grimaced. He thought back to that brief period where he and Dante, along with Vergil's human self - "V" - had fought together inside the Qliphoth. Dante was using a rocket launcher, that could have been Kalina Ann.
Lady continued. "See, unlike you, if I notice something important, I speak up. For instance, when I notice that a certain gunsmith is willing to screw her clients to impress some man, to indulge her daddy issues, I spread the word."
Nero's brow creased into a glare. He knew that Nico had largely gotten herself into this situation. But Nero grew up without his father. He spent much of his childhood wondering who the man was, if he knew about Nero, why he didn't stay. Judging by Lady's past interactions with him, he got the sense that she had her own complicated family history. She certainly talked like she thought she knew what he was feeling. For her to judge Nico for having 'daddy issues'... Whatever Lady was feeling, that was a low blow.
Nico spoke up. "What do you even want me t- t- t- t- t- t- to do?"
Nero's remaining hand covered his mouth. He recognized that stutter, though not in Nico's voice. Her father had a similar impediment, that seemed to come out when he was agitated or afraid. Nero remembered his younger self mocking that stutter and, even knowing what an evil man Agnus was, he cringed. Losing his arm had granted him a new perspective on such matters. He felt even worse realizing that his friend had inherited that stutter, though it seemed she was usually pretty good at keeping her cool.
Nico continued. "I can't p- p- p- p- p- p- pay you back without clients!" Her voice was beginning to break.
Nero had never heard Nico cry before. She was perhaps the most confident person he knew. To see her like this was unsettling. Though he stood behind her, just imagining the sight of tears welling in her eyes was enough to tempt Nero to weep along with her. Ever fiber of his being was screaming for him to help her, to do something, but he knew Nico wouldn't appreciate him involving himself.
Lady spoke again. "That's your problem, not mine. Figure it out. Don't contact me again unless it's to give me my money." Then, Lady hung up.
Whatever resolve Nico had left in that moment vanished. She completely burst into tears.
There was nothing Nero hated more than feeling powerless. Nico was beyond upset, and he didn't know how to help. He didn't know the first thing about comforting someone. Making them feel safe, he could do, but the danger Nico was in wasn't the kind he could shoot, stab, or crush.
He wished Kyrie was there. She would have known what to do.
He thought back to all the times Kyrie had reassured him... She was so soft-spoken, and she always new exactly what to say. Giving comfort seemed to come naturally to her, and if it didn't, then she'd been putting on a very convincing act, ever since she was young. Naturally, Nero had rejected the role for just as long.
And yet, he knew it wasn't just dysphoria that held him back. Lots of men could be warm while still being distinctly masculine, and many other fields of "women's work" that he once avoided like they were toxic seemed more appealing now that it wasn't expected of him. Cooking, in particular, he found he rather liked, and even cleaning could be an oddly soothing activity.
Maybe it was the fact that Nero wasn't exactly human, or the fact that he learned the consequences of being weak at such a young age. Consolation just didn't come naturally to Nero.
Still, for Nico, he had to try. He had to do something.
Nero slowly approached, and sat down in the passenger seat.
Nico sniffled. "What the f- f- fuck are y- y- y- y- you looking at?"
Nero sighed. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Can you cough up t- t- t- t- t- t- twenty-eight thousand dollars?"
"She's asking for nearly thirty grand? That can't be right."
"She's charging me for b- b- b- both guns. And that's not even counting the interest. She- Wait, how do you-" Her crying was momentarily interrupted with a chuckle. "Could you hear what she was saying?"
Nero looked sheepish. "...Yeah."
Nico laughed. "Remind me to get one of those dog whistles next time I have the chance."
Nero couldn't even bring himself to retort, he was just relieved to see her crack a smile.
It didn't last. Nico sighed, and her smile faded.
The two of them sat in silence for a good moment.
Eventually, Nero spoke again. "Uh, I tried out this thing." He held up his Devil Breaker. "It works."
Nico nodded.
"I, uh..." Nero sighed. "There's nothing anyone could say to get me to stop doing business with you. You're irreplaceable. One-of-a-kind."
"Thanks." Nico simply said.
The two of them fell silent again.
Nero spoke again. "Are you hungry?"
Nico shook her head. "Don't have much of an appetite right now."
Nero was starting to feel desperate. Why wasn't this working? What was he missing?
He thought back to Kyrie. She had a way with words, but she didn't always need them. Frequently, it was enough for her to simply hold Nero to calm him down. But again, Nero was never the type to give hugs...
...Well, fuck it, it was worth a shot. "Do you want a hug?"
Nico turned her head, and just stared at him.
"Nico?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes!" Nero threw his hands into the air. "You're upset, and I don't know what else to do!"
"Damn..."
Nero sighed. "Forget I asked." He began to stand up.
"No, wait!" Nico grabbed Nero by the wrist and pulled him back down.
She wasn't strong enough to really stop him, obviously, but Nero relented. "Well, then what do you want from me?!"
Nico blushed. "...A hug would be nice, actually."
"Oh. Uh, okay then." Nero cautiously opened his arms.
Not-so-gently, Nico laid herself against Nero's chest, and threw her arms around him. She took off her glasses, and let herself slide downward so she could lay her cheek against his pectoral muscle.
Nero wrapped his arms around Nico. "Is this helping?"
Nico nodded.
The two were silent again, though it didn't feel quite as awkward this time around.
But still, in time Nero broke the silence. "Hey, Nico?"
"No, I do not have 'daddy issues'." She replied.
Nero blinked. "That's... Not where I was going with that."
"Oh..." Nico said. "Well-"
Nero interrupted. "No, we're not dropping that." He shook his head. "I'm not judging, but, what exactly is your deal with Dante?"
"Well, I wanted to impress him, obviously!" Nico spat. "He's Dante! He's not just any devil hunter, he's the devil hunter!"
"Sure, that explains the hat... But giving away Kalina Ann? That was a really blockheaded move."
"Well it's not fucking 'daddy issues', alright?!" Nico's voice was wavering. "I had a daddy! I had someone t- t- t- to raise me, I didn't need that sack of shit!"
"Hey, hey, I believe you." Nero gave Nico a pat on the back. "So, what is it, then?"
"I d- d- don't know... A lot of things." Nico shifted, like she was trying to sink deeper into Nero's chest. "The guy killed Agnus... I felt like I owed him one."
"Are you happy he's dead?"
"Well I wasn't happy he was alive, that's for damn sure."
Nero nodded.
Nico continued. "And I reckon I wanted to prove myself to him... That I'm a Goldstein and not like him."
"But you don't have anything to prove to Dante."
Nico scoffed. "Did you hear what he said to me when I told him who my grandma was? That I 'don't much look like her'." She sniffled again. "And the gifts didn't count for shit... He only ever saw me as that bastard's daughter."
"I don't think that's true." Nero said.
"Then what the hell was bis p- p- p- p- p- p- problem with me?!"
"I don't know!" Nero sighed. "I won't act like I have Dante figured out. He's a bastard. He'll trust you with the weight of the world one minute, then act like he can't stand to be around you the next. I can't begin to explain why he does the things he does."
"But?"
"But he does that shit to everybody. Hell, maybe you gave that gun away to him, but he didn't have to run off with Lady's shit. This is at least as much his fault as it is yours!"
Nico chuckled. "You're right... Maybe we should make him pay Lady off when he comes back."
"Maybe we should!"
Nico sighed.
"So, is that what it was all about? Proving yourself?"
"I mean, that's probably the biggest thing..."
"Is there more?"
"Well..." Nico took a deep breath. "I might think he's hot."
"WHAT?!" If he wasn't holding Nico, he might have stood up. "First of all, I thought you were a lesbian!"
"Man, who knows? I knew I wasn't straight even before I knew I was a woman, so naturally I figured I liked men. But then I found myself appreciating the ladies a lot more when I became one of them. So I went from a gay boy to a woman who ain't sure if she's bi or a lesbian."
"Hm, okay..." Nero wasn't sure he related to that. He was sure he had no interest in men since he was very young, though the men in question were religious nuts who had no business telling a teenage 'girl' he'd make a good wife some day when he got over his 'rebellious phase'. Now, men looked at him as an object of envy rather than desire, and it felt like a fucking drug.
Nico continued. "But yeah, maybe I do like men, and there's no denying Dante's a fine specimen."
Nero rolled his eyes. "I think I'm gonna be sick..."
"Why, are you jealous?" Nico looked up at him with a mischievous grin.
Nero's face turned serious. "Don't go there, I will throw you out of this van."
Nico laughed. "Kidding. Mostly." She sighed. "I hate not getting myself. I hate not understanding why I do the stupid shit I do." She fell back onto Nero's shoulder.
Nero squeezed her tight. "I guess I can't help with that. But I can tell you that no matter what goes wrong, you can count on me and Kyrie to help you back on your feet."
"Thanks, bro. I do feel better... In fact, I think I'm ready to eat!" She sat up, put her glasses back on, and hopped back into the driver's seat. "You're buying, though."
"Fine by me." Nero buckled his seat belt.
Nico conspicuously did not do the same before starting the car, and taking off.
Nero rolled his eyes. "If you get a ticket, I'm not paying for it."
"Hey, at this rate, you'll probably end being up my sole source of income anyway..." Nico sighed. "Man, I'm gonna have to get another job, aren't I? I'm gonna have to write a resume and go to interviews like some ordinary human schmuck."
Nero gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Just remember there's no rush, okay? You've got me and Kyrie."
"Yeah." Nico smiled. "I'll be alright."
Nero smiled back.
"Hang on, what were you gonna say earlier? Before the allegations of 'daddy issues' came up?"
"Oh..." Nero turned red. "I was just gonna tell you you're my best friend..."
"Aw, you big sap!" Nico punched him on the arm.
Nero rubbed his arm. "I'm already starting to regret it..."
"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, bestie."
Nero rolled his eyes, though truthfully, he'd gladly give the whole arm away if it meant he never had to see his friend so sad again.
F/M. Medusa and the Minotaur. Ambigously modern setting. They fuck nasty, but its also very heartfelt. It features some things relating to Medusa's anatomy that I don't really know how to succinctly include in a list of warnings, I'll just say that:
Her head is not attached to her body.
She has snakes instead of hair (and not just on her head) that get very grabby.
Something I really do want to warn about is that while no such things occur in the story, the characters discuss their pasts, which entails topics including bestiality, forced pregnancy, incest, and CSA. I do my best to approach these topics with the appropriate consideration, but criticism is welcome.
I hope you enjoy:
Medusa laid in bed. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit like she was trying to sand it smooth. Her legs clenched around her wrist, and her hips bucked, not to mention the writhing and hissing from her tendrils. They were all over her, from the top of her head, to her brow, to her upper lip, to her chin, to her chest, to her back, to her belly, to her arms, to her legs. Most animated were the tendrils just above her entrance (or her 'snubes' as she liked to call them).
Her thoughts were singular in their lust as she approached her climax. She panted, and the name of her desire was just reaching her lips, when she heard a gentle knock at the door.
Medusa flinched with surprise, and grumbled to herself in frustration. Her body sat upright, then picked up her head and set it atop her shoulders. No neck connected these two pieces of herself. Her head was suspended at the top of her form, as though held aloft by sheer stubborn refusal to die. The points her neck once attached to emmited a faint golden light, creating what could almost be called a halo.
She then grabbed her mask from the bedside table, and placed it upon her face, just above her lip and her cheekbones, and just below her brow. This mask she crafted herself, as it better reflected who she was than the petrifying void that she had been bestowed with. Metal oxidized to green, with two golden gems at the top to invoke eyes, and a design at the bottom to invoke a slightly crooked nose.
Finally she stood, and picked up her bathrobe. It was a violet color, that she felt nicely contrasted the green scales and skin of her body. When it was necessary to clothe herself, she preferred to wear looser garments due to her scaled appendages, though she did frequently appreciate the additional warmth provided.
She approached the door, and opened it, before speaking the very name that was on her lips just moments before. "Asterion..."
The man, the so-called monster, stood tall above her. Asterion's chest was at eye level with her, and she wasn't short by any means. Despite his stature, his head hung low. His black horns pointed almost horizontally, and his golden-brown eyes showed a clear sadness from behind his spectacles.
Snow-white fur covered his bovine features, though that was about all that could be seen, as in contrast to Medusa's preferences, Asterion was fully clothed, and in layers. Sweater over shirt over undershirt... And this was indoors, during the evening! During the day he practically covered everything from the neck down, even wearing gloves. Even beneath his pants, he wore a pair of legwarmers, exposing only the black tissue of his hooves.
Asterion spoke. "Medusa..."
She fought the urge to shiver at the sound of her name in his low voice, which was difficult given how close she was to orgasm just moments before.
"...I've come to apologize for my earlier conduct. Though you intended me no injury, my words for you were harsh. I regarded you as an enemy, not as the friend you've proven yourself to be. I am sorry."
Medusa nodded. "I accept, Asterion. May I..?" She opened her arms for a hug.
Asterion stepped, forward, and gently wrapped his arms around Medusa. She rested her head on Asterion's body, and gently rubbed his back.
"Thank you..." He whispered.
"Truthfully, I think I owe you an apology too... I crossed a line, and jeopardized our friendship."
"I assure you, our friendship remains intact. The affection you offered... Though I was not ready to accept it, I have longed for it."
Medusa looked up at Asterion. "You have?"
"Yes. I've long admired your beauty, your strength, your sense of justice... I'm a man of dichotomies and contradictions, Medusa. It's been a great comfort to know someone so sure of what is right."
Medusa's cheeks felt warm. "Well, it took me some time to find that sense... I wasn't always so fair. I'll admit, I think it's done me some good to know someone so gentle, so patient... It's only a bonus that this 'someone' has such a remarkable body." Medusa grinned.
Asterion smiled back sheepishly.
"May I ask... Why were you unready to accept my affection?"
Asterion sighed. "That is a long story."
"I have time." Medusa stepped back, and took Asterion's hand, leading him into her room, and shut the door behind them.
The pair sat on the bed, side by side. Medusa placed a hand on Asterion's knee.
He placed his own hand on Medusa's, the entirety of it fitting within the palm of his own. With a sigh, he began. "...Do you know the story of my conception?"
Medusa nodded. "Minos, the king of Crete, refused to sacrifice a bull sent by the gods, choosing to keep it for himself instead. As punishment, the gods bewitched his wife to fall in love with the bull."
Asterion let out an exhale too cold to be called a chuckle. "That's one way to tell the tale... I understand the comfort of blaming the gods, but I don't quite see it that way. My mother..."
His grip on Medusa's hand tightened somewhat. "She was a woman with more means than sense, and she made great use of those means. She explored every indulgence available, even contracting a renowned artisan to design a contraption that would allow her to mate with a beast from her husband's herd. I..."
Asterion took a deep breath, in then out. "I am unsure why she kept me. I have to think the king forced her to, as punishment for her disloyalty."
Medusa grimaced. She felt little sympathy for Asterion's mother, and she herself was quite glad that her friend existed, but there were certain expressions of power, and of cruelty, that were hard for her to stomach.
"Once I was born, my mother wasn't very involved in raising me, that task was left to her servants. But one day... Something changed." Asterion's deep breathing continued. "I was just beginning to mature, to grow strong. My mother took notice."
Medusa placed her free hand on top of Asterion's. She was afraid she knew where this story was going.
"One evening, she came into my... My pen, I suppose it was. She had never come so close to me, hardly ever looked at me. On her face, she wore a new expression, one I hadn't seen before. It wasn't fear, disgust, hate... I thought it must have been love. The love mothers were supposed to have for their sons. Then, she... She..."
Medusa lifted Asterion's hand, and held it tight in both of hers. "You don't have to say it."
Asterion continued. "I didn't resist her. It felt right, then. I finally felt wanted, and loved. But of course, once she had gotten what she wanted, she went right back to ignoring me." His gentle cadence faltered for just a moment. "Soon after that, the Labyrinth was complete, and I was sealed within. I never saw her again. Many years passed before I came to understand the implications of what we had done. You're the first person I've told."
"Asterion..." Medusa rose onto her knees, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You have to know that wasn't your fault. She took advantage of you."
Asterion rested his chin on Medusa's shoulder. "She did. I know she did. But it's hard not to feel it was my hunger for affection that allowed it to happen."
Medusa shook her head. "My friend, I can't begin to fathom what she put you through, but I know something about being made to feel responsible for the wrongs I've endured."
"Tell me.""Well, in my youth... I suppose I too was hungry for affection. I met a handsome, powerful man who made me feel beautiful and special. We entered a love affair."
"One day, we snuck into a temple to make love. I knew there could be consequences if we were caught, but he promised he would protect me. However, the last thing I expected was for the very goddess that temple was built for to appear. It was then I learned that my lover was a god himself, and the two of them were in a feud. He led me there so that he could spite her."
"She was furious, and punished me harshly. My lover did not lift a finger in my defense. She robbed me of my face, and told me no man would ever bear to look upon me again. The void she left behind... It has a way of entrancing people, trapping them in a nightmare that most never wake up from. Even I was defeated, and then beheaded, because I was tricked into seeing a reflection of it... Do you want to know what it showed me?"
"What?" Asterion asked.
"Myself. The young woman I once was, beautiful, carefree, and naive. I was enraged, and I realized that I blamed her for who I had become... And at the same time, that I longed to be her again."
"Following my defeat, I took the time to reflect... I had become selfish, and cruel. The girl I was had been murdered, and I had done nothing to avenge her. With time I realized why: I believed she deserved it. That I deserved it. That it was my fate to be miserable and to inflict misery."
"...I think I know how you felt." Asterion sat upright, out of Medusa's arms. "Before you rescued me from the Labyrinth, I was treated like an animal... And I believed I was one. I've fought so hard to become something else, to cleanse and cover myself, to guard myself with knowledge and principle."
Medusa cupped Asterion's face in her hands. "I strongly admire the man you've become, my friend. But every one of us is an animal. We all feel the same hunger. That hunger doesn't make you lesser, it makes you human."
Asterion nodded. "...Medusa?"
"Yes, Asterion?"
"I think I may be ready."
"Ready for- Oh." The tendrils on Medusa's brow stood tall in surprise. "You don't sound sure."
"I don't suppose I am... But I trust you. I know that with you I can safely test the waters, free of judgement."
Medusa nodded. "In that case... May I kiss you?"
"Please."
Medusa gently pulled Asterion's head down, and pressed her lips to his snout, tickling it with the tendrils above her lip. Ever-so gently, she pushed her tongue past her own lips and toward Asterion's mouth. His jaw lowered, and his own tongue emerged, meeting Medusa's. The two of them moaned from the taste of each other.
Medusa's hands dropped to Asterion's shoulders, then to his chest. Asterion cautiously reached for Medusa's hips, before wrapping his hands around them. He could feel the tendrils on her back, her legs, and her ass slithering beneath her robe, as though trying to slip underneath his fingers. One of Medusa's hands fell lower still, to unbutton and then unzip his pants. Asterion untied the belt of Medusa's robe, causing it to fall open.The hand that remained on Asterion's chest gently pushed him. He obliged, and laid on his back. Medusa stood, and let her robe fall off of her shoulders, exposing her nude form. Then she reached for his waistband, and pulled down his pants, allowing his cock to spring upright. It was as massive as she figured it would be, as were his balls. She started to pull his pants down toward his knees, but he placed a hand on hers.
"That's as exposed as I'm ready to be, I think."
"That's okay." Medusa smiled, and straddled Asterion's lap.
She placed a hand on his cock, and pressed it to her belly. This part of her too was covered in scaled tendrils, which wrapped around Asterion's length, which reached just high enough to kiss the bottom of her breasts. Asterion gripped the bedsheets and let out a hiss at the spectacle and sensation.
Medusa shook her head. "That's not going to fit."
"Indeed... Would you permit me to use another entrance? One that's more... Open-ended, perhaps?"
"What do you-" Medusa gasped, then grinned. "Well, well, who knew you had such a dirty mind?"
Medusa lifted her head from where it was suspended above her shoulders. Carefully, she lined her lips up with the head of Asterion's cock.
Asterion's reached up, and placed a hand atop Medusa's head. The tendrils atop her head wrapped around his fingers, and gripped them tight.
One of Medusa's tendrils gently tapped the head of Asterion's cock. "Is this thing on?" She spoke into the head. "Testing, testing, one-two-theee..."
Asterion stifled a laugh.
"Alright, I'll get ready. You take the lead, push me along." Medusa's jaw opened. She wrapped her lips around the head, and pressed her tongue up against the underside of it.
Asterion took a deep breath, and carefully pushed her down his length, moaning at the slick sounds and sensations. Her lips had roughly reached the halfway point when he saw the head of his cock emerge from the golden light that used to attach to her neck.
It was at that point where Medusa let go of her head, and crawled over to the headboard of her bed, and sat upright. She pat the space beside her.
Asterion clutched Medusa's head in both hands, and carefully scooted to her side, before sitting upright.
Medusa's body laid against Asterion's, and she reached down to place a hand on his balls, gently running a palm over them. Asterion wrapped an arm around her waist, and placed a hand on her ass. However, her 'snubes' reached for Asterion's fingers, coiled around them, and gently pulled. He followed their guidance, and found himself touching Medusa's clit.
He began rubbing it in a slow circular motion, and Medusa let out a moan, muffled by Asterion's cock in her throat. Then Asterion continued pulling her down the length of his cock. Even as she had passed his head, Asterion moaned from the pleasure, which was compounded by the gentle pressure on his balls. Medusa's body, meanwhile, wriggled under Asterion's arm, and her tendrils were hissing themselves hoarse. She placed a hand on his chest.
Asterion broke the silence. "You're welcome beneath my garments, if you wish to be."
Without hesitation, Medusa's hand withdrew from Asterion's chest, and slipped up beneath his layers, to find and squeeze his firm, bare pectoral muscle. Her head moaned once again.
Asterion continued pulling Medusa's head down her length, and stroking her clit, for a good while longer, all while she fondled his balls and his chest. The spot where Medusa sat was soaking wet, and she wasn't far from her climax.
Eventually, however, Medusa's lips had reached the base of Asterion's cock, leaving roughly half of his length sticking out of her other end. Asterion withdrew his hand from Medusa's clit. Her head grumbled, and the tendrils on her brow curled downward into a glare.
He chuckled. "Forgive me, my friend. You've been so good for me tonight. But I don't want it to end like this. Would you lay down for me?"
The tendrils on Medusa's brow recoiled, but her body laid on her back.
Asterion held her head in both of his hands, stood to his knees, and walked himself to the front of her.
Medusa, it seemed, understood Asterion's intentions, as she spread her legs wide when he approached.
"That's right..." Asterion lined his head up with Medusa's entrance, still holding her head in place. "Are you ready for me?"
Medusa let out a muffled, affirmative vocalization.
With a grunt, Asterion slowly pushed his length into Medusa's cunt.
Medusa moaned. As Asterion pressed deeper, her 'snubes' reached down to coil around his balls, to feel every contraction and twitch. They tugged, pulling him closer, and Asterion obliged, sliding in more quickly.
It wasn't long before Asterion's cock was engulfed completely. His length felt a slick and warm grip all over, as though Medusa's throat and her cunt formed a single cavity, and it was blissful.
Asterion secured his grip on Medusa's head. The golden light that shined from beneath it was now obscured completely. "If something hurts, I want you to use those tendrils to bite me as hard as you can. Make certain that I know."
Medusa once again vocalized affirmatively.
Asterion held Medusa's head to her cunt as he pulled out just a little bit, before sliding back in. He repeated this motion. He repeated it again. And again. And again. He fucked the combined space of her throat and her cunt, and he began to pick up speed.
It was all so much. The slick sounds of his length sliding in and out of her. The moans reverberating through his cock. The wriggling tendrils gripping his fingers and his cock. The sight of Medusa's breasts bouncing as he fucked her. It was all so much, and it was perfect.
"So... Pretty..." Asterion huffed and grunted. "You feel so good... So fucking good..." He growled. "I want to cum inside you. I'm going to cum inside you, Medusa."
Medusa's moans were growing louder and higher. She gripped the bedsheets, and her toes curled. Finally, she had been allowed to climax.
Asterion fucked her through her orgasm, prolonging it. His growls turned to moans, which then turned to whines, as high as his voice could be. "Medusa... Medusa... Medusa..."
Asterion's cock erupted, flooding Medusa's cunt with his hot seed as his continued thrusting prolonged his own orgasm. Pearly white semen began oozing out of Medusa's cunt, from behind her head.
Eventually, Asterion ran out of steam and stopped abruptly. His lust had passed, and he felt incredibly tired. He stayed still for a good moment, looking down at Medusa's body, feeling incredibly satisfied.
Medusa's head made a sound not unlike clearing her throat.
Quickly, but carefully, Asterion pulled himself out of Medusa, then pulled her head off of his cock. "Forgive me... Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm alright." Medusa smiled. Her body sat up, and she took her head from Asterion's hands, placing it above her shoulders once more. "More than alright, in fact... That was incredible, Asterion."
"It was... Thank you, Medusa. May I..?" Asterion opened his arms."
"You may." Medusa wrapped her arms around Asterion.
Asterion hugged her back, very tightly. "Thank you so much."
"The pleasure was all mine. I hope this isn't our last time exploring each other's bodies."
F/M. Medusa and the Minotaur. Ambigously modern setting. They fuck nasty, but its also very heartfelt. It features some things relating to Medusa's anatomy that I don't really know how to succinctly include in a list of warnings, I'll just say that:
Her head is not attached to her body.
She has snakes instead of hair (and not just on her head) that get very grabby.
Something I really do want to warn about is that while no such things occur in the story, the characters discuss their pasts, which entails topics including bestiality, forced pregnancy, incest, and CSA. I do my best to approach these topics with the appropriate consideration, but criticism is welcome.
I hope you enjoy:
Medusa laid in bed. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit like she was trying to sand it smooth. Her legs clenched around her wrist, and her hips bucked, not to mention the writhing and hissing from her tendrils. They were all over her, from the top of her head, to her brow, to her upper lip, to her chin, to her chest, to her back, to her belly, to her arms, to her legs. Most animated were the tendrils just above her entrance (or her 'snubes' as she liked to call them).
Her thoughts were singular in their lust as she approached her climax. She panted, and the name of her desire was just reaching her lips, when she heard a gentle knock at the door.
Medusa flinched with surprise, and grumbled to herself in frustration. Her body sat upright, then picked up her head and set it atop her shoulders. No neck connected these two pieces of herself. Her head was suspended at the top of her form, as though held aloft by sheer stubborn refusal to die. The points her neck once attached to emmited a faint golden light, creating what could almost be called a halo.
She then grabbed her mask from the bedside table, and placed it upon her face, just above her lip and her cheekbones, and just below her brow. This mask she crafted herself, as it better reflected who she was than the petrifying void that she had been bestowed with. Metal oxidized to green, with two golden gems at the top to invoke eyes, and a design at the bottom to invoke a slightly crooked nose.
Finally she stood, and picked up her bathrobe. It was a violet color, that she felt nicely contrasted the green scales and skin of her body. When it was necessary to clothe herself, she preferred to wear looser garments due to her scaled appendages, though she did frequently appreciate the additional warmth provided.
She approached the door, and opened it, before speaking the very name that was on her lips just moments before. "Asterion..."
The man, the so-called monster, stood tall above her. Asterion's chest was at eye level with her, and she wasn't short by any means. Despite his stature, his head hung low. His black horns pointed almost horizontally, and his golden-brown eyes showed a clear sadness from behind his spectacles.
Snow-white fur covered his bovine features, though that was about all that could be seen, as in contrast to Medusa's preferences, Asterion was fully clothed, and in layers. Sweater over shirt over undershirt... And this was indoors, during the evening! During the day he practically covered everything from the neck down, even wearing gloves. Even beneath his pants, he wore a pair of legwarmers, exposing only the black tissue of his hooves.
Asterion spoke. "Medusa..."
She fought the urge to shiver at the sound of her name in his low voice, which was difficult given how close she was to orgasm just moments before.
"...I've come to apologize for my earlier conduct. Though you intended me no injury, my words for you were harsh. I regarded you as an enemy, not as the friend you've proven yourself to be. I am sorry."
Medusa nodded. "I accept, Asterion. May I..?" She opened her arms for a hug.
Asterion stepped, forward, and gently wrapped his arms around Medusa. She rested her head on Asterion's body, and gently rubbed his back.
"Thank you..." He whispered.
"Truthfully, I think I owe you an apology too... I crossed a line, and jeopardized our friendship."
"I assure you, our friendship remains intact. The affection you offered... Though I was not ready to accept it, I have longed for it."
Medusa looked up at Asterion. "You have?"
"Yes. I've long admired your beauty, your strength, your sense of justice... I'm a man of dichotomies and contradictions, Medusa. It's been a great comfort to know someone so sure of what is right."
Medusa's cheeks felt warm. "Well, it took me some time to find that sense... I wasn't always so fair. I'll admit, I think it's done me some good to know someone so gentle, so patient... It's only a bonus that this 'someone' has such a remarkable body." Medusa grinned.
Asterion smiled back sheepishly.
"May I ask... Why were you unready to accept my affection?"
Asterion sighed. "That is a long story."
"I have time." Medusa stepped back, and took Asterion's hand, leading him into her room, and shut the door behind them.
The pair sat on the bed, side by side. Medusa placed a hand on Asterion's knee.
He placed his own hand on Medusa's, the entirety of it fitting within the palm of his own. With a sigh, he began. "...Do you know the story of my conception?"
Medusa nodded. "Minos, the king of Crete, refused to sacrifice a bull sent by the gods, choosing to keep it for himself instead. As punishment, the gods bewitched his wife to fall in love with the bull."
Asterion let out an exhale too cold to be called a chuckle. "That's one way to tell the tale... I understand the comfort of blaming the gods, but I don't quite see it that way. My mother..."
His grip on Medusa's hand tightened somewhat. "She was a woman with more means than sense, and she made great use of those means. She explored every indulgence available, even contracting a renowned artisan to design a contraption that would allow her to mate with a beast from her husband's herd. I..."
Asterion took a deep breath, in then out. "I am unsure why she kept me. I have to think the king forced her to, as punishment for her disloyalty."
Medusa grimaced. She felt little sympathy for Asterion's mother, and she herself was quite glad that her friend existed, but there were certain expressions of power, and of cruelty, that were hard for her to stomach.
"Once I was born, my mother wasn't very involved in raising me, that task was left to her servants. But one day... Something changed." Asterion's deep breathing continued. "I was just beginning to mature, to grow strong. My mother took notice."
Medusa placed her free hand on top of Asterion's. She was afraid she knew where this story was going.
"One evening, she came into my... My pen, I suppose it was. She had never come so close to me, hardly ever looked at me. On her face, she wore a new expression, one I hadn't seen before. It wasn't fear, disgust, hate... I thought it must have been love. The love mothers were supposed to have for their sons. Then, she... She..."
Medusa lifted Asterion's hand, and held it tight in both of hers. "You don't have to say it."
Asterion continued. "I didn't resist her. It felt right, then. I finally felt wanted, and loved. But of course, once she had gotten what she wanted, she went right back to ignoring me." His gentle cadence faltered for just a moment. "Soon after that, the Labyrinth was complete, and I was sealed within. I never saw her again. Many years passed before I came to understand the implications of what we had done. You're the first person I've told."
"Asterion..." Medusa rose onto her knees, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You have to know that wasn't your fault. She took advantage of you."
Asterion rested his chin on Medusa's shoulder. "She did. I know she did. But it's hard not to feel it was my hunger for affection that allowed it to happen."
Medusa shook her head. "My friend, I can't begin to fathom what she put you through, but I know something about being made to feel responsible for the wrongs I've endured."
"Tell me.""Well, in my youth... I suppose I too was hungry for affection. I met a handsome, powerful man who made me feel beautiful and special. We entered a love affair."
"One day, we snuck into a temple to make love. I knew there could be consequences if we were caught, but he promised he would protect me. However, the last thing I expected was for the very goddess that temple was built for to appear. It was then I learned that my lover was a god himself, and the two of them were in a feud. He led me there so that he could spite her."
"She was furious, and punished me harshly. My lover did not lift a finger in my defense. She robbed me of my face, and told me no man would ever bear to look upon me again. The void she left behind... It has a way of entrancing people, trapping them in a nightmare that most never wake up from. Even I was defeated, and then beheaded, because I was tricked into seeing a reflection of it... Do you want to know what it showed me?"
"What?" Asterion asked.
"Myself. The young woman I once was, beautiful, carefree, and naive. I was enraged, and I realized that I blamed her for who I had become... And at the same time, that I longed to be her again."
"Following my defeat, I took the time to reflect... I had become selfish, and cruel. The girl I was had been murdered, and I had done nothing to avenge her. With time I realized why: I believed she deserved it. That I deserved it. That it was my fate to be miserable and to inflict misery."
"...I think I know how you felt." Asterion sat upright, out of Medusa's arms. "Before you rescued me from the Labyrinth, I was treated like an animal... And I believed I was one. I've fought so hard to become something else, to cleanse and cover myself, to guard myself with knowledge and principle."
Medusa cupped Asterion's face in her hands. "I strongly admire the man you've become, my friend. But every one of us is an animal. We all feel the same hunger. That hunger doesn't make you lesser, it makes you human."
Asterion nodded. "...Medusa?"
"Yes, Asterion?""I think I may be ready."
"Ready for- Oh." The tendrils on Medusa's brow stood tall in surprise. "You don't sound sure."
"I don't suppose I am... But I trust you. I know that with you I can safely test the waters, free of judgement."
Medusa nodded. "In that case... May I kiss you?"
"Please."
Medusa gently pulled Asterion's head down, and pressed her lips to his snout, tickling it with the tendrils above her lip. Ever-so gently, she pushed her tongue past her own lips and toward Asterion's mouth. His jaw lowered, and his own tongue emerged, meeting Medusa's. The two of them moaned from the taste of each other.
Medusa's hands dropped to Asterion's shoulders, then to his chest. Asterion cautiously reached for Medusa's hips, before wrapping his hands around them. He could feel the tendrils on her back, her legs, and her ass slithering beneath her robe, as though trying to slip underneath his fingers. One of Medusa's hands fell lower still, to unbutton and then unzip his pants. Asterion untied the belt of Medusa's robe, causing it to fall open.The hand that remained on Asterion's chest gently pushed him. He obliged, and laid on his back. Medusa stood, and let her robe fall off of her shoulders, exposing her nude form. Then she reached for his waistband, and pulled down his pants, allowing his cock to spring upright. It was as massive as she figured it would be, as were his balls. She started to pull his pants down toward his knees, but he placed a hand on hers.
"That's as exposed as I'm ready to be, I think."
"That's okay." Medusa smiled, and straddled Asterion's lap.
She placed a hand on his cock, and pressed it to her belly. This part of her too was covered in scaled tendrils, which wrapped around Asterion's length, which reached just high enough to kiss the bottom of her breasts. Asterion gripped the bedsheets and let out a hiss at the spectacle and sensation.Medusa shook her head. "That's not going to fit."
"Indeed... Would you permit me to use another entrance? One that's more... Open-ended, perhaps?"
"What do you-" Medusa gasped, then grinned. "Well, well, who knew you had such a dirty mind?"
Medusa lifted her head from where it was suspended above her shoulders. Carefully, she lined her lips up with the head of Asterion's cock.
Asterion's reached up, and placed a hand atop Medusa's head. The tendrils atop her head wrapped around his fingers, and gripped them tight.
One of Medusa's tendrils gently tapped the head of Asterion's cock. "Is this thing on?" She spoke into the head. "Testing, testing, one-two-theee..."
Asterion stifled a laugh.
"Alright, I'll get ready. You take the lead, push me along." Medusa's jaw opened. She wrapped her lips around the head, and pressed her tongue up against the underside of it.
Asterion took a deep breath, and carefully pushed her down his length, moaning at the slick sounds and sensations. Her lips had roughly reached the halfway point when he saw the head of his cock emerge from the golden light that used to attach to her neck.
It was at that point where Medusa let go of her head, and crawled over to the headboard of her bed, and sat upright. She pat the space beside her.Asterion clutched Medusa's head in both hands, and carefully scooted to her side, before sitting upright.
Medusa's body laid against Asterion's, and she reached down to place a hand on his balls, gently running a palm over them. Asterion wrapped an arm around her waist, and placed a hand on her ass. However, her 'snubes' reached for Asterion's fingers, coiled around them, and gently pulled. He followed their guidance, and found himself touching Medusa's clit.
He began rubbing it in a slow circular motion, and Medusa let out a moan, muffled by Asterion's cock in her throat. Then Asterion continued pulling her down the length of his cock. Even as she had passed his head, Asterion moaned from the pleasure, which was compounded by the gentle pressure on his balls. Medusa's body, meanwhile, wriggled under Asterion's arm, and her tendrils were hissing themselves hoarse. She placed a hand on his chest.
Asterion broke the silence. "You're welcome beneath my garments, if you wish to be."
Without hesitation, Medusa's hand withdrew from Asterion's chest, and slipped up beneath his layers, to find and squeeze his firm, bare pectoral muscle. Her head moaned once again.
Asterion continued pulling Medusa's head down her length, and stroking her clit, for a good while longer, all while she fondled his balls and his chest. The spot where Medusa sat was soaking wet, and she wasn't far from her climax.
Eventually, however, Medusa's lips had reached the base of Asterion's cock, leaving roughly half of his length sticking out of her other end. Asterion withdrew his hand from Medusa's clit. Her head grumbled, and the tendrils on her brow curled downward into a glare.
He chuckled. "Forgive me, my friend. You've been so good for me tonight. But I don't want it to end like this. Would you lay down for me?"
The tendrils on Medusa's brow recoiled, but her body laid on her back.
Asterion held her head in both of his hands, stood to his knees, and walked himself to the front of her.
Medusa, it seemed, understood Asterion's intentions, as she spread her legs wide when he approached.
"That's right..." Asterion lined his head up with Medusa's entrance, still holding her head in place. "Are you ready for me?"
Medusa let out a muffled, affirmative vocalization.
With a grunt, Asterion slowly pushed his length into Medusa's cunt.
Medusa moaned. As Asterion pressed deeper, her 'snubes' reached down to coil around his balls, to feel every contraction and twitch. They tugged, pulling him closer, and Asterion obliged, sliding in more quickly.
It wasn't long before Asterion's cock was engulfed completely. His length felt a slick and warm grip all over, as though Medusa's throat and her cunt formed a single cavity, and it was blissful.
Asterion secured his grip on Medusa's head. The golden light that shined from beneath it was now obscured completely. "If something hurts, I want you to use those tendrils to bite me as hard as you can. Make certain that I know."
Medusa once again vocalized affirmatively.
Asterion held Medusa's head to her cunt as he pulled out just a little bit, before sliding back in. He repeated this motion. He repeated it again. And again. And again. He fucked the combined space of her throat and her cunt, and he began to pick up speed.
It was all so much. The slick sounds of his length sliding in and out of her. The moans reverberating through his cock. The wriggling tendrils gripping his fingers and his cock. The sight of Medusa's breasts bouncing as he fucked her. It was all so much, and it was perfect.
"So... Pretty..." Asterion huffed and grunted. "You feel so good... So fucking good..." He growled. "I want to cum inside you. I'm going to cum inside you, Medusa."
Medusa's moans were growing louder and higher. She gripped the bedsheets, and her toes curled. Finally, she had been allowed to climax.
Asterion fucked her through her orgasm, prolonging it. His growls turned to moans, which then turned to whines, as high as his voice could be. "Medusa... Medusa... Medusa..."
Asterion's cock erupted, flooding Medusa's cunt with his hot seed as his continued thrusting prolonged his own orgasm. Pearly white semen began oozing out of Medusa's cunt, from behind her head.
Eventually, Asterion ran out of steam and stopped abruptly. His lust had passed, and he felt incredibly tired. He stayed still for a good moment, looking down at Medusa's body, feeling incredibly satisfied.
Medusa's head made a sound not unlike clearing her throat.
Quickly, but carefully, Asterion pulled himself out of Medusa, then pulled her head off of his cock. "Forgive me... Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm alright." Medusa smiled. Her body sat up, and she took her head from Asterion's hands, placing it above her shoulders once more. "More than alright, in fact... That was incredible, Asterion."
"It was... Thank you, Medusa. May I..?" Asterion opened his arms."
"You may." Medusa wrapped her arms around Asterion.
Asterion hugged her back, very tightly. "Thank you so much."
"The pleasure was all mine. I hope this isn't our last time exploring each other's bodies."
If the DMC tag can have people posting their freak shit incest art and x reader fanfics where every male character is a daddy dom, y'all BETTER NOT complain when I finish and upload this pic I'm making of Dante farting from his giant fat thousand-pound ass. At least I'm giving a warning.
So, I've done some digging on Rule 34, and for all of the vile shit in that site's Devil May Cry tag, there are some decent enough pieces in there. I decided to save those pieces, and compile them for anyone seeking out 🔞 visual art featuring Devil May Cry characters.
I've actually tried sharing them here before, but Tumblr wasn't happy with most of the images, so instead I've decided to post links to the Rule 34 site. I've also decided to mark each of my favorite pieces with a ⭐, just because.
I can't guarantee that you'll find something you like, but I can guarantee that they're 100% incest and AI free (do inform me if I've missed something).
If you're interested in seeing a particular piece, but the links aren't working for you for whatever reason, feel free to DM me, I should have the piece on hand. Do inform me if a linked piece doesn't match its description.
If a piece in this list happens to be yours, and you don't want it to be on this list, feel free to DM me, and I will remove it.
If you are under 18, please do not interact with this post.
Solo Dante
By loggyburger: A piece depicting a middle-aged Dante, nude (he is depicted with a penis), masturbating with a pillow as he looks at a magazine.
Solo Trish
By arkuny: a piece depicting Trish, lying on her back, holding a pistol, her corset opened to expose her breasts, her pants removed (she is depicted with a vagina).
By carrerabrothers: a piece depicting Trish, from behind, looking back as she pulls down her pants, revealing a pair of lace panties. ⭐
By wub: a piece depicting Trish as an anthropomorphic canine, being fucked from behind by an original character, another anthropomorphic canine with black fur and red eyes. Trish's breasts are exposed, and she is depicted with a vagina. ⭐️
Solo Lucia:
by scruffyturtles: a piece depicting Lucia, nude, bashfully posing with a pair of wings.
Solo Lady:
By angeljasiel: a piece depicting Lady, nude (she is depicted with a vagina), posing in a giant fruity drink glass.
By anikiki kun: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 3, sitting on a bed. Her shirt is unbuttoned to expose her abs and her breasts, one of which she is squeezing, and her shorts are removed to reveal a pair of black panties. ⭐
By anikiki kun: a piece depicting Lady, nude save for a pair of black panties pulled aside (she is depicted with a vagina), being fucked from behind by an unseen fair-skinned person (depicted with a penis). ⭐
By antiheld: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 5, with her shirt removed to expose her breasts, covered in hickeys.
By carrerabrothers: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 4, pulling off her jacket to expose her breasts, and her shorts unbuttoned to expose her underwear.
By cyberspeakeasy: a piece depicting Lady, wearing only a white dress shirt, opened to expose her breasts (she is depicted with a vagina), saying the following dialogue: "Huh... Again? You've already cum in me four times."
By fluffydango: a piece depicting Lady, nude, saying the following dialogue: "Ugh... Stop calling me cute or whatever... Just show me that massive demon cock already!"
By ittla: a piece depicting Lady, posing a purple bra and purple bra and panties (she is depicted with a penis).
By lewdamone: an animated piece depicting Lady, confidently standing and dropping a towel exposing her breasts. ⭐
By missfaves: a piece depicting Lady taking a selfie in front of a swimming pool, with a large squirt gun slung over her shoulder. She is wearing her white shirt from Devil May Cry 3 over a two-piece swimsuit. ⭐️
By nazreizo: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 5, her shirt missing to expose her breasts, posing with Kalina Ann.
By purinnrin: a piece depicting Lady, with her breasts exposed, tied up in shibari ropes.
By rplatt: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 4, with her jacket open, exposing her breasts.
By suoiresnu: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 3, with her shirt unbuttoned to expose her breasts, posing with Kalina Ann.
By superbusty: a piece depicting Lady, in a white t-shirt, holding up her shirt with her teeth, exposing her breasts. ⭐
By tusia: a piece depicting Lady, in a black bra and panties (she is depicted with a vagina), lounging.
By vempire: a piece depicting Lady, in her Devil May Cry 3 attire, her shirt unbuttoned to expose her breasts.
Solo Nero
By kurenaiz1: a piece depicting a genderbent Nero, bearing a pixelated dildo in place of a Devil Breaker. Nero is depicted in her jacket from Devil May Cry 5, as well as a similarly colored t-shirt, albeit cropped to expose her midriff. She is also depicted with rather large, clothed breasts. Nero is blushing, and her expression appears scandalized as she exclaims "WTF Nico!?" Nico is depicted in a smaller panel, with a wide grin on her face.
Solo Kyrie
By carrerabrothers: a piece depicting Kyrie, in her attire from Devil May Cry 4, bashfully exposing her breasts and a pair of leopard-print panties. ⭐
By hennathefilth: a piece depicting Kyrie, posing nude (she is depicted with a vagina), with more body fat than she's shown to have in canon. ⭐
By ivanks: a piece depicting Kyrie, having been transformed into some kind of anthropomorphic dinosaur or otherwise reptilian creature. What remains of her typical dress is torn, and her breasts are exposed.
Solo Nico
By blanclauz: a piece depicting Nico, posing fully nude (she is depicted with a vagina).
By scruffyturtles: a piece depicting Nico, in her attire from Devil May Cry 5, with her shorts pulled down (she is depicted with a vagina) and her shirt pulled up to expose underboob, masturbating with Sweet Surrender. ⭐
By scruffyturtles: a piece depicting Nico, in a sheer white tank top and no pants, holding her glasses in her hand, posing seductively on her knees. ⭐
Dante x Lady
By loggus doggus: a piece depicting Lady and Dante, having traded outfits. Dante is in the foreground, wearing Lady's attire from Devil May Cry 3 (his skirt riding up to reveal a bulge), posing with Kalina Ann.
Dante x Lucia:
By 7dollarts: a piece depicting Lucia, nude (she is depicted with a vagina), with bird wings, being fucked from behind by Dante, in his Sin Devil Trigger form (he is depicted with a penis). She holds onto his horns, and her legs are held apart by Dante's winds. He gropes her breasts, which appear to be lactating.
By pranky: a piece depicting Dante (depicted with a penis) and Lucia (depicted with a vagina) having sex in the missionary position.
Lady x Trish
By arzonaut: a piece depicting Trish performing oral sex on Lady (depicted with a vagina), in her attire from Devil May Cry 4, over a bowl of some kind of soup.
By energheiz90: a piece depicting Trish and Lady, both nude, having sex in the missionary position, pressing their breasts together.
By fenixman12: a piece depicting Trish, nude, on top of Lady, also nude (both of whom are depicted with vaginas), kissing her while Lady fingers her. ⭐
By fenixman12: a piece depicting Trish, nude, inserting a purple heart-shaped anal plug into Lady, also nude (both of whom are depicted with vaginas).
By ittla: a piece depicting Trish and Lady, posing together, wearing swimsuits.
By kiddarus: a piece depicting Trish straddling Lady, with the latter's shirt having been unbuttoned to reveal a red bra underneath. Trish's breasts are flush with Lady's, squishing against them.
By lucesparda: a piece depicting Lady fucking Trish from behind with a strap-on.
By lucesparda: a piece depicting Lady, nude, kissing Trish, also nude, from behind, while groping her breasts.
By pinkseito: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 5, and Trish (both of whom are depicted with vaginas) sharing some sort of double-ended dildo with small tendrils on the sides. Trish is also licking Lady's foot.
By pinkseito: a piece depicting Lady, in her attire from Devil May Cry 5 (depicted with a vagina), posing next to Trish, whose pants are pulled down (depicted with a vagina), with a line of drool connecting Trish's vagina to Lady's mouth.
By toterfisch: a piece depicting Trish, nude, fucking Lady, wearing only a skirt, from behind. ⭐
Nero x Kyrie
By hennathefilth: a piece depicting Nero, with his haircut Devil May Cry 5 and his Devil Bringer, nude, kissing Kyrie, nude, who is straddling his lap.
Vergil x Nero's mother
By kota stoker: a piece depicting Nero's mother, in her attire from Devil May Cry 4: Special Edition, lifting her dress to expose her legs and a pair of white panties, with Vergil blushing in the upper right corner.
Miscellaneous:
By anolea: a piece depicting Dagon's Rusalka feelers, posing seductively.
By pizzaozzy: a piece depicting a Riot standing in a hallway, prepared to pounce (depicted with a penis), with two more Riots lurking in the background.
The DMC Crew x Miscellaneous:
By chocoheavens: a piece depicting Lady, wearing only her shirt from Devil May Cry 5, in the arms of Bayonetta from the franchise of the same name, with underboob exposed, leaning in for a kiss.
By kabscorner: a piece depicting Nico, her shirt pulled up to expose her breasts, and her shorts removed (she is depicted with a vagina), being fucked by a Fury (who is depicted with a knotted penis). ⭐
By kittymellow: a short comic in which Nevan transforms Dante, in his attire from Devil May Cry 3, into a female version of himself, her jeans replaced with short shorts, and her boots replaced with thigh-high heels. She expresses approval with the following dialogue: "Well this ain't so bad!"
Kinktober's rolled out. I'm not participating in that. Instead, I made my own version, where I chose the prompts, and will be drawing one kinky image every three days.
