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Eighth Circle	By : Rodders Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 8022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nobody knew anything.
It had been Trish’s endeavor, but Lady could not help but feel slightly disappointed herself. At first, they thought that two reasonably attractive looking young women walking around the areas where the Order was, supposedly, most active would coax an appearance out of one of their members. When that failed, they had to resort to questioning passers-by, asking them if they had seen anything unusual lately. They received a lot of no ma’ams, some blank, awkward stares and a few catcalls, but little concrete information.
When they arrived back at Devil May Cry, Trish immediately peeled off her boots and threw herself down on the couch. “What an ordeal,” she said, though Lady was not sure if Trish was talking to her or simply thinking aloud.
She sweeped the room with her eyes. “Dante’s not here,” she observed.
“He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself. Besides,” Trish shifted round to lie on her stomach, resting her chin on her hands, her legs propped up behind her and waving back and forth in the air. “You and I never really get any alone time. This is the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other a little better.
Lady smiled at her. It was a lovely gesture, but unnecessary. “To be honest, there’s not a lot to know about me. Besides, I’m not really the ‘sip champagne and talk about men’ type. I’m sorry, don’t take it personally, but, I…uh…”
Trish looked disappointed. She cast her eyes to the ground and didn’t speak for a while. Immediately Lady felt the pangs of guilt igniting in her conscience. She had vowed once to “eliminate every last demon”, and she stuck by that. Becoming friends with a demon would be all kinds of counter-intuitive. Dante was an exception; he had fallen into her lap on a day that was extraordinary by all accounts, and had saved her skin a couple of times besides. Trish was different. The two didn’t know each other all that well; if Lady wanted to befriend Trish, she would have to make a conscious effort. They’d have to hang out and do girly, friendy things, which Lady simply couldn’t see herself doing.
Trish glanced back up at her, and she smiled. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize,” she sat up straight, clutching a knee with her hands. “I’d actually like to ask you something else, if you’re still interested in payment for that wild goose chase I led you on.”
This was more to Lady’s liking. “Of course,” she returned Trish’s smile, and sat down beside her. “What did you have in mind?” Trish stifled a single, soft giggle, and cocked her head sideways, as if out of curiosity. Lady was about to ask her if something was wrong, but then something very surprising happened.
Trish seized Lady’s right hand with her left in an inhumanly strong grip.
“What are you doing?” “Let me go!” “Get off me, you crazy bitch!” Lady might have said any of these things, but the opportunity never came. Trish grabbed Lady’s head by her hair, and forced their mouths together in what might have been very generously called a kiss. Trish’s tongue danced all about Lady’s mouth, which she tried her hardest to keep closed. Her eyes were open, wide with surprise, while Trish’s were shut. She moaned, but out of frustration and helplessness. Or, at least, that’s what she told herself.
After a brief struggle, Trish let up, released Lady’s hand, and broke their “kiss’, giggling again. Immediately, Lady’s hand shot up to Trish’s cheek, and she delivered the hardest slap she could muster. Trish did not move to intercept Lady’s hand, dodge it, or otherwise resist in any way. Perhaps she thought she deserved it. Acting against her better judgment, Lady remained seated, though eye contact was understandably avoided. Trish too cast her eyes to the ground. Did she regret what she had done? There was only one way to find out, and somebody had to break the awkward silence.
“What was that?” Lady asked, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground in front of her.
Trish hesitated. “Your payment,” she explained. “I guess you didn’t like it, huh?” Trish’s voice was shackled with disappointment; her usual sultry, girlish tone was nowhere to be found. Lady would have been a liar if she said she didn’t enjoy it at all, so for now she dodged the question.
“Did you think I would?” she allowed herself a look at Trish. For the first time since she’d known her, Lady could not help but notice the she-devil’s beauty. Her ample breasts; her full, red lips; her porcelain skin; her eyes, her legs, her neck, her cheekbones, her…everything. As far as Lady could see, Trish was physically perfect. Her personality could use a little work, but Lady guessed if she herself was created by the King of Demons for the sole purpose of unnerving his would-be destroyer, she’d probably be a little emotionally stunted as well.
“I don’t know,” Trish now looked at Lady, and allowed herself a wistful smile. “I didn’t even really think about that. I guess it’s the demon in me. Makes me…impulsive,” they both laughed at that.
Lady put an assuring hand on Trish’s shoulder. “If you wanted a date, all you had to do was ask,” she said, not entirely in jest. ‘Date a demon? I’m not that desperate.’ She had once said, but for Trish she found herself increasingly willing to make an exception.
“Two girls dating? Is that allowed?” Trish asked, in what Lady suspected was mock ignorance. She’d been a part of human society long enough to have had at least one encounter with lesbianism, and something in her eyes suggested that she was exceedingly familiar with it.
“It’s not unheard of.” Lady was not a lesbian. She was not very interested in sex in general. Yet, here she was, practically offering herself to a leggy blonde wearing tight leather pants and a corset.
For a long time, neither woman said anything. These awkward silences are becoming part of my daily routine, Lady thought to herself. Finally, Trish spoke up
“Would you like to try that again?” That was the last thing she said in her grim, disappointed way. “You’re usually a real hardass about collecting debts,” and, with that, she was back to normal.
Lady pretended to consider the offer for a moment. ‘Yes’. The answer would always have been ‘yes’. There was a heat rising in her crotch; inexorable, unquenchable. She had never known this feeling before. Had Trish put her under some kind of spell? Did she release some kind of pheromone? Did demons even work that way? Shouldn’t she know? She searched inside herself for a reason for this feeling; a purpose. ‘I’m horny’ was the answer, she knew, but it seemed like such an awful anticlimax.
She opted for a physical response, rather than a verbal one. She placed her hand at the base of Trish’s neck, and brought her lips onto her own. This was a true kiss. She felt a hint of a smile in Trish’s lips, and she hoped Trish felt the same on hers. But it was a sweet kiss, an innocent kiss; the kind two childhood friends might share if they were unusually happy to see each other. Lady decided it was time to up the ante. She pushed her tongue past her own lips, past Trish’s, and into her mouth. There, their tongues met, and danced for a while. As this went on, the two women moaned and sighed and pawed at whatever they could get their hands on, exploring each other in full. The heat Lady felt inside her was starting to get unbearable. She needed release, and she needed it soon.
Luckily, it seemed Trish was having similar thoughts. Their lips still locked together, she seized Lady’s hand again – gentler this time, though still firm – and led her to the zipper holding her corset together. Lady giggled into Trish’s mouth, and pinched the zipper eagerly. She prepared to drag it downward, when Trish suddenly broke off the kiss. Lady was disappointed, but only for a moment. Trish looked her in the eyes, and without even the faintest hint of humor, said something very strange.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.
Again, Lady opted to answer physically. She planted a kiss on Trish’s chest, just above her breasts, stuck out her tongue, and dragged it across her flesh, savoring the taste, until she broke away at her chin.
“Something like that,” Lady responded, and practically tore off Trish’s corset. Her breasts bounced free, and…had they always been that big? She sat still for a moment, mesmerized. Their flesh seemed an even milkier white than the rest of Trish, and her nipples were the pinkest things Lady had ever seen; they were so small and cute and beautiful and before she knew it Lady was sucking on one with all the strength her mouth allowed, kneading it and slipping the nipple between her fingers, and tweaking the other with her free hand. Trish moaned, and she knew she was doing good work.
At least, she thought she was. After she had been sucking for a few minutes, Trish pushed her away, off the couch and onto the floor. She was about to protest, but she saw that Trish was removing her pants as well. She tossed them aside, and sat before Lady, completely naked, rubbing herself all over. Again, Lady began to notice a number of things about Trish for the first time. Her knees were a shade pinker than the rest of her, she had large-ish feet with toes painted black, and her legs seemed to go on for miles…
A whistle took her out of her trance. “Are you going to get naked or am I going to have to come over there?” Lady laughed, and began to strip. In her eagerness, her clothes were damaged. She ripped off her shirt and shorts as fast as she could, forcing the buttons off, and rather than taking the time to unlace her boots, she simply pulled the laces apart. She would worry about that later, and she was sure Dante would be more than happy to cover the expenses. Right now, all that mattered to her was tearing down any barrier that stood between her and Trish’s beautiful, naked form.
Now naked herself, she practically jumped into Trish’s arms. Their kissing resumed, more passionate, more intense, and wetter than before. This is what contentment was, Lady decided; making love to a beautiful woman. The kissing was wonderful, but both women new the real prize lay further down. With a devilish smile, Trish pushed Lady down onto her back, and began planting a trail of kisses from her chin to her bellybutton. As Trish’s tongue danced over her clit, Lady squealed with delight, and prepared herself for what would come next. Trish paused, briefly, and giggled. She nipped and bit and licked at Lady’s thighs, It drove her mad. She could stand it no longer. The heat was unbearable. She crossed her legs around Trish’s neck and seized the back of her head with her hands, forcing her face into her dripping wet sex.
Trish lapped at her cunt for what seemed like hours. At first slowly, with long, patient strokes of the tongue; up and down, side to side and in circles. She had a relaxed pose, then; she lay on her stomach and dangled her feet in the air, her hands wandering all over Lady; rubbing her foot, playing with her nipples, adding a whole host of new sensations to her pleasure.
“Do you like it?” Trish asked, as she momentarily paused her licking.
“I love it,” Lady sighed. She felt as giddy as a schoolgirl. These were the best feelings she had ever, ever felt, and she wanted Trish to know it. “I love it, I love it, I love it. I love…it,” for a moment, she felt very strange. She could have sworn she was going to say ‘I love you’.
As time went on, Trish seemed to become hungrier. She got onto her knees and elbows, and licked Lady like a lion tearing at meet. One of her hands pawed at her breasts, and the other rubbed her clit as fast as it could. She was close, now. She could feel the heat rising in her, and before she knew it, she came with a scream. Trish didn’t let up, and seemed to make it her mission to lick Lady dry before stopping. The juices flowed out of her, and Trish drank deep.
“Kiss me,” Lady pleaded. Trish obeyed. She crawled until their heads were level, and then collapsed. They entered a warm, tight embrace, wrapping their arms around each other. Their legs seemed to engage in combat, each woman fighting over who would get to wrap themselves around whom. Eventually, they settled, and simply let their legs lie there, Trish rubbing her feet against Lady’s, and Lady doing the same. And then, they kissed. It was the most wonderful, most beautiful, most…complete kiss that Lady had ever had. It was ironic, then, that the two were so tired, it more resembled the first “kiss” that had started the whole affair.
“Can we do this every day?” Lady blurted out. She thought she must have sounded foolish, or like a child, but Trish didn’t seem to mind, because she replied with a nod.

“You lied to me earlier,” Trish said, her sternness returning for a while. “You said you’d fuck me. I fucked you.” Lady answered with a lazy, playful spank, eliciting an “Oh!” from the she-devil.
“The moment I wake up,” Lady began, pausing for a kiss. “I am going to fuck you senseless.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Trish replied. Shortly, Lady fell asleep in her arms, and Trish soon followed.
When Trish awoke, Lady was gone.
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