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Love Thy Neighbor	By : ElvenAngel Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I can't believe the radiator decided to commit machine-suicide now of all times," Tess mumbled as she curled under her blanket in her room.
Following Roy�s order, she hadn�t turned the heating on. And she was already freezing and could almost feel her teeth rattling. She knew right away that sleeping all night in her room would become hell on earth as soon as Roy had announced the bad news to her. She was tempted, this once, to go downstairs and sleep in her grandmother's rooms, but she really didn't want to have to endure her lecturing the next morning when she found out. Magda would go on a rant about how wrong it was for Tess to live in her own apartment and forget to stop.
So she curled under her cover and tried to warm up. But for a witch with fire affinity, that was nearly impossible. And beside her other quirks, she simply couldn't sleep wearing anything else other than a baggy T-shirt over her panties and there was no question of wearing pajamas.
"Uuugh, I hate winter," she thought, about to get tearful from the sheer cold.
But then she sat up suddenly, with an odd idea. "Well there's an idea...I mean, his room still has heating. And besides�" she trailed off, her lips curling into a cute, mischievous smile.
She swung her mostly bare legs over the side of her bed, got up and quietly got out of her room. The hallway was silent and dark. She tiptoed, barefoot, along the frozen hardwood floor. She could see through the balcony doors at the end of the hallway that it was still snowing quite heavily.
"Brrrr...Roy better fix this mess soon," she muttered silently, going up to Dante's door.
She couldn't really bother to knock. She turned the knob--and felt it turn all the way. She smirked. �Doesn't seem to fear anything, does he?� she thought. �Can�t even bother to lock his door.�
The door creaked open rather quietly, but its audible moan was still present. She stepped inside. The two-room apartment was rather dark but she could still see the small mess it was, with clothes thrown all over the small couch in the middle and the empty pizza boxes littering the coffee table. She looked towards the back, where the bed was. Dante laid asleep, his blanket off of his upper body and only covering him waist down. His sword was resting next to his bed against the wall and his guns were on the table as well. He was silent in his sleep, his mouth half opened and wore no clothes that Tess could see.
�Oh, he better be wearing boxers or something,� she thought.
Tess crept up to his bed, squinting in the faint light to carefully avoid stepping on anything that might make noise. She cast a glance over at the sword propped up against the wall. It shimmered as the faint light from the window reflected off it. It made her a bit nervous. She glared at it, mock offended. She sort of felt it staring at her.
"What are you looking at, meat-cleaver from hell?" she thought, smirking.
"You may not care, but I'm cold! Now stop staring at my legs."
She walked right up to the bed and bent over a bit, tucking her hair behind her ear, to look down at the sleeping form of the half-demon. She smiled, looking at his face. He looked so...cute, sleeping like a baby. His aura was calm, hovering around him very lazily. She leaned in closer, almost as if she wanted to kiss him, but she blushed suddenly and pulled back.
"I can't do that, it's not fair, he's sleeping," she thought, having half a mind to go back to her room. But now she was here and it was warmer than her frozen bed was. She stared at his bare torso too and blushed harder. That looked terribly...welcoming.
"Oh hell, I'm already damned, so who cares," she thought, tugging one side of the blanket to let herself in the bed.
"Uwah!" she suddenly exclaimed, bringing her hands, icy fingers curled into fists, over her mouth and stared down in shock.
He was totally naked.
"How the hell can he sleep, totally naked?! Isn't he freezing!?" she thought.
She didn't realize she was staring; very pointedly. Dante wasn't dreaming much, but felt disturbed in his sleep...like another presence was trying to make it self clear, but then suddenly trying to stay hidden. Like it wanted him to chase it into consciousness. He refused and let it go for now. Tess would see him stir a little and his bed was surprisingly warm. He stirred some more as she tugged the cover off a little, but beyond that completely lost touch with reality.
Tess froze up as he saw him move. She bit her lip slightly, watching his figure stir. This was the second time she saw him like this, again by accident. She felt her cheeks burning. Cold wasn't much of an issue after all.
But she still climbed into the bed as quietly and softly as she could, trying not to think about his lack of clothes--and failing. She pulled the blanket over her, grateful to find it somewhat warm, but didn't dare to touch him directly yet. Which of course was very hard, since the bed was narrow. All he needed was to spread out a bit more before eventually bumping into her and possibly knocking her off the bed. She curled with her knees folded, and her arm under her head as a support. She smiled again, musing his blissful expression of sleep.
Dante suddenly rolled to the side, his back to her and his eyes opened halfway. He sat upright, removing his blanket and singing his legs over the side of the bed. Still not facing Tess, he stood and walked across the room to pick up his coat. He wore it loosely, but tightened it around his mid-section, and walked out of the room, completely unaware of her in his bed.
�What the�� she thought, chocking a snort. �I can�t believe it, he actually completely and utterly missed me.�
After he left the room, Tess heard the bathroom door shut and moments later, the toilet flush. She rolled her eyes. Dante dragged himself back into his room. The light from the bathroom had screwed up his eyes, so when he entered the room once more, he could hardly even see his bed and was squinting and stumbling his way to it. He disrobed shamelessly and tossed the coat on the sofa on his way back to his bed, ever unaware of Tess' presence.
She stared nervously as he trudged about naked and as he came towards her side of the bed, she panicked. She squirmed over to the side he had been sleeping in earlier just as he sat back on the bed, groggy and still half-asleep. He noticed a familiar face staring nervously at him, as if she weren't supposed to be there. Groggy as he was, he thought nothing of it, muttering "G'night, Tess," and lying down with his back to her.
After a few moments realization struck, his eyes shot open and he nearly tossed himself over to see Tess proper. She noticed his aura flared up now. She didn�t see his face turning a little red, though.
�I can�t believe it. Dude, this is the dream of every teenage guy,� he thought. She was in his bed, in the dead of night, wearing minimal clothing, while he was buck-naked.
She chuckled nervously as he stared, fully aware of her now.
"Um...hi," she said in a small voice and an awkward smile. She bit her lips together a little, trying to keep her eyes on his face rather than allow them to wander down. She was redder in the face than he was.
In his amazement, all he could muster was, "Uh...Hi? What're you doing in here?"
He abruptly pulled the blanket over himself and tucked it under his sides. There was plenty left for Tess to cover up, but at least he wasn't exposed.
"Last time I checked, your bedroom was that way," he said and pointed to his door.
He didn't want to chase her away, but he rather liked keeping his manhood intact and unhurt and he sort of dreaded what might�ve happened if Roy and Magda got back earlier and caught them.
Tess giggled a little nervously. "Um, well, you know the radiator's busted and-and it�s really cold,� she confessed. �And um...you still got heating and I just kinda wandered in," she mumbled, pulling herself up in an awkward kneeling position.
As the blanket slipped down, he could easily see she wasn't wearing much and that either from the cold or...something else, her nipples were rigid and showing under the loose shirt.
"D-do you want me to leave?" she ventured, hoping really badly that he wouldn't ask her to leave.
Dante, though he really would rather have kept his cool more as he always did, gave in to his 16-year-old mindset and became rather...excited. There was, after all, a half-naked girl was in bed with him while he was completely naked. And to top it all off, just a couple of hours earlier they had been making out. He didn't catch sight of her rigid nipples right away. The room was poorly lit. But as his eyes became more and more used to the darkness, he started picking up greater details, like her figure under the loose shirt.
He sighed, calming down some. "I won't make you leave, but I don't sleep with clothes on. You can handle that, then you're welcome to stay," he said as nonchalant as he could.
She wanted to giggle at that remark. �Do I mind if he�s naked?� she asked herself. �Not really,� she admitted to herself after a moment�s hesitation.

"Oh, I'm fine with that," she stated, nodding, in a relaxed manner, even though her face was red. "But dammit man, aren't you cold, sleeping in the nude like that?"
Dante smiled, somewhat nervously. "No," he said, but thought �Not anymore, Twig.�
He lay down slowly, un-tucking the blanket and rolling facedown with his head turned to the side resting on his arms and his shaft kept safe under his stomach. Oh, the things he wanted to do...but the thought of Roy or Magda finding out scared him enough to make the excitement start dissipating.
He muttered softly, "What about you? Are you cold or are you just happy to see me?" he said slyly, staring at her nipples.
Tess looked down at her chest, a bit quizzically. She let a small sound of surprise and covered her clothed nipples with her hands, blushing hard, and then ducking down to lie on her side, hugging her torso nervously.
"Um...um, well I'm cold...but--" She stopped and bit her lip again with a fully little smile, admitting guilt of the second. "You are naked after all,� she said, shivering. "But I am cold too. I can hardly feel my toes now," she added with a slightly miserable tone.
Dante smiled devilishly, his arms folded under his head, "Sure. Keep telling yourself that. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tess."
He chuckled and finally turned so his body faced hers. He just didn't feel right on his stomach and wanting to tease her, he imagined she'd go crazy if he turned to her. Good crazy or bad crazy, he'd still enjoy it.
"Why did you really come in here?" he said.
He was fully awake now with no chance of falling back to sleep right away. Second wind syndrome kicked in full blast, especially now that one of them was naked and the other was halfway there.
Tess felt her face burn up as he turned over. She growled at him in her head, thinking she should not let him throw her over just because he wasn't wearing any pants. "I just have to keep looking at his face, not go past the chest--eep, eep, not past the chest!" she thought, fixing her gaze on his face and gulping.
"Well, certainly not just because I wanted to see you skyclad--and I honestly don't quite care. I'm not a schoolgirl," she said with a certain amount of cheek, although her blushing face showed there was a bit of a...conflict going on under the red hair.
And then she had a sudden inspiration: a pre-emptive strike. "It really is quite freezing though. And since you don't seem to be cold--" she said, boldly shuffling over, pushed him over so he lay on his back and she curled up right beside him, pulling the covers over them. "Yup, this is much better," she chuckled, snuggling in. Her frozen toes were reaching somewhere around his ankles now, and she kept one arm under her head and the other over her chest.
He jumped a bit when she pushed him over, afraid he'd fall out of the bed but there was no such worry, there was enough room. He felt just how cold she was. It kind of turned him on some more and he wrapped the closest arm to her around her, pulling her in closer.
"Not some schoolgirl? Then answer me this. Whenever you talk to me when I have clothes on does your gaze seem to wander from place to place and just then your eyes were fixed dead cold on my face? Like you were disciplining yourself not to look at something," he said slyly.
She smirked. "Of course I was. If I stared anywhere else you'd have made fun of me and call me easy," she said coolly.
She quite enjoyed his arm around her shoulders though and allowed him to pull her closer in. "Does it bother you where I look at, anyway?" she asked, mock innocently.
At the same time though, she shuffled her legs a bit, bringing her thighs just a little closer against his. Just enough to be like a carrot dangled in front of him.
Dante's mind was cluttered with intense feelings ranging from victory to lust to�was it affection? �Maybe,� he thought.
Things were heating up, fast. Her cold leg ran up his slightly and his heart raced viciously. "If I cared, I'd put pants on. And what about you? Ya know, sometimes I can't tell whether you�re sunburnt or just blushing."
He pivoted his body a little so he was facing her a little more. Tess would feel a certain something brush her thigh and the slayer smiled devilishly once more. If she wanted to tease, she�d have to suffer some herself.
She giggled mischievously and pulled the cover up, raising her torso a little on her elbow to look downwards along their bodies. She laughed. "You hormone-crazy bastard," she joked. "You're getting hard--ahahaha, what's the matter, excited there's a girl in your bed at last or am I that appealing?" she teased.
Dante scoffed, gave her a look of, 'Please! Spare me!' and retaliated, "Appealing? You're a twig. And I'm not getting hard," he said and added to himself, �I'm there already,� but decided against saying that aloud. He shifted again so he was on his side, facing Tess. "Besides, even if I was half way hard, you're already there! I know it's dark in here, but you don't need your high-beams on unless you want them on," he said, gesturing at her nipples.
She stared for a moment, and then started laughing again. "My-- hahaha, sorry, my what?" she chuckled. "What are you talking about? You are getting hard, I bet it�s not difficult to tell--" she said, squirming one hand along her side under the cover and felt her way along his abs, down to his shaft. Her cold fingers traced it briefly. "Liar, you're getting turned on," she said, dropping into a sing-song tease "You think I'm gorgeous, you think I'm sexy."
He jumped when he felt her cold hand against his abs but dared not to stop her. His half-hard shaft flexed a bit at her touch. He suppressed a pleased sigh as he continued, "Yeah, you're one to talk. Didn't take you very long to get curious, did it? I was in here sleeping; you're the one snooping around in the dead of night, sneaking into my bed. And just earlier you made out with me. If anything, I'd say you�re the one that's got it for me!"
She chuckled. "Me? No, not really. Curiosity and interest don't amount to the same thing. You're turned on, so what? But if you're being like this...I'm getting sleepy. Goodnight," she said, pecking the end of his nose softly, then turning over so that her back faced him and she curled her legs up closer to her chest.
She tried hard to keep from smirking. She was curious to see how he'd react to that little teasing. "Haha, have fun, I don't plan to relent at all till you really start trying, Whitey," she thought to herself, smirking a little at her nickname for him.
Dante was impressed and greatly shocked. �Dammit, she teases me and coaxes me--all that, and now I get the butt. Great!"

He slumped back into the bed, trying to figure out how she duped him like that and trying to find something to say to counter that statement. She smirked as he moved around in an almost annoyed manner-- she'd poked his male pride just right, it seemed. After a few moments of thinking though, he had none. He rolled over to face her again and moved his hand over her side, not quite touching her yet. He closed his eyes, then opened them again and slowly snaked his arm around her waist, gently tugging her closer and whispered, "You're a tease.�
Her smirk grew wider. "Haha, there we go, now we're talki--"
But he interrupted her thought. �Now have a taste of your own medicine."
Her thoughts stopped dead, because of a warm, hard thing pressing on her thigh. That made her blush and sent a chill of excitement down her spine. Then she felt his tongue against her earlobe. He gently nibbled at her ear, breathing softly past it, just to see if she'd react how he wanted. She gasped and shrugged momentarily, letting a quiet sigh.
The young man smiled. His free arm dragged his fingers down her back and caressed her buttocks, massaging it fiercely but not hard enough to hurt. His shaft slipped to the inside of her thigh, right where her leg met her bum. His arm that held her close crept up to her left breast and he did the same to it as he had done earlier.
Pleased with her reactions, he muttered again, "Not so tough now, are you?"
Tess gasped and shivered. He'd caught her now. She gasped again and tensed as his hand fondled her bum and then his shaft rubbed against her thigh. She let a small yelp of surprise as his hand cupped her breast and massaged it so savagely sweet. She felt her legs twitch involuntarily and her core burned.
"Aah... th-that's not fair...you're hitting weak spots--aaah!" she mumbled.
Dante smirked and went to town on her ear again, as his right hand, which was cupping her breast, started heading south. He slipped the tips of his fingers under the shirt and into her panties slowly, her soft, silky skin a sweet pleasure for his hands. His fingers found the seam in her skin with ease and he started teasing, rubbing between the lips with a gentle touch of pressure. She jumped in surprise and let a small moan. His tongue ventured from her ear momentarily to lick her jawline, then returned to the already moistened lobe. His heartbeat raced and he felt it in his shaft. He felt a sort of cloth against the tip and smirked wider but didn�t rush in. He teased her clitoris for a moment and then buried his longest finger into her core, curling it inside to feel her warm dampness.
She had to slap her hand over her mouth to suppress a loud and wet moan as his teasing got harsher and he pushed his finger inside her. Her legs tightened abruptly and she arched her back, shocked at how sensitive she was. She thought she could've handled this but instead�
She tried to force herself to relax and pushed her back against his chest softly, panting and gasping. Her crevice was twitching and squeezing his finger a little and she moaned from behind lips bitten together. She felt his shaft too and without realizing it her pelvis squirmed to rub her backside against his hardness. Her free hand shuffled over his arm holding her in place. By now cold was not an issue, in the slightest.
Her reactions made his loins tense as well and before he knew it, he realized he was only teasing himself. His hips moved with hers, the cloth against his skin making the muscles in his shaft flex. He breathed heavy now and pulled himself from her, taking his hand from her core, covered with fluids and making her legs quiver. She moaned as he pulled himself to his knees. He rolled her over suddenly so she was on her back and he positioned himself by her feet and crawled over her. He used his arms to keep from lying atop her, his phallus now resting idly against her lower lips, moving back and forth slightly.
She lay sprawled under him, her hair spread all around her head like a red halo, her face flushed and her breath already winded. He pressed his lips to hers and found that after only a second, his tongue danced with hers as it reached out to meet his, comforting and caressing it. She bucked slightly at his teasing, and her half-open mouth welcomed his kissing, her tongue reaching out almost to meet his. He shifted his weight to one arm and his other crept up her stomach and under her shirt, massaging her right breast this time and occasionally flicking the nipple gently.
�Aah, I missed feeling these,� he thought cheekily.
She held up shaky arms to slide them over his shoulders and up around his neck. She finally let a small cry at the first flick of her nipple then gasped in surprise at the very sound she made.
"Holy--did I make that moan?!" she thought to herself fleetingly. She tensed and pressed her body against his.
In the heat of their fiery kiss, Dante slid his free arm that was groping her breast behind her lower back and pulled her up to a sitting position. Their lips still locked, the slayer hastily pulled Tess' shirt off over her head, breaking their kiss only for a moment for the top to pass between them. When he'd gotten it off, he gently let her pull him back down over her. The hand supporting her back snuck around the front and tunneled itself under the front of her panties again.
His fingers found the seam in her skin once more, this time with great ease. He wasted no time, burying his middle finger into her core once more, the soft, warm, moist cavern making him yearn to explore it with another body part. Her eyes shot open and she arched her back up and almost jumped back into sitting position when he buried his finger in her again. He curled his finger once more, making her walls as familiar as possible. They seemed to try and squeeze him out, but the persistent young man forced himself back in every time he was forced to relinquish his possession. She squirmed and trembled as his finger explored her core mercilessly, throwing her head back and moaning somewhat loudly.
She brought her hand to her mouth and softly bit the back of her index finger to stop herself from becoming too loud. Her legs twitched almost hectically and with every forceful entry of his finger, warm fluids would seep out of the seam, covering his finger and trickling to his palm. His phallus still idly waited against her crevice on the outside of her underwear, throbbing almost violently.
"A-aaah..." she gasped. "D-Dante...i-it's...aaaah!"
Dante pulled away for her to speak, then paused for a moment all together, looking down at her. He was worried something was wrong �What?" His heart raced still as he begged what ever powers may be that she wasn�t changing her mind.
She gasped and relaxed for a moment, panting and her eyes shut, her legs quivering still. She gulped and opened her eyes a little to look at him with a sort of pout, then smiled awkwardly.
"H-hey...don't...don't stop yet..." she muttered, holding up her hands and cupping his face in her hands, pulling him back down for another heated kiss, her lips burning and her tongue slipping through to tickle his lips. Her leg moved slowly and rubbed against his leg softly. Her vagina clenched a little around his finger, as if begging him to continue.
Dante smiled, relieved and wasted no time getting back in the groove of things. After a brief moment of another burning kiss, he pried his lips from hers and his mouth made it's way to her neck. He nibbled and licked the right side of her lower neck. Then after a moment, pulled back and gently blew on it to force a cold spot. His hand finally gave in to her walls' last banishment, his body hovering over hers as he came back to his knees, still leaning over her and kissing her collarbone, breast, stomach and the tattoo on her thigh, before pulling off her panties to her ankles, hesitating a moment, then taking them off completely. He moaned and arched her back to help him take them off. A small string of her fluids stretching between her core and the cloth that broke as he pulled it away. He came back up to her once more, licking her lower stomach right up to her mouth, meeting her tongue. His phallus now rested idly, teasingly pressing against her crevice yet not hard enough to go in. Now he was the carrot dangling in front of the rabbit.
She let a small pouting sound and squirmed as if her nudity embarrassed her for a moment. She moaned as his tongue traced hot paths along her body, making her suck her stomach in a little in reflex. She felt him hovering above her and his shaft between her legs, pressing against her core and it made her impatient. She pouted and squirmed pleadingly. There was no other explanation: she needed him. Her body felt like it was almost on fire and she felt like the bed was slipping away from under her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her legs a bit to rub them against his, squirming and trying to get him to penetrate her.
"D-don't tease like that," she moaned weakly, her face flushed and her breath shallow.
The young man smiled at her, now rubbing his shaft between her lower lips, coming close to penetrating her. The slippery, warm sensation made him burn up and he was using all the self-control he could muster. The halfling knew just what to do. Slowly, he pushed himself in, deeper and deeper. Her walls squeezed against him, trying to force him out but to no success. He dipped himself as far as he could go, as gently as he could. She moaned as he teased her so mercilessly and finally penetrated her, frustratingly slow. She tensed, trembling as he burrowed in her slowly and she bucked, wrapping her arms around his neck suddenly, as if she wanted to hold him there. Her walls squeezed him and she moaned. Then, seemingly twice as slow, pulled himself out. He could feel every curve of her core, and he was certain she could feel him throbbing inside her.
�Just a little more�there!� he thought.
He was all the way out once more and like a big tease, he rubbed himself between her lips once more...almost refusing a second indulgence. She let a small, frustrated whimper as he pulled out completely and just teased her again. She squirmed, pressing herself against him harder, trying to entice him to return in her, her legs rubbing against his sides. She pulled his head down into a deep kiss, her tongue slipping in his mouth to tickle his, while her body shook with anticipation, and the hot and bothered feeling made her head spin. She didn't want to peak first and give him the satisfaction of having lasted longer.
�But oh man am I close�this is kind of humiliating,� she thought.
�Aaah, she feels so good, I can�t keep teasing,� he thought as her legs enticed him.
He rubbed himself between her lips still and as if on accident, dipped his tip inside. Once more, he pushed in slowly, burrowing with caution and keeping track of her reactions...even if he was tongue-tied at the moment. Almost completely sheathed, he started pulling out again. The friction between them sent his heart racing. He pulled her right leg around his waist as he reached the outside of her core, but just before he came all the way out, he dove right back in, this time a little faster, but still gentle. As he rose and fell, his thrusts became faster a more powerful. Before long, they were in what most would call a steady swing. His lips locked with hers and as she had forced her tongue into his mouth before, he did the same to her.
She moaned into his mouth as he entered her again and this time she arched her pelvis to press herself into him, wrapping her leg around his waist as he guided her to. Her back arched and fell as he pulled out and dove back in her again. She knew she was close to peaking and actually climaxed as his trusts picked up pace, but before she could even get down from the high sensation, she was pulled back up into it again from his pace. She moaned and sighed as he thrust into her, loving the feel of his shaft in her, her walls squeezing it hectically, coating it with warm fluids. Her fingers of one hand knotted into his hair, caressing it tenderly while her other hand raked at his back in near agony, her fingers nearly scratching him. She moved her pelvis against his thrusts, musing the sound of her skin against his and enjoying the closeness. His tongue slipping in her mouth surprised her and coaxed her into a sensual, sweet dance as their lips rubbed together bruisingly.
The young man was ruthless. He thrust into her harder and harder, letting a sigh escape between their lips. He felt her walls contract as he picked up pace and it made his knees weak. Slipping into her over and over, he felt his entire loins surge as if on fire. She pulled her head forward to look up at him again, her green eyes dazed with the sensations. Her pelvis pushed against him to his fluid motion, making it difficult to take in the moment. Her walls were squeezing him. Feeling her naked body under his sent shivers down his spine as her other leg snaked up his side and her ankles locked. Her face was flushed, her breath shallow. The arch in her back, her fluid response to his ever-persistent dives, her bittersweet moans, it all seemed so perfect. And he realized it was only perfect because it was with her.
It was too good. Their bodies moving together, the temperature soaring in crazy heights and the closeness, everything was almost out-worldly. Time was standing still. She shuddered again, feeling another wave of climax coming to sweep her under. She clung to him tightly, feeling him, scared to go over the edge alone. His thrusts were merciless and she loved them. He made her knees week and her stomach tie into a knot. He made her say his name in ecstatic moans.
"Dante," she managed, shutting her eyes and falling into the emotions.
Dante was reaching his limits too. He could feel the burn from his shaft throughout his body now and he realized what was going to happen. It tugged at the back of his neck, demanding its share. His blood was rushing, his adrenaline pumping; it only made sense.
�No, not now,� he thought to himself, �I cant trigger now...not like this. Can�t�can�t do this to her.�
Tess shouting his name as she climaxed was the straw that broke the camel's back. In the few last, slower pumps, he let himself go inside her. The rage of lust and excitement overwhelmed him to such a point that his demonic blood was let loose for a moment. Trying as best he could to control himself, he felt himself go over the edge, just for a moment. It was just a spark, a flash. His teeth sharpened, his nails swelled to claws and black veins of demonic blood overran his skin. His eyes became red, set against black. He'd triggered and it was gone instantly, filling the room with red light from his glowing, liquid aura for that brief moment and it was all suddenly black. He was normal again.
She saw the red light and for a moment didn't quite realize what it was--but then it hit her. She realized what happened and her eyes widened in surprise. Somehow it made her want to laugh, because it felt like a compliment, somehow. She�d triggered his demonic side, for a moment. That had to be something. With the moment over, time started ticking again and she snuggled against him.

But he was spent, both from the release and from trying to hold his demon back. He slowly pulled himself from her core. He stared with amazement in her eyes, his icy-blue ones unsure of what she saw or felt about it. He wasn't afraid of triggering so much as her reaction to it in that situation. His heart rate slowed, and his energy was drained. He fell over to the side of her, facing her still and pulling her close to him so that her back rested against his chest. He kissed her cheek and muttered into her ear. "Tess...I�I�m sorry. I hope I didn�t scare you."
She smiled, tilting her head back to look at him with a smile. "No you didn�t," she said shyly. "You could've gone all the way, I think you�re quite sexy when you�re like that" she added, caressing his arms around her. She chuckled nervously. "Haha...wow, that sounded dirty,� she chuckled.
Dante let a chuckle himself. �Someone�s rubbing off on you,� he said with an amused tone.
She giggled. �I�ah, I hope I was good."
Dante smirked and nibbled her neck a little. "Hah, Tess, you wouldn�t know. For a nervous, shy Twig, you can be a pretty wild witch,� he said. �You made me trigger, that�s never happened before," he admitted.
She let a little giggle. �Is that a compliment?� she said, smirking.
He smirked, holding her naked body close to his. He still breathed heavy, adding, "Maybe. I�m glad I didn�t scare ya."
She chuckled, getting a slightly sneaky look on her face. "Scare me? Hah! You were good; in fact," she started, mock innocently, "I may want a second round," she added with a smirk.
He smiled slyly, as he always did. "Now that�s a keeper. Second round," he chuckled. �I�m game,� he said with a sly sweetness, nibbling her earlobe again, smirking and turning her over to break from it and meet her lips.
She mused him, smiling wider. "And you better not hold back on me this time..." she went on, parting lips to rub them against his and make way for his tongue to slip in.
Dante, smiling at her comment, followed her lead, finding her tongue with his and stroking it feverishly. She responded, hugging him and rubbing her tongue with his and their lips together. Her hand slid up towards his head and her fingers knotted in his hair, softly stroking them, while her tongue danced around with his. She absently thought about the first time he had kissed her. Joke or not, that had been a good kiss. She giggled.
Meanwhile, ideas were getting in her head and she suddenly pulled back and looked at him serene eyes and smiled at him like she rarely smiled at anyone.

And then suddenly she rolled over and with her legs still wrapped around his waist, flipped him over and pinned him down on his back. She comfortably sat on his lap, her legs along his sides and leaned over him, her smile turning a bit devilish and mischievous.

She let a mischievous giggle as she stared him down. "Hehehe, gotcha!"
Dante, surprised and clearly never expecting this kind of advance from her, his eyes widened. But as startled as he was, he wasn't one to protest a sexual advance.
�Well, well, look who�s getting assertive. And I love it,� he thought for a moment, then gave her that sly, devilish grin, asking in a smooth, warm, yet deep voice, "What're you gonna do to me, my little Twig?"
Tess chuckled and bent down to kiss him again. She tickled his lips with her tongue. Then she pulled back and stared at him. "Hmmm...well, there's some things I want to try," she said, not able to hold back a giggle.
She wanted to try certain things she'd seen in erotic movies -she watched one or two sometimes- but she was a little embarrassed to ask him.
Dante smiled slyly again, asking in a not-so-worried tone, "Really? What kind of things?"
His sexual tension began to rise again before his shaft went limp. Raising himself up on his elbows and leaning forward, he licked the top of her neck to the tip of her chin and lay back down under her.
She chuckled and pressed his nose with her index finger. "Hehehe, I'm embarrassed...So you gotta promise not to laugh."
Dante nodded at her, saying "If you can trust me with what we just did and not with a fantasy, there's something wrong here."
He smiled so handsomely, yet so mischievously, like he was hiding something. Tess saw that look, but decided to take her chances. She lowered in closer to him and whispered almost in his ear. "Trust me enough to leave your shaft in my hands? I wanna try something."
Dante struggled not to laugh. The way she put it to him, she sounded like she was twelve. But keeping in mind she had no experience in this department other than these recent events, he nodded slowly, "Go for it."
Tess smirked. She squirmed and pulled herself off him, shuffling back to settle on his legs, with his erect phallus in front of her. Although she had seen it before and already experienced him, it was still a new sight for her. She observed its stiffness and the smooth surface, still slick with her fluids. Without hesitating then, she reached out and ran her fingers along its length, smiling at the hardness and the heat it radiated. It was awkward, but she had to do her exploring. Her hand closed around it gently and she stroked the shaft, looking at him to see how he'd react.
Dante lay back, relaxing and putting complete trust in her that she wouldn't do anything to hurt a very sensitive area. She was already doing good, using the appropriate gentleness. Placing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes, he felt her hand start to explore his shaft and eventually begin stroking. His penis flexed as she did so and he tilted his head back some, grunting softly and after a moment, ever so slightly pushing his hips forward and backward.
�Mmmh, she�s got great hands after all,� he thought, about to chuckle at his own remark.

She cracked a smirk at his reaction, stroking more vigorously till he started squirming. Her hands were getting warmer all the while. She was exploring, like a child exploring new territory, trying out things. The excitement from this encounter was making her more bold and curious enough to try things. That's why she didn't feel the least uneasy about leaning forward suddenly and flicking her tongue against the head. She smirked at the taste. Not intense, more like neutral salty. �Interesting,� she thought and looked at him for a reaction.
Dante tensed when he felt the warm, slippery contact of her tongue. Relaxing, he silently hoped she'd do it again. Starting to throb more by the stroking and caressing, his shaft was getting rock-hard. And that last lick had made him want more, but he didn�t dare ask.
Tess giggled, mischievously. She made him squirm! That definitely had his attention. The unrelenting stroking continued and she flicked her tongue against the head again, more thoroughly this time, running it down around the pulsating head softly and back up, while her hand caressed the rest of it. Dante hissed as he took a deep breath in when she did that. It was bittersweet torture. It was starting to get pleasing for her too. She ran her tongue along its length down, then up, licking a small spiral on the tip and then dropped a little kiss on its tip.
His hands snaked from his head and down to hers. He held what hair would get in the way for her, wanting to see her face. He grinned. Judging by her reactions and the look on her face, he wasn't sure who was enjoying this more. That just turned him on more so when she left another gentle kiss at the tip of his head, his penis reacted, pulsating and flexing so that he felt like it was about to pop.
She grinned and looked at him from under some strands of stray hair.
"Having fun?" she teased.
In fact, she was a little surprised with herself. She seemed to be doing things pretty well, to be getting this reaction out of him, �And damn am I enjoying it too!� she thought. She felt a tingle down her spine, all the way to her core, the walls inside contracting slightly, making her feel hot and bothered.
Dante let a sigh of both relief and pleasure when she paused to tease him. That definitely meant she was enjoying it as much as he was. He looked down to her with a sly smile, "Loads of fun. You seem pretty excited, yourself!" His hand released her hair to glide gently across her cheek. He spoke again, "Bring yourself around here and keep going from this angle. And no need to be that delicate."
He motioned to bring her body closer to his torso. He has a few ideas in mind, himself. �Besides, what kind of gentleman am I, if I�m letting a lady do all the work?� he thought smugly.
She raised an eyebrow and smirked. She could kind of imagine what he had in mind, but couldn't be sure. She moved over and before turning, bent over his torso and planted a kiss on his lips, then returned astride him, facing his legs. She lowered her head to his phallus and licked the head a bit, while stroking again, this time with a little more pressure as he had requested, but still very careful not to overdo it.
His shaft kept flexing and pulsating occasionally. He now had a perfectly fine view of her buttocks and core right in front of him. Letting out a soft grunt of pleasure, he got straight to work, licking his middle finger and sliding it along the seam in her skin before inserting it into her core. Her walls were hot and soft, and he did his best to torment them. Moving his finger inside as deep as it would go and pulling it out, he reinserted it again and gently curved it inside her, stroking the inside walls. He spread the lips a bit to get a better view.
Tess let a moan and tensed, throwing her head back. �Damn, I�m more sensitive than I thought I was!� she thought. She squirmed and tensed again, but tried to relax. Letting small moans, she licked the head again and, in a sudden inspiration, took the head in her mouth, running her tongue along it, pulling her head back again and licking around the shaft. If he was going to torment her like that, so would she!
He tensed just as much as she did, digging his finger deeper if he could, twisting it and curling it against a new wall.
�Holy crap�so turned on,� he thought. Furiously grunting and shifting his hips forward and back very slowly, he felt the heat coming off of his shaft, as it flexed when Tess took it in her mouth and rubbed her tongue against it inside her mouth. She moaned and sighed, shaking at the sweet tortures, while continued her licking along his shaft and taking it in her mouth. She tried to take it in as deep as she could, but she was afraid to trigger a gag reflex or something, since she wasn't used to this.

But she was enjoying this too much. A hint of salty taste in her mouth made her smirk. But at the same time she gasped and quivered at the gentle stroking of her walls that he was doing. It felt incredibly good.
Dante feverishly extracted his finger and forcefully pulled her over him, leaning forward and rubbing his tongue along the seam of her skin, between the lips until he found a small, fleshy marble-like bulb just outside her core's opening.
He pulled away for a moment, rubbing it with his fingertips and said, "Well...what do we have here!" Just as he leaned forward, Dante felt a heated tingle run from his phallus, up his spine and to the back of his head. It was happening again, his demonic blood was trying to get out. But he could hold back for a while longer.
Still slowly moving his hips back and forth and throbbing hard, the slayer placed his tongue over the bulb he'd found and caressed it with pressure, flicking it occasionally with the tip of his tongue. She gasped and moaned louder than normally, tensing as his tongue touched her core. She blushed at his teasing, but could only moan stiffly and shudder at new attacks of pleasure at her nub that sent tingling sensations all over her. She kept running her tongue along and around his shaft, taking it in and stroking it with her mouth.
"Aaah-- Dante..." she moaned, shivering.
Dante remained seemingly unresponsive and continued tormenting her with his tongue. She took him in again and he flexed in her mouth, grazing both the back of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He, too, decided to do some exploring, with his tongue. Removing the muscle from her core's bulb, he slid it a half an inch further to her core's opening, snaking it inside as far as he could and delighted at her warm taste, aimed to thoroughly eat her out, sliding his tongue forcefully against her walls.
Tess gasped and tensed, pulling up from his phallus with a string of saliva breaking off as she threw her head back again and moaned. Her walls contracted against his tongue and she felt her knees buckling. Her body felt like burning up in fire. She needed him.
"Dante," she moaned. "Aaah...I...I--" she stuttered, flushed and shaking.
Dante simply grunted under his breath, adding a small vibration to his tongue as he slid it in and out of her core. Her walls contracted, forcing him out and he pushed himself right back in mid-contraction. Throbbing still, he felt a release coming just as she threw her head back. It occurred just as he triggered, again, but this time it was less angry. She was lucky she stopped when she did, otherwise there would have been a mess on her hands or in her hair. He wanted more though; his demonic side didn�t feel satisfied. Dante heard Tess gasping and taking deep breaths, and it made him pulse faster and faster. He winced as his nails turned to claws, trying not to scratch her.
She couldn't handle it any longer, she felt herself on the edge of exploding, and feeling his fluids seep out and under her fingers didn't help. His breaths were harsh and shallow and his pleased grunts turned her on more. She let a moan and squirmed, pulling herself away from him briefly, surprising him a bit, just to turn around and straddle him, taking his shaft in her again, moaning as it bore in her. He pulled on her arm, causing her to hover over him and he pulled her face to his, kissing her again. His eyes were red pools against black and his hands felt sort of rough as he embraced her. She moaned, feeling the taste of her fluids in his mouth, but it just excited her more.
His hips moved against her as he buried deep inside her core over and over, so fast that their skin clapped together. The slayer held her by the back of the head gently, still locking lips and tongues, while his other hand massaged her buttocks. She moaned and could only kiss him just as fervently. He thrust into her possessively, kissed her like he owned her; but it felt so right, she couldn't bring herself to object. She just rubbed her tongue to his, surrendering herself completely to him. Her legs twitched anxiously and her walls contracted around him. Her climax was coming in crushing waves and fluids were seeping out of her core with every new thrust.
Dante was once again relentless, pounding himself into her. He felt her legs shake and his hands were restless, moving gently up her back, then down her front, wrapping around her sides and grabbing her bum, almost as if guiding it's motion as she repeatedly took him in. He snaked his arms around her back and kept her in a tight embrace as she kept moaning and pressing her hips against his. Her soft, crimson hair draped around his face, and he could feel her breasts pressing against him. She opened her eyes for a moment and they locked with his, showing him that she was in a state of sweet daze. She didn�t seem the least scared of his emerging demon and he loved that.
She moaned harder, clinging to him and losing all sense of everything except the sweet, blissful feeling of everything he was doing. His shaft inside her throbbed and her walls contracted, the feeling was so intense she wanted to scream. She looked down at him, face flushed, eyes half-closed, her mouth half open in a pant and her moans. She pressed against him, feeling almost about to burst. She pressed onto him while she peaked fast, her walls contracting hard, trying to keep him in her and a sweet, burning feeling spread from her core up along her body.
Harder and harder he pressed himself into her and her walls contracted around his shaft. It felt good. Her warm core surrounding him like that made it surreal, almost divine. Without warning, he sat up with a throaty grunt, his arms around her possessively and made her wrap her legs around his waist. He let a pleased moan and licked her neck, then nibbled it fervently, her moans arousing him further. Pressing himself against her and his lips against hers, he was now in control and proceeded to plow himself past her contracting walls.
She didn't object, only wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, moaning and sighing at the blissful thrusts, her fingernails raking his back a little bit, leaving faint red lines. He was so harsh and so angrily sweet, it gave her a sort of unnerving feeling, but at the same time it was impossibly enjoyable. She never thought two people could ever come this close together, almost fuse into one.

Dante, in the midst of his attack, pried his face from hers and began to nibble on her earlobe after whispering, �I�m so close,� seductively. Playing with her left nipple with his hand, he felt his release coming and he almost hated it, knowing the moment would end. The climax was building, and he could feel hers coming as well with the intensity of her contractions, squeezing his shaft comfortably.
Tess smiled, faintly, but she definitely smiled, hearing that. She arched up into him as her climax reached its peak, making her scream a little, her legs around his waist squeeze around him a little and her head throw back in ecstasy.
He hugged her tightly and pressed his head in the nape of her neck as he climaxed with a quiet grunt. He was always unsure why; his peaks were always like that, strong and silent. After her scream, he felt her walls contract around him and almost trap him inside as his seed filled her upper caverns. His thrusts came to a halt and the slayer pressed his lips against hers, holding her face with his right hand as he did so and pulled her closer to him with his left.
She let a mumbled sound, breathing deeply.
�Aah�I think�you can�t complain about being cold now, can ya?� he chuckled, trying to catch his breath, realizing that his demonic flare was passing. �Or d�you like a nice naked cuddle?� he asked, nibbling her neck softly.
She didn�t reply and just lay slumped against him. Her silence and stillness worried him a bit. �Tess?� he repeated.
Still she wouldn�t reply. He pulled back a little, to look at her. Her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly opened and her breath soft.
�Phew, just asleep�don�t scare me like that Twig,� he thought with a small smile.
He let himself fall back into the bed slowly, with her rested against him. Trying not to move too much and wake her up, he pulled the covers over them. Looking at her face, he smiled. She looked so peaceful and sweet when she slept. Soon he was drowsy as well, and comfortably snuggled under the covers, warmed from their combined body heat, allowed himself to slip into a deep sleep.
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