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Devil May Hve Fun	By : arlene28 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 5056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tending a Devil
I’m sitting at Dante’s desk in Devil May Cry looking at the supplies in front of me and writing a list of bits I need more of. I sit back with a sigh and think of everything that happened over the last six weeks.
SIX WEEKS EARLIER
I was sitting at Dante’s desk, reading one of his dirty magazines and waiting for him to return from a job. Suddenly the doors had burst open and Dante came staggering in. He looked terrible. He was covered in blood from head to toe, his clothes were shredded and he seemed to be having trouble staying upright.
“Dante!” I cried.
I ran over to him but was stopped short as a scythe was held up at my throat. I gasped and realised that his almost destroyed coat was blue!
“Vergil?”
“Who are you?” He rasped.
“I’m a friend of Dante’s. Let me help you.”
“Where… is… he?”
“On a job.”
He started to wobble and passed out. I hesitated for a minute, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, he’s Dante’s brother so I can’t just let him bleed to death. On the other hand, he’s kinda evil. I decided to help him and dragged him up to the spare bedroom. I stripped him down and checked his wounds. I was completely horrified to see the extent of the damage. I got a bowl of warm water, a towel and the first aid kit. I tended his wounds and bandaged him up and went downstairs to wait for Dante.
About an hour later I was pacing the floor when Dante walked in.
“Hey, Babe, I brought beers, pizza and sundaes!”
“Dante, there’s been a… issue.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes but… Vergil’s here. Injured. I put him in the spare room and bandaged him up.”
“What!? What do you mean he’s here? And you were here with him alone? Are you fucking stupid? He could have killed you! He’s probably waiting up there to kill me!”
“He’s unconscious. He’s your brother so I couldn’t just let him die and he’s not putting it on!”
“Fucking bullshit!”
Dante went running up the stairs and burst through the door. I chased after him trying to get him to wait. Dante was frozen by the bed just staring at Vergil when I caught up to him.
“I wanted to tell you before you saw him. Something practically gutted him. I did my best but I’m not sure he’ll survive. I’m sorry.” I say, gently.
PRESENT
It’s been six weeks now and Dante’s barely been here. Too busy trying to find out how Vergil survived Mallet Island, how he escaped the demon realm and who almost killed him. Vergil’s doing better. His abdomen is completely healed. He’s in and out of consciousness but I’m sure he’s going to pull through now.
I sigh again then grab my supplies and Vergil’s breakfast then head upstairs. I put the tray of things on the bedside table and lean over Vergil to check a wound on his side. Suddenly I’m flat on my back on the mattress with my wrists pinned above my head and Vergil straddling me.
“Ow Vergil get off me!”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Dante’s friend, remember? I’m the one that’s been taking care of you.”
“Where’s my brother?”
“Out. I don’t know when he’ll be back. Can you get off me now? I don’t mean you any harm.”
“Really? Then why do you have a knife?” He asks pulling my knife from my sheath at my side.
“You have a wound on the back of your shoulder. It was a real ragged cut and hasn’t been healing properly so I’ve been having to cut it and make it heal bit by bit to straighten it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true! I swear!”
He leans forward with a rope in his hand. I recognise it from Dante’s box of ‘toys’. I start struggling but he’s too strong and before long I’m tied to the bed. I’m terrified of what Vergil’s planning. I keep pulling against the rope but I can’t get free.
“W… what are you going to do?”
He just smiles and picks up my knife again. I hold my breath thinking that at any moment he’s going to kill me. He doesn’t. He cuts my top along the seams and throws it on the ground. I start breathing heavily in panic, my chest rising and falling quickly. He stares at my bra clad breasts and smirks. He proceeds to cut off my red lace bra, freeing my breasts to the cool air.
“Don’t… please.” I gasp.
He smirks again and starts stripping my trousers off. I try to kick and fight but he’s too quick and too fast. He sits on my legs and stares at my red thong. He licks his lips and tears it off, making me cry out. He spreads my legs and kneels between them.
“I thought you had honour? I thought rape wouldn’t be honourable? Let me go! Please let me go!” I begin to cry.
“Rape? I won’t need to rape you. By the time I’m done you’ll be begging me to fuck you and you’ll tell me the truth.”
“I am telling you the truth!”
“Relax, Baby. I’m so much better than Dante you’ll love it.” He smirks.
I gasp and find myself getting aroused, despite not wanting to, at his words. Dante can make the whole universe disappear for hours. How could Vergil possibly be any better? I get wet just thinking of the possibility.
“See? You’re already aroused. Now, have you seen what’s in Dante’s box of tricks?”
“I’ve seen the items but Dante’s never used them on me. He doesn’t want to damage me so he only does bdsm with demons.”
“Well, let me introduce you to the toys.” He whispers pulling out a riding crop.
He spins me over onto my stomach and starts running the crop along my ass crack. He sits on my legs and brings the crop down on my back. I jerk and cry out. It doesn’t really hurt but I’m not use to it.
“Vergil, please, don’t. Let me go.” I cry, tears running down my face.
“Don’t worry, Baby, you’ll enjoy it. I promise.” He whispers into my ear.
I whimper as he licks down the back of my neck. Then he sits back up and hits me with the crop again and again. Over and over. Until I can’t scream anymore but just make little mewling motions. My back is on fire from the lashing but I’m soaking wet and so horny I can’t even think straight anymore. He finally stops whipping me. He spreads my legs wide and pushes the handle of the crop into my pussy making me cry out in wanton abandon.
“Just say yes, Baby, and I can ease your need.” He whispers into my ear.
“No!” I gasp.
He bites the back of my neck hard enough that I know he’s drawn blood. I writhe and scream. He fucks me hard with the handle until I cum, screaming his name. He removes the crop and pulls me up onto my hands and knees. He crawls in front of me and grabs my hair in a painfully tight grip.
“Open your mouth. Now! And no biting or I will hurt you.” He threatens.
I do as I’m told and he rams his cock into my mouth. He’s huge! About the same size as Dante. I begin to cry again, tears streaming down my face. He fucks my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. I can’t believe how much this is turning me on. He tastes wonderful. I begin to wish that Dante had let go and done this with me before. I’m so wet I can feel myself dripping onto the bed.
He moves back down to my legs and flips me over again. He folds me up so my knees are at my chest and begins rubbing himself against my clit. I moan and again I wonder why Dante’s always been too scared to hurt me to do this.
“Why aren’t you worried about hurting me?” I ask, curiously.
“Why would I care about hurting you? You mean nothing to me except a way to solve the lust I haven’t been able to satisfy for all those years in hell.” He replies with a snarl.
I know he’s lying though. All the things he’s done to me, no matter how rough, haven’t actually harmed me. I can see the strain on his face. He wants to fuck me but he’s waiting for my consent. Twenty years! He’s been in hell for twenty years! With no one who cared about him, no companionship, no sex or at least I’m guessing no consensual sex. The bdsm, the roughness, all ways for him to feel in control again. Yet he isn’t willing to rape me when it would’ve been easier.
“Vergil… yes.” I whisper.
“Yes?”
“Yes. Fuck me, please.”
His eyes flash sapphire blue and he pushes his cock into me. I try to scream but I can’t get enough air. He pounds away at me hitting my g-spot every time until I cum, gasping his name. As my pussy tightens around him, he cums too. He roars his pleasure as his seed fills me and begins to overflow.
When he can finally move he gets off me and undoes the rope. I curl into his chest and fall asleep.
I wake a little while later and hear whispering. I don’t move though as I’m still too tired to.
“She really took all that?” I hear Dante whisper.
“Yes.” Vergil replies.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to try my box of toys on her for myself then.”
I start getting wet again just at his words. Looks like having both twins here could actually be fun.
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