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As The Trumpets Sound	By : Laryna6 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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WARNING! This chapter
contains rape. Not very graphic rape, because I�m not good at graphic, but
still rape. Horror category on ff . net for a reason.

�this is my first
time, and probably only time trying anything at all like this. If you�ve got
actual constructive criticism, something I can put in/alter to make it better,
please give it, but if you�re just going to say it sucks, believe me, I
know. I blame the plot bunnies.

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There were other rituals, and each time she feared the
worst. She prayed, soundlessly for she could not speak aloud. She felt frozen,
somehow. Terror, pain (the wounds still ached), desperations� they boiled
inside her, trapped. Or saved up?

She found herself pulling the covers up over her head when
she slept, futile barrier that they were.

But when the time came, she knew. There was always that mix
of guilt and anticipation on his face (the devil had been the most beautiful,
after all), but tonight�

For the first time she was taken outside. �There�s a lunar
eclipse,� he told her, gripping her arm tightly.

Darkness. Then he let her go. She stood frozen. �You can
run, if it makes you feel better.�

She didn�t hesitate. She wanted at least to try to fight.

No idea where she was. She didn�t recognize the plants.
Behind her she heard a roar. Trying to scare her, she knew, which didn�t help
much. She ran faster, wishing she was better in gym. She crashed though the
trees, stumbling in the darkness. Now she probably wasn�t in Hell, would she be
heard? She prayed inwardly, no breath to spare.

Another howl� above her? It echoed through the night, making
her shiver. She came to the edge of the forest and kept running.

Too late, she realized that she should have turned and
stayed under the trees. If he was in the air they formed a barrier between her
and him. Now she was in the clear he pounced.

She fell to the ground, tried to roll free but a familiar
clawed hand hit the ground in front of her and she rolled into it. She screamed
and twisted, catching a glimpse of him. His body matched the claw she had seen
before, not red but mottled brown, not batlike but insectoid.

Her leg was cut by one of the sharp spikes on his knees, and
she screamed, finding she could. �Let me go, let me go!� She pounded on him,
but his body was armored and he barely seemed to notice, hissing a little like
a cockroach, wings clattering against each other before flaring up. �Help!�

His head fell, horns and face rubbing against her, hard but
smooth. Afterwards, he pulled back to look at her, it pulled back, and bared
its teeth. She couldn�t see this thing as a man. No wonder it looked human most
of the time. No one would be seduced by this. His true form was terrifying.
Which was rather the point, from what he had said, if she stayed calm it would
ruin the spell and starve the children. If she had been willing what would they
have fed on?

But she wasn�t and would never be willing. She would never
let herself be seduced by him, she promised herself it. He might own her body,
but he would never own her soul.

If she had magic� magic was evil but anything to prevent
what was coming. His knee-spikes were used to pry apart her legs and then push
them aside, giving her cuts that burned in the process as he back was pressed
against the grass. She growled at him and tried to push him away, even though
it hurt.

Had to fight.

Please oh please oh
please God� and white light burst from her hands.

It seemed to startle him, he almost flew off her, and she
tried to push herself to her feet and limp away. Nowhere to run to but she kept
running even though the cuts burned. Poison?

Heat, that crept up her legs.

Claws hit her back, tumbling her forward onto the ground,
and that same heat spread from the cuts. It wasn�t making her sleepy, in fact
everything felt more� more.

Well, that made sense, if he wanted terror he wouldn�t want
to tranquilize her.

She tried to do whatever she had done before again as he
landed on top of her, but this time it didn�t seem to have any effect. She felt
it almost drain away, like he was absorbing this too, and she almost cried.
She�d had a moment of hope, almost, and now it was taken away.

He batted at her a couple times, making her roll on the
ground, banging her arm into a rock, and then he scooped her up and tossed her:
she landed on her hands and knees and ran again. Was he playing with her like a
cat with a mouse?

Maybe the best thing to do was refuse to fight and give him
the satisfaction? No, she would never give in! If he was eating her magic then
she would just� she wasn�t very strong.

She knew he was enjoying this as he pounced on her again,
sending her tumbling to the ground. This time he held her still long enough to
touch one of the patterns graven into her flesh and she gasped, feeling herself
start to become filled by lust. It underscored just how helpless she was. No,
she would not enjoy it! But he hissed, satisfied, smelling her and pushed her
up again. �No no no no no please God no�� she ran,
faster, cuts and bruises and weary limbs starting to burn with more than pain,
in fact the pain added to it.

She was prey, she was going to be� Oh, help.

He knocked her to the ground again, crawling on top of her
and this time she hissed back, kicked and punched but she was only hurting
herself, bruising her hands, knees and feet against his armor. She tried
kneeing him in the groin but strangely she didn�t feel anything there. Was it
hidden behind the armor for safety? That meant she didn�t have any chance of
tearing it out. But that would have required� touching it.

There were clouds, she couldn�t tell if he had been lying
about the lunar eclipse. The devil lied, right? So maybe� not tonight? Maybe
she had a little more time?

The small rational corner of her mind fought desperately for
this hope as her body fight desperately against him.

He growled, she growled back and tried to stick a finger in
one of his eyeslits, but he merely closed it.

He�d been sort of kneeling, head lowered closer to her, but he
dropped down so his body lay on hers. He was so much bigger than she was. She
tried to push up with her knees, grabbed his curved horns, like a ram�s, in her
hands and pulled up, but he was too heavy and didn�t budge.

His wings curved, slicing into the ground under her, burying
themselves. She felt utterly surrounded and trapped.

She pushed up with her hips as part of her fight to get him
off and felt a spike of arousal. She was helpless, and� she was not feeling
this! She was not!

Hail Mary, maybe a
woman would�

Had to get away.

His head rubbed against hers and she bit, teeth sliding off
hard carapace. His rumbled at that, the vibration� he was pressed against her�
the ground under her was shaking as his wings moved, she was shaking, rage and
fear and what she was not feeling.

She�d felt� moments of this before, when handsome men walked
by. She�d always averted her eyes. A few other times� she�d always avoided it,
knowing it was unclean, resisting the urge to touch herself no matter how good
it might feel. That was sin, lust, deadly. She wanted to stay pure, so she
would be worthy of the life she wanted to leave.

She would soon be utterly impure. NO! Had to fight, had to
resist, had to get away, had to� she shrank back, shoulder blades trying to dig
her into the ground.

He growled, this time in displeasure instead of predatory.
At least she was doing something right� he liked it when she fought. Fighting
made her more� made his spell stronger. It was just the spell, that was all.
She didn�t like being imprisoned, helpless, pain burning at her.

He held her down with his legs and, bracing himself up with
one arm, wings sliding out of the ground, tore at the front of her dress. It
had been a beautiful dress, fit for a princess, the kind of dress her vain
little heart had always wanted but her family had never been able to afford,
and she mourned it a little, even though she had more important things to think
about. Like her virginity, which she
was about to lose to a devil. The devil.

He bit her ear, and his teeth must be poison, like the old
serpent he was. She yelled and he� was he purring? Cats were associated with
evil too�

Focus!

His teeth grazed the side of her neck, nose pushing her hair
away and she gasped. His wings hummed in the air, and she somehow had the
feeling this was him being gentle and seductive, careful. He could easily have
ripped her apart by now, but the claw shredding her clothing had only left
shallow cuts that were probably her own fault for shaking so hard trying to
evade.

The sleeves were still whole but her front was bare now, and
the hand that had attended to that now covered her throat, not obstructing her
breathing but holding her down, while the other slid down, not cutting.

The back of it pressed between her legs, and she found
herself jerking upwards, breath momentarily stopped as she tried to get up and
away� but that wasn�t all her intentions, the spell on her made her want to
press against that inhuman hand.

Smooth carapace, hard, against what was now hot and wet, and
she cried out as his hand pushed, released, pushed again while moving a little,
making her shiver and feel weak, except for her traitorous hips.

His knee spikes separated her legs again, and she knew what
was coming now. Tried to pray, but stopped. She� didn�t want God to see her
like this, even though He knew everything.

She was doomed, and damned, but she wouldn�t give in and
enjoy it. Was it supposed to feel this good? She had heard that first times
hurt, or was that� later, when he actually�

And then the hand was removed, a momentary relief, and she
panted, hips jerking, wanting it back, and he pressed down on her.

Her hip pressed against him in a rhythm, craving contact.
Sounds poured from her now, and he seemed to inhale them. She could feel he was
pleased, hungry, and she cursed her weakness, cursed him.

Devil�s Whore, crying out for it, to be taken, to be a
sinner. A sob burst from her, and she didn�t know if she was mourning or
pleading. She�d never been so ashamed in her life. Why didn�t he just get it
over with?

As soon as she thought that she cursed herself. She should
want to hold it off as long as possible! Her hands, free, clawed at him, little
useless blunt nails, and she could feel him purring, eyes glowing red and
staring into hers.

He rubbed against her, and then where before there had only
been more carapace she felt� a thing. Her terror strengthened, and she found
herself pleading shamefully, as though the devil would have mercy.

He held her pinned, and she almost strangled herself trying
to get free. His wings dug under her, coming up through the ground to press her
up against him. �No!�

He pushed against her, almost experimentally, and her hips
jerked up (so ashamed) against her will, pushing him into her. Then he pushed
in all the way. A sudden sharp pain, and that was it. She�d lost her virginity.
Had it, her purity taken. She wanted to curl up and die, but he wouldn�t let
her. His body pulled out, and there was a momentary relief, but then he pushed back
in, her hips rising to meet him, and it felt�

Her wounds burned, his wings pressed into her back, the claw
at her throat went around the back of her head, tangled in her hair to bring
her even closer to him, and she felt herself moving towards� something.

When it happened she felt� She forgot everything for a
moment, crying out, and then when she came down she felt it building again. He
was inside her, and so hot and hard, and she shouldn�t be liking it like this.
�No!� She cried, �Stop!� but he didn�t stop, and she felt it building again.
And again.

Please let it be over
soon, was all she could ask. Though the damage was done.

Finally, she felt liquid fire inside her as she felt that
pleasure one more time, then he pulled out and she, exhausted, closed her eyes
and tried to cry, but felt everything draining away.
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