Movie Night… "K-Pop Demon Hunters" (1390 words) by A lil Spicy pizza
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Devil May Cry (Gameverse)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dante & Vergil (Devil May Cry), Lady/Trish (Devil May Cry), Nero & Vergil (Devil May Cry), Dante & Nero (Devil May Cry)
Characters: Dante (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry), Vergil's Doppelganger (Devil May Cry), Nero (Devil May Cry), Trish (Devil May Cry), Lady (Devil May Cry)
Additional Tags: K-pop demon hunters - Freeform, Movie Night, Family, Found Family, Devils do cry, Hugs, Dante & Vergil being soft brothers when alone, berried delight
Summary:
So, I watched K-Pop Demon Hunters & my first thought was I needed Dante & Vergil to watch this with their little family. I needed them to have emotions about it.
Please enjoy. I tried to keep it as spoiler light as possible as to not ruin the movie for anyone yet to watch it.
It is such a good movie, go watch it!! Highly recommend it.
Lady is enjoying a quiet evening at home when her girlfriend, Trish, comes knocking with an unusual problem.
Content Warnings:
Starvation (fantastical symptoms)
Knife trauma (magically healed)
Drinking human blood (consensually)
Suggestive dialogue
(send an ask if you think something else should be here)
Author's Note:
This is baby's first fanfiction, so go easy on me.
It was a quiet, calm winter evening. Lady sat by the window, sipping cocoa and watching the snow fall outside from inside her warm apartment. She was dressed comfortably, wearing a thick white sweater and a pair of black briefs. It was nights like these that took the edge off of the otherwise loud, chaotic, and uncertain life of a devil hunter.
However, the calm was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Lady quickly set aside her mug, and approached the door. While she recognized the rhythm, she still retrieved a pistol from under the couch cushions on the way, and before unlocking the door, peered through the peephole.
Upon seeing the face she expected, Lady unlocked the door, and cracked it open.
Trish stood, hunched and shivering in front of the door. She wore what she always did; her dark sunglasses, and a black leather getup of studded bracers, a corset, pants, and high-heeled boots. But over this, she wore a thick pink bathrobe, pulling it around herself.
Her dress wasn't the only unusual thing about her tonight. Her normally smooth, tan complexion was now pale, clammy, and - most alarmingly - flaking and crumbling away.
"Trish? Shit, babe, are you okay?" Lady opened the door wider, ignoring the nagging awareness that this could all be some kind of ruse.
"Lady..." Trish's voice sounded weak. She was looking at the floor, rather than meeting Lady's gaze.
"Get in here, now." Lady put an arm around Trish, and led her inside, shutting the door behind them. Lady could feel through her bathrobe that Trish's normally muscular body was extremely thin. The pair sat on the couch, and Lady set aside her pistol. "What's going on? You look awful."
Trish still avoided eye contact. "It's a demon thing. I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"Well maybe I would understand if you'd tell me what's happening." Lady put her other arm around Trish, and squeezed her tight. "Please. You're scaring me. What's wrong?"
Trish sighed. "I'm... Hungry."
"...Okay, I could get you some-" Lady paused, remembering that Trish is a demon, and knowing what demons require for sustenance. "Oh. You need blood, don't you?"
Trish nodded.
"Alright then, I'll see what I can do." Lady hurried into her pantry. She dug around for a moment, before pulling out a green crystal in the shape of a star. She then headed into the kitchen, and set the crystal on the counter. Shs pulled a wine glass from the cupboard, and a knife from a drawer, before returning to the counter.
Trish finally looked in Lady's direction. "I... Won't ask you to-"
Lady was already cutting into her palm, wincing as she squeezed the blood into the glass. Trish fell silent, and watched intently, her stomach growling as the glass filled with crimson.
When the glass was half-full, Lady set aside her knife, and picked up the crystal. Trish recognized it as a Vital Star, an alchemic stone with healing properties.
Effortlessly, Lady crushed the crystal in her hand. Green mist rose from her palm, and Lady inhaled. She held her breath, and the wound on her palm glowed as it sealed shut. Finally, Lady exhaled, and set aside the now broken and colorless crystal.
Lady picked up the glass in both hands, and approached Trish, before handing her the glass. "There. I hope this is enough."
Trish held the glass in her shaking hands, breathing heavily as she stared into the pool of scarlet blood.
"Go ahead. It's for you." Lady put a hand on Trish's shoulder.
Quickly, Trish put the glass to her lips, and began gulping down Lady's blood. The bathrobe fell off of Trish's shoulders, and Lady could see the effect; Trish's skin mended and regained it's color, and her muscles swelled back to their full size. Trish was no longer hunched over, but sitting up straight as she poured the last of Lady's offering into her mouth. Trish's tongue extended into the glass, much further than a human's tongue possibly could, and licked it completely clean.
"...Wow." Lady's face was red, and her eyes were wide.
Finally, Trish sat back, and set aside the glass, sighing contentedly.
"Do you feel better, Trish?"
"Hm? Oh, I feel great, baby." Trish beamed. "I can't thank you enough, Lady, I-"
Lady returned to the couch, and hugged Trish as tight as she could. "Trish, don't ever do that to me again! Why weren't you feeding yourself?!"
Trish hugged back, nuzzling into Lady's touch. "Well, it was my understanding that my peaceful life here in the human world was contingent on me living in peace. I tried to conserve my strength, but that only lasted so long..."
Lady furrowed her brow, and pulled out of the hug. "But you only needed a glass to be completely healthy again. That isn't so bad."
"That's confusing me too. I've had human blood before, but yours is so..." Trish shuddered. "I still feel warm and tingly all over... It's intoxicating."
"Hm..." Lady looked contemplative. "You know, growing up, I was exposed to a lot of demonic history and mythology. One myth my mother told me that the strongest devils sought to rule humans because blood sacrificed willingly was more potent."
"That doesn't line up with what most demons I know have told me... But it would explain what just happened." Trish chuckled.
Lady chuckled with her. "You know, you can always come over whenever you're feeling hungry. I have a ton of vital stars that I need to use before they expire anyway."
"Thank you." Trish pulled Lady into another hug.
Lady hugged her back. "And don't wait until you're at death's door this time, okay? I don't want you barely surviving, I want you to thrive."
"I'm touched." Trish smiled.
"Besides," Lady leaned in and whispered, "if you're full enough to control yourself, I might let you drink 'straight from tap'."
Trish raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Yep. Any artery you want."
"Even Femoral?"
"Especially Femoral."
Trish chuckled. "My my... I'm getting hungry again already."
"Good. I'll indulge you soon enough." Lady pulled away from Trish's ear, and looked her in the eyes. "But first... Kiss me."
At once, Trish leaned in and pressed her lips to Lady's. Lady reciprocated the gesture. Their tongues met each other, and Lady could taste iron in Trish's mouth.
Trish and Lady are called to Vie de Marli for an unusual job.
Content Warnings:
Suicide ideation
Consumption of human blood
Author's Note:
This is my first time writing for Lucia. I haven't really played DMC2 from start to finish, but I think I get the gist of the character. Feedback is always welcome.
Lady crossed her arms, and looked up at the clocktower standing before her. "This is the place, right?"
Trish nodded. "This is the place."
Lady looked back to her partner. "Did she tell us anything about this job?"
"Not really." Trish put her hands on her hips. "Just that there's a demon threatening Vie de Marli, that she can't deal with on her own."
"Some 'Protector' she must be..." Lady sighed. "And you're sure this wasn't some excuse to get Dante to come here?"
"Trust me, she's good at what she does." Trish corrected.
Lady rolled her eyes. "If you say so..."
"And I'm sure." Trish continued. "She still asked for us to come even after I told her that Dante is in the Underworld, remember? Besides, the call sounded really urgent. Like she was in danger herself."
"Alright." Lady slung Kalina Ann off of her shoulder. "Let's get this over with." She fired her grappling hook to the top of the clock tower, and braced her feet against the wall.
Trish stepped up behind Lady, wrapped her hands around her shoulders, and wrapped her legs around her waist. "I'm ready when you are."
"Trish, you can fly."
"We're in public. We do want to freak out the locals, do we?"
"Like a heavily armed foreigner abseiling up the side of a clock tower wouldn't do the job?"
"Well, maybe I just wanted an excuse to hold onto my hot girlfriend." Trish smiled.
"Trish, we're working right now."
"Well, if you really think you can't carry me, I'll hop right off..."
"Playing to my ego, now? I'm starting to think you're just lazy."
"I'm just trying to be realistic, baby. You're only human, and you are halfway through your life already..."
"Not called for."
"Am I wrong? Then prove it."
Lady huffed. "Well-played."
At once, Lady hit a trigger on Kalina Ann, and began to ascend the building, Trish holding her body tightly.
Trish let out a giggle.
* * *
The pair reached the top of the tower, and looked around for their client. Eventually, they spotted her, sitting in a far corner.
Trish approached her first, with Lady following close behind. "Lucia?"
"Hello..." Lucia spoke weakly. Upon closer inspection, she did not appear to be in good condition. The skin on her face appeared to be flaking away, and her eyes had changed to a sickly yellow-green color. She was also shaking.
Trish crouched in front of her. "Are you alright? Who, or what, did this to you?"
"No one... This was always going to happen-" Lucia was cut off by a coughing fit. "-eventually."
Trish cocked her head. "What do you mean?"
"The first thing you should know about me is that I'm..." Lucia sighed. "...A demon."
"Obviously." Trish stated bluntly. "I've never known a human who can fight the way you do."
Lucia continued. "I was one of many created by a man called Arius, a sorcerer who wished to rule the world. But I was 'defective', and he discarded me. A woman named Matier discovered me, and raised me as her own daughter. Many years passed before I learned the truth."
Trish nodded.
"When I met Arius, he told me that everything returns to its original form. It seems that he was right... I tried to deny it, but deep down I always knew he was..."
"What do you mean?" Trish crossed her arms.
"It started about one month ago, when Matier... She passed." Lucia's voice broke. "It was she who raised me to be human. It was her love that kept me human. Not long after she was gone, I began to feel these... Cravings."
"Oh..." Trish interjected. "You mean for human blood, don't you?"
Lucia nodded. "I tried to fight it, but as my body grew weaker, so did my resolve... Two days ago, I nearly attacked a civilian."
Trish frowned. "Lucia, did you call us here to kill you?"
"...I've accepted that there's no hope for me. I would rather die before losing myself to my true nature."
"Lucia..." Trish put a hand on Lucia's shoulder. "I know that what you're going through must be scary, but this isn't the way out."
"There is no way out!" Lucia spar. "It's only going to get worse..."
Lady butted in. "Can I ask you something?"
Lucia's eyes met Lady's. Her stomach growled. "...She shouldn't be here."
Lady laughed. "If you could pose any threat to me, in the state that you're in, then it's time for me to hang up my guns." She continued. "So you've never drank blood before? In your whole life?"
Lucia shook her head. "Absolutely not."
"Frankly, I find that hard to believe. You've always been a demon, right?"
Lucia's eyes fell.
"Hm..." Lady placed a hand on her chin. "Matier, your mother... She was human, right?"
Lucia nodded. "Yes."
"Did she cook for you?"
"Yes. We often had dinner together..." Lucia's stomach growled again.
"I think that solves it, then. Your mother was feeding you her blood."
"What?!" Lucia's eyes were wide. "That's not possible!"
"It's the only thing that is possible." Lady asserted.
"She's right, Lucia." Trish added. "The only thing in the Human World that can sustain a demon is human blood."
"But..." Lucia trailed off. She quickly began to cry.
Trish and Lady looked to one another, unsure of how to respond.
Lucia continued. "Why did she hide the truth from me? Why did she always hide the truth from me?"
Lady sat beside Lucia. "A parent will do some really stupid things, if they think it's in their child's best interests. As much as she kind of screwed you up, I think she really loved you."
"She did..." Lucia wiped her tears. "Then why did she leave me unprepared?"
"That's a good question... Was she expecting to die?" Lady asked.
"It was rather sudden, actually. Do you think she intended to tell me?"
"I'm sure she did." Lady nodded. "Maybe she just put it off for too long. It sounds like she never wanted you to feel different."
"Right... Right, that makes sense." Lucia's voice grew steadier.
Trish spoke up. "You know, Lucia... I'm a demon too. And I've lived peacefully among humans for years now."
"You have?" Lucia looked to Trish. "But how?"
"By staying fed. Lady makes sure of that."
Lady nodded. "Our top theory is that blood offered willingly is especially potent. She doesn't even need to feed from me that much."
"That, and Lady's body is just incredibly fit and strong." Trish added.
"Well, of course it is, but I'm one-of-a-kind. In the long term, Lucia needs someone who trusts her and cares for her like Matier did."
Lucia nodded. "That makes sense..." She sighed. "I'm sorry about this."
"It's alright. I mean, who in the devil hunting trade hasn't felt like dying before?"
"Lady..."
"Kidding, Trish. But seriously, we're happy to help. In fact, here-" Lady drew a knife from her belt, and pricked her finger. "-this one's on the house."
Lucia hesitated for but a moment. "...Okay." She placed her lips on Lady's finger, closed her eyes, and began to suckle.
"Atta-girl." Lady gave her a pat on the back.
Lucia's flesh began to mend, and she soon pulled away. She opened her eyes, which returned to their normal color. "Wow..."
Trish chuckled. "She hits like a truck, doesn't she?"
Lucia managed a smile. "I do feel a lot better... Thank you, Lady."
"Sure thing." Lady smiled back, as she wrapped a band-aid around her finger. "And there's more where that came from, we'll send you a stockpile."
Trish interjected. "But in the long term, you should really work on making some friends. Isolating yourself isn't gonna protect anyone, you're just gonna hurt yourself more. Trust me, I've seen it happen. Besides, people are more accepting than you think. If someone really knows you and cares about you, they'll accept you for who you really are."
Lucia sighed. "That's a lot to think about."
"I can imagine." Trish wrapped her arm around her. "Don't be afraid to reach out to me if you need someone to talk to."
"Thank you, Trish. Thank you both." Lucia stood. "I know I never promised payment, but I feel that I owe you something for the trouble."
"Well, now I'm pretty hungry." Lady stood up herself. "Maybe you could introduce us to some of the local cuisine?"
Trish stood as well. "I could certainly go for a bite."
Lady is having a very dull day. Trish takes it upon herself to make it a lot more interesting.
Content Warnings:
Mention of alcoholism
Accidental exposure
Body odor
Breast play
Body worship
Sweat consumption
Foot fetish
Ass eating
Feces consumption (implied)
Strap-on sex
Vaginal sex
Proportionally impossible penetration
Kissing
Oral sex/felatio (on dildo)
Fingering
Author's Note:
Well, after writing so much about the Nero/Kyrie/Nico polycule (and after a long hiatus), it's about time I did something with Lady and Trish.
Many of these aren't really kinks that I have, but they are kinks I believe Trish would have, and through writing about her, I managed to find a way to appreciate them.
Lady, in my headcanon, is trans, and this story features a blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of it. She is depicted with a vagina, as I believe she would want bottom surgery and is financially secure enough to afford it.
It often felt like many calendar dates were only recognized to remind Lady that her life was a living hell. One such day was Father's Day. Anyone who knew her well - which wasn't very many people, to be fair - didn't need to be told why.
Generally, Lady's mind could be kept off of the past, but today was a rare occasion where she didn't have a job on her agenda. So she was left in her apartment, sitting on the couch and sweating in nothing but a pair of black shorts because - of course - her air conditioner chose today of all days to be broken.
Now, besides work, there was one other thing Lady could do to get herself through one of these days. But as a personal rule, she tried not to drink except on Fridays and Saturdays, and today was already Sunday. In her mind, a healthy person only drinks heavily on the weekends. And maybe she wasn't a healthy person per se, but she definitely wasn't an alcoholic.
Still... She had a long day ahead of her. And she didn't actually drink on Friday anyway! What harm was there in drinking today?
Lady peeled herself off of the couch, and shuffled toward the liquor cabinet. She was just a few steps away from breaking her rule when, like the voice of a guardian angel, the phone began to ring.
Lady quickly returned to the couch, and picked up the phone. "This is Lady. What can I do for you?"
"Hey Lady," answered a voice like that of a second, much sexier guardian angel. "Are you busy today?"
"Trish!" Lady tried to contain her elation. "No, not at all. Did you have a job for me?"
"Nope. What I do have is a pint of ice cream, and no one to share it with. May I come in?"
"Oh, you know I can't say no to that..." Lady frowned. "But, what's the occasion?"
"Must there be an occasion? Maybe I just wanted to spend a little time with my best friend, who fortunately isn't busy for once."
Lady was grateful Trish couldn't see her blushing. "If you say so, Trish."
"Great!" Trish hung up immediately.
Lady sighed to herself, mostly from relief. Did Trish know what today meant to her? Lady had never told her about her past, but Dante knew very well, and Trish lived with Dante for quite some time. Then again, she didn't imagine Dante would have shared her business like that. There's no way Trish could have found out on her own, is there?
Lady didn't know, and truthfully, she couldn't come up with a good reason to care. She felt happy, on a day where she would have settled for mortal terror and murderous rage, anything to drown out her melancholy.
Lady was just hanging up her phone when the window quickly slid open, and Trish poked in her head.
"Damnit, Trish!" Lady covered her chest, and her face turned bright read. "Did you forget how to knock?!"
"Ah, sorry." Trish turned around, sitting on the window sill.
"It's fine, come on in. Make yourself at home."
As Trish climbed into the window, and closed it, Lady quickly walked to her bedroom, and searched her drawers.
Trish had almost certainly seen her naked breasts, and she wasn't sure how she felt about. Lady was generally proud of her body. The combination of hormone therapy and regular exercise had built her a figure she really liked to see in the mirror, and the vast majority of her scars only reminded her how much she'd overcome. Still, she didn't really enjoy being surprised like that, however innocent Trish's intentions were.
Lady threw on a white tank top, and left her bedroom.
Trish had already fished some spoons from the kitchen, and had taken a seat on the couch. Lady could swear that the air felt colder, too. Had Trish cast some sort of spell? Lady knew she could summon and command lightning, and she'd seen Trish utilize fire too, so maybe she decided to make the place a little frostier. Lady wasn't complaining.
She took a seat beside Trish, who handed her a spoon. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it." Trish pulled the lid off of the pint. "I'll let you do the honors."
Lady scooped a modest spoonful of ice cream, and popped it into her mouth with a smile.
Trish soon did the same, and together the pair made their way closer and closer to the bottom, all while Trish told Lady about her last contract.
They were about halfway down when Trish changed the subject. "So... How are you feeling today, Lady?"
Lady furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
"It's a simple question, isn't it?"
"Trish, I appreciate you being here, but I want you to be honest with me." Lady crossed her arms.
"Alright, you caught me. There's a reason I decided to check on you today. Are you sure you can handle hearing it?"
"Just spit it out."
Trish sighed. "Lady, when was the last time you took a shower?"
Lady blinked. "Huh?"
"Look, honey, there's nothing wrong with a little body odor. Frankly, I believe humans as a group are very closed-minded when it comes to olfactory exploration. But I also know that humans don't like being dirty, and it's not a good sign if I can smell you from the street."
"WHAT?!" Lady's face was as red as a tomato.
"So, when was the last time you showered!?"
Lady all but growled. "Look, it's the damn heat! My air conditioner broke last night, and the repairman won't be here until tomorrow! And I haven't had any work this weekend, so I've been stuck here!"
"Mmm... Okay. So you haven't been able to stay occupied?"
"Are you trying to psychoanalyze me right now?!"
"I'm just concerned, Lady! I don't like seeing my friends get this way, and I don't think you're a lost cause." Trish sighed. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but let me try to cheer you up, okay?"
Lady sighed. "...The ice cream, and whatever you did about the temperature, are helping already."
"Good." Trish smiled. "Is there anything else I can do?"
"Hm..." Lady took another bite of ice cream.
"Want me to take you shopping? Getting a new look always cheers me up."
"Not feeling it."
"Maybe we could go riding? That could be relaxing, even with the traffic you get on a sunny day."
"Nah."
"Hm... Want me to take off my top and jump up and down?"
"HUH?!"
Trish laughed. "Just making sure you were still paying attention. Unless?"
Lady laughed too.
"So, what's it going to be?"
Lady stopped to think for a moment. "...I have to admit, you have some pretty amazing boobs."
"Why, thank you!" Trish grinned. "So do you."
"I mean, not like yours, Trish. If you weren't a demon I'd be concerned for your spine." Lady chuckled.
"Well, Lady, size isn't everything. And besides, who needs big tits with an ass like yours?"
Lady nearly giggled. "Oh, you're just saying that."
"Don't act modest, as if you don't flaunt it every chance you get."
"I'm not the one running around in a corset, Trish."
Trish chuckled. "You've got me there. My point stands, you have a spectacular ass."
Lady smiled. "Yours isn't so bad either." The pair sat in silence for just a moment, before Lady spoke again. "Were you really just kidding about taking off your top?"
"Not at all. I mean, it's only fair after I barged in the way I did."
"That's very true. Go on, then, let the girls breathe!"
Trish smiled. She set down the ice cream along with her spoon, and at once, her corset vanished with a gentle flash of white light, letting her breasts hang unobstructed.
Lady's jaw went slack, and her spoon clattered to the floor. "Dang... May I?"
"Yes you may."
Lady flopped onto Trish's breasts face-first, and sighed. "So soft..."
Trish giggled, and wrapped her arms around Lady's head, pressing her breasts into her face. "There you go, honey, just relax and enjoy."
Lady simply laid in Trish's embrace, gently shaking her head from side to side for a considerable moment. But, she soon spoke up with a muffled voice. "Okay, I need to come up for air."
Trish released her, and Lady sat upright again, taking deep breaths. She smiled at Trish, before looking down at her breasts again. "...Oh, yuck." Right in the middle of Trish's cleavage there was a glistening patch of sweat where Lady's face once rested.
Trish laughed. "Oh, don't sweat it, honey."
Lady rolled her eyes, then sighed. "...I really need a shower."
"That you do. However, there is something fun I've wanted to try first..."
"Oh, yeah?"Trish leaned in close to Lady, and whispered into her ear. "I want to lick the sweat from your body."
Lady was very red. "Wow, that's gross." She laughed. "You like disgusting smells, and now you want to lick me... Are you sure you're a demon and not a dog?"
Trish frowned. "So that's a no?'
"I never said that. I'm just a little surprised, that's all."
Trish grinned. "I'm full of surprises. May I get started?"
"Yes please."
Trish stood, and gently pushed Lady onto her back. Trish laid herself on top of her, and began licking her face.
Lady giggled. "That tickles."
"Oh, yeah?" Trish turned Lady's head to the side, and began licking around and inside of her ear.
Lady laughed. "Oh my god, Trish!"
Trish turned Lady's head again, to clean her other ear, before tilting her chin up to begin licking her neck.
"Oh! That's really nice..." Lady sighed.
Trish sat up. "You think that's nice? I'm just getting started." Trish grabbed the bottom of Lady's tank top, and began pulling it up.
Lady raised her arms, so Trish could pull it all the way off of her body and toss it aside. When the tank top was gone, Lady chuckled. "See? My tits don't really compare to yours."
"Nonsense. This isn't a very flattering angle anyway." Trish lowered herself once more, and began licking Lady's toned stomach.
Lady chuckled again, and gave Trish a pat on the head. "Attagirl. Leave me spotless."
Trish soon migrated upward, licking underneath and between Lady's breasts. Then she moved her attention to Lady's nipples, slowly circling each one with her tongue, one at a time.
"Mmm..." Lady bit her lip.
Then, Trish lifted Lady's arms past her head, and began taking slow, deep licks of her armpit.
Lady giggled loudly. "Sorry it's not the smoothest it could be in there."
Trish stopped, and looked up at Lady, not moving her face from where it was. "Honey, a little hair isn't going to stop me from putting my tongue to work." She continued licking Lady's armpit.
Lady laughed. "Trish!"
When Trish was satisfied, she moved to Lady's other armpit, giving the same attention as the first.
Lady sighed again. "You really know how to make a girl feel delicious."
Trish grinned as she finished cleaning Lady's armpit, before sitting up once again. "Alright, we're getting closer to the main course." She grabbed the waistband of Lady's shorts, and began pulling them down.
Lady simply arched her back and lifted her ass off of the couch, enabling Trish to pull her shorts all the way up to her knees.
Trish lifted Lady's legs up, kneeling where they once rested, and pulled the shorts all the way off, tossing them over her shoulder. Rather than diving in between them like Lady was expecting, Trish held her ankles together, and began licking the soles of Lady's feet.
"Oh, wow... I didn't think you were into that."
"There's not a single part of you I'm not into, Lady." Trish replied, before she began slowly sucking on each of Lady's toes, working from her left to her right, holding eye contact with Lady the entire time.
"Clearly... By all means, appreciate every inch of me, leave no ground untouched."
Trish was just finishing the last toe when she pulled back with a grin. "Oh, that's the idea. Turn over for me, honey."
At once, Lady turned over, laying on her stomach, chin resting in her hands.
Trish grinned. "Damn, your ass really is perfect."
Lady cocked her head back, and grinned in turn. "Then why don't you show me just how perfect it is to you?"
"Patience, honey." Trish lowered herself again, and began licking Lady's well-muscled back clean.
Lady sighed, and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before Trish finished, and crawled down to the foot of the couch, before beginning to clean the back of Lady's thighs, paying special attention to the creases just under her buttocks. Soon, she pulled back. "Alright, I'm ready for the main course."
"Uh, wait..."
"What's wrong?"
"Um... You might find a little bit more than sweat in there."
"I realize that, honey. Again, there isn't a part of you that I'm not into."
Lady smiled. "Alright, then. Dig in."
Trish slowly licked from the bottom of Lady's asscrack all the way to the top. She returned to the bottom again for a second lick, pressing her tongue a little further inside this time.
"Yeah, that's it... Keep going..."
Trish continued slowly pushing deeper, until her last lick slid right along Lady's anus.
"Mmm!" Lady closed her eyes and beamed.
Trish was smiling too. "Now, there's only one part of you I have left to taste... Turn over."
"Wait, actually..." Lady sat up.
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well first of all, after all that, I'm worried you might give me some kind of infection."
"Ah... You're probably right."
"And second... There's something else I actually want to do."
"Oh?" Trish raised an eyebrow.
"Wait right here-" Lady stood, and quickly walked back to her bedroom.
She opened the chest at the foot of her bed, and fished out a black leather three-strap harness, securing around her waist and just under her buttocks. Then she dug through the chest, searching for the best toy to impress the bewitching devil on her couch. When she finally found the right one, she attached it to her harness, generously slathered it in lubricant, and left the bedroom once again.
Trish was standing up beside the couch when Lady returned. Trish's eyes grew wide. "Oh my... Lady, when I told you I liked horses, this isn't really what I meant." Trish chuckled. "It's so detailed, too..."
Lady blushed. "Well, I've seen you shrug off bullets. I figured if I wanted to impress you, I needed to go big or go home."
Trish grinned. "It looks like a wonderful toy, but I won't be impressed until I find out how you use it."
With another flash of white light, Trish's pants and boots disappeared. She sat upon the back of the couch, and spread her legs wide, bracing herself with her hands. "Okay, I'm ready."
Lady walked up to Trish, standing in-bewtween her legs. She lifted her artificial cock, and lined it up to Trish's entrance. Then, slowly, she began pushing it inside.
A moan escaped Trish's lips.
Lady grinned. "Impressed, yet?"
"You're off to a good start...Keep going."
Lady kept slowly pushing inside, only stopping when she was sure Trish couldn't take any more.
Trish frowned. "I didn't tell you to stop."
"Can I actually go deeper? I'm not trying to puncture your organs today."
"I don't have organs." Trish wrapped her legs around Lady's waist. "Now go deeper."
"If you say so..." Lady kept pushing into Trish, her disbelief growing as the toy disappeared.At long last, Lady had bottomed out. "Holy shit, Trish! It has to be all the way up into your chest!"
Trish grinned. "It seems I impressed you first."
"Then I'll just have to outdo you-" Lady carefully pulled the toy halfway out of Trish, before sliding back in.
Trish moaned again, and wrapped her arms around Lady's shoulders. "There you go, honey... Fuck me... Fuck me hard..."
Lady kept moving her hips back and forth, and her thrusts became faster. "Like this?"
"Even harder..." Trish squeezed Lady's waist with her legs. "I'm not delicate, you won't break me. Though I encourage you to try."
"With pleasure!" Lady started thrusting even faster, and with even more force.
Trish cried out. "That's it!" She not-so-gently ran her nails down Lady's back, making some brand new scars. "Don't hold back!"
Lady reached down, and began circling Trish's clit with her thumb. "How about now? Am I impressing you?"
"Yes! Yes, you're fucking me so good, Lady, don't stop!" Tears were welling up in Trish's eyes. "You're better than any man, any devil... Oh, kiss me, Lady, kiss me now!"
Lady didn't hesitate. She locked lips with Trish, and pushed her tongue inside. Trish's own tongue felt impossibly long as it explored every inch of Lady's mouth, going just deep enough without making her gag. Trish tasted salty from sweat - Lady's sweat - among other things.
The two women pulled away from each other, with a string of saliva connecting them.
Lady was panting. "Wow... I really am delicious..."
"Beautiful, too..." Trish replied. "And your body feels amazing..."
"Keep talking." Lady hadn't slowed down her thrusting, and she had gone from circling Trish's clit to furiously rubbing it.
"You're so soft, but there's clearly firm m- muscle not far underneath... You look as fragile as any human, but you're so strong, so resilient..." Trish moaned again. "You're the most powerful, most intelligent, most beautiful human this world has to offer... No one compares..." Trish whined. "Lady, I think I'm about to..."
Lady started thrusting even more forcefully. "Say my name."
"Lady..." Trish said, breathlessly.
"Louder." Lady growled.
"Lady..." Trish said more loudly. "Lady. Lady! Lady! LADY!"
Trish cried out, before squeezing Lady's shoulders and waist as tightly as she safely could. As Lady kept rubbing her clit, her hand was sprayed with hot fluid, and left soaking wet. Trish's orgasm lasted for just a second more, before she fell nearly limp onto Lady, and began panting.
Lady grinned. "Well, well, look at you..."
Trish sat upright, and looked Lady in the eye with a smile. "You were wonderful, honey."
"I really was... Thank you, Trish." Lady hugged her tightly. "Thank you for making me feel wonderful."
Trish returned the hug. "There's more where that came from, honey. I haven't even gotten to make you cum, yet."
"No, you haven't... You're welcome to try and fix that."
"First, would you mind getting this-" she tugged on the leather strap around Lady's waist. "-out of our way?"
"Oh, right..." Lady slowly, carefully pulled the toy out of Trish. It was even more slick than it was when Lady had put it inside, and then she removed the strap from her body, she couldn't help but give it a lick from base to tip.
Trish chuckled. "How do I taste?"
"Bitter... Maybe a little sour... Though, that could partly be the lube..." Lady grinned. "I like it."
Trish grinned. "Alright, let me get to work..." She stood, and led Lady back to the front of the couch. Trish laid on her side, and pat the space in front of her. "Join me."
"Okay!" Lady laid on the couch, just in front of Trish, with Trish's hips flush with her own.
"Perfect." Trish reached around Lady's body, and began gently rubbing her clit.
Lady moaned. "Yeah, thats what I need..."
Trish whispered in Lady's ear. "It's what you deserve, too..." She kissed Lady on the neck, before sliding her fingers past Lady's entrance, still rubbing her plam over her clit.
Lady moaned again, and continued licking the dildo clean, while clenching her thighs around Trish's wrist.
"There you go, Lady..." Trish's pace remained slow and deliberate. "Just relax, and enjoy..."
When the dildo was completely cleaned, Lady let it fall to the floor. "F- fuck, Trish..."
"Are you getting close?"
"Yeah..."
"Good. Go on, baby, cum for me."
Lady's thighs clenched tighter around Trish, and her breaths became more uneven, until finally she released, dousing Trish's hand in her own fluids.
Trish smiled warmly. "That's good, honey... Let it all out..."
When the orgasm passed, Lady laid her head down, and her eyes fluttered shut. "Goddamn... I don't think I've ever cum like that before."
"That makes two of us. I take it you're going to want to sleep, now?"
"...Would you mind?"
"Not at all. I've always wanted to watch you sleep."
"Very funny... Remind me to take a shower when I wake up."
"Sure thing, honey." Trish gave her one more kiss on the cheek. "Sleep tight."
Lady felt pleasantly exhausted, even more pleasant than what she felt after a particularly challenging contract. Her body felt unbelievably warm and heavy, and with Trish at her back, she felt incredibly safe.
As she rapidly drifted to sleep, she couldn't help but think to herself that she could very easily get used to this.
A sinister plot unfolds to lure the son of Sparda to his doom... But you know that story. This time around, however, a key player visits an old ally of Dante's just before events go into motion.
Content Warnings:
Firearms (Magically Resisted)
Explosives
Dismemberment (Magically Healed)
Canon Divergence
Author's Note:
This is actually a really good idea, thank you anon. I may actually write a follow-up to this, no promises though.
Lady flopped onto her couch, clutching Kalina Ann in her arms. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her riding suit, but all discomfort and soreness was outweighed by sheer exhaustion.
Her respite was cut short by a loud crash from the far wall. At once, Lady jumped behind the couch and took cover, peeking over to see her own motorcycle lying in the middle of her apartment, leaving a trail of glass and other rubble in its wake.
"What the hell?!" Lady roared.
As if to answer her question, the culprit made herself known. Landing behind the motorcycle was a tall, blonde woman, dressed in black leather boots, with skin-tight pants and a corset to match. Her hair was done up in a pony tail, and her eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses.
The woman looked fit, but there was no human explanation for throwing a motor vehicle into a second story window, then leaping in after it. Lady slung Kalina Ann onto her back, and placed a hand on her pistol - the human-sized demons tended to be too fast for Kalina Ann.
The mysterious woman turned, and met Lady's eyes. "Hm... One red eye, one green... Scar across the bridge of her nose... You're the one, alright."
"Tell me why you're here. Now." Lady drew her pistol. "Or else."
The intruder smiled. "Well well... You are a ferocious one, aren't y-"
Lady fired her pistol, hitting her right between the eyes. Even as the bullet crumpled and bounced off, leaving only a bruise, Lady's target grunted. "...That was rude." She hissed through gritted teeth.
Lady scoffed. "I don't know what's considered polite in the Underworld, but up here? Throwing motorcycles into people's windows doesn't exactly say 'I come in peace'."
The stranger chuckled. "I'll remember that next time."
"I won't ask you again." Lady cocked her pistol.
The woman smiled "I just need to know where I can find your friend, Dante."
Dante? Lady thought to herself. This woman knows him... Could she be another family member? Her hair isn't white, but she has his tan, and maybe his nose too...
"Who's asking?" Lady barked.
The demon glared. "No one's 'asking'. You're going to tell me. What's up to you is how much I'm going to hurt you first."
"Wrong answer." Lady fired her pistol again.
This time, the stranger dodged, and in an instant, she tossed the couch aside. "Right back at you." She then seized Lady by the throat, and lifted her off of her feet. "Surely you know by now that your only choice is to cooperate?"
"Think again." Lady retorted. "Look down."
The demon looked down to find that her right foot was planted on top of some sort of metal disk. "What's this?" She inquired.
"That's a landmine. Calibrated to fuck up demons like you." Lady answered.
The demon grinned smugly. "You've never faced a demon like me. I like my chances."
"But do you like mine? If you step off now, we'll both be caught in the blast. And I can't tell you anything if I'm dead." It was Lady's turn to look smug.
The woman's eyebrows raised, and her head cocked to the side. "Well played." At once, she tossed Lady over her shoulder.
She landed right beside her motorcycle, her leathers thankfully shielding her from the broken glass. Lady quickly got to her feet, and pushed the motorcycle upright.
"Oh, no you d-" The demon was cut off by a loud gang, and covered by a puff of smoke.
If this were a regular job, Lady would have stopped to make sure the demon was finished. Instead she climbed onto her motorcycle, and rode out of what used to be her window, landing in the street below and tearing away.
Who the hell was that?! Lady thought to herself. I better get myself to Dante's office. To warn him, and to get some answers.
* * *
"Agh, fuck me..." Trish came to, and looked down at herself to assess the damage. Her right leg was reduced to crystalized ichor. Nothing that wouldn't regenerate, and not nearly as painful as anything Mundus would bestow if he had witnessed this failure, but it was still a surprise.
As the stump began to extend into a complete leg again, she laid back down, and laughed to herself. Looks like I underestimated you, hunter. I hope this isn't the last we see of each other.
