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Rules of Seduction	By : ElvenAngel Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 5299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A couple of hours had passed since the sun had gone down. The numbly mild day had given way to a chilly night, with a waxing moon and lazy clouds dancing slowly under its light. The neon sign of �Devil Never Cry� was dark and the shop�s slightly wrecked fa�ade was unlit and quiet. Definitely not a working night.

Tess breathed out sharply, feeling his tongue and mouth caressing her neck, tracing the faint line of the old scar she had around it, while his hands wandered over her skin as if curious, yet undecided where to settle. She shuddered; she�d forgotten she was still a bit sensitive about her neck being touched, after almost being hung to death not too long ago. But his kissing and caressing relaxed her, and made her sigh quietly.

Spread out on her back on the bed, she closed her eyes and smiled, some. Dante had pushed her onto the bed, not roughly and then moved over her; quite possessive, in fact, but not intimidating. One heavily lustful kiss later, he moved out to explore the rest of her. Her skin was soft and warm, almost burning, and tasting like he was felt terribly good. He�d wanted her for quite some time now, and finally here they were, naked on a bed, like he�d wanted.
Or both of them had, according to the facts.

He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth gently, making her giggle briefly. Her hands reluctantly crept along his arms and shoulders, feeling the muscles move under the skin and stopped at the back of his neck, gently playing with his hair. She encouraged him to go further. His hand slid down to her firm thigh, teasing the skin, before it headed up again and rested on her breast. She breathed in sharply again, stifling a moan as his hand moved, tracing the curvy shape and then cupping it firmly.

He smirked a bit at her reaction. She squirmed a bit, and her leg, on purpose or not, pressed against his crotch briefly, making him hiss, breathing between his teeth. He pressed his lips against her neck, the beat of her veins there becoming frantic, and then pulled back a little to look down at her. She was flushed, breathing heavy quietly; she opened her eyes and looked up at him like asking him why he was slowing down. She put up her hands and pulled his head down, knotting her fingers in his hair, and kissed him.
He let her have her way, but kept massaging her breast, rubbing the nipple between his fingers. She moaned softly, tensing a bit and breathed deeply. He nibbled her neck softly, then moved his head lower, and surprised her, taking his hand from the breast and flicking his tongue against the nipple. She gasped and tensed a bit, stifling a moan, but then moaned again as his hand slid up to the other breast to caress it, while coating the other�s nipple with his lips, tugging softly. She turned her head and pressed the side of her face onto the pillow, shaking barely at the sensation of that. She had pretty sensitive nipples and what he did right now...was sweet, sweet torture.

She gasped and bucked softly when he nibbled at her nipple, while his hand squeezed the other breast a bit more roughly than before. He was getting more excited by the minute. He moved more closely against her and she felt the hardness press against her, making her sigh and her body to react to it, feeling aroused herself. Her nipples had hardened from his attentions, the movements of his hand, and his tongue and mouth tracing her skin. Her breathing was shallow and fast and she squirmed, pressing against his hardening member.

This wasn�t enough. He wanted to make her moan, even scream, sweetly suffer, to make her want him more, like he wanted her. His motions rough and demanding, voracious almost, he teased her, his tongue tracing a damp path over her skin. He breathed harshly too, his throat purring like a pleased beast. She didn�t mind the subtle rough; rough was good. She liked it. She moaned and tightened her fingers around a handful of the bed-sheet. This was good, almost agonizing, but she loved it. It was a little scary that he could bring out such feelings from her.

He smirked at her moans; meant he was going well. He kept teasing her breasts and let his hand wander lower, running along her side and over the curve of her thigh and along the skin to the inside of her leg. She stiffened a bit, moaning and then relaxed under his attentions. He breathed in the warm scent of her body and let a soft, low grunt; she drove him crazy. He wanted her so bad, but at the same time he wanted to feel every inch of her, find out her sensitive parts, like he wanted to work out what it was of her that got him tangled in her charm.

Their crotches pressed again, briefly and she bit her lip some, stifling a sigh. He was pretty aroused; but then again so was she and he seemed to know that before she even realized. She tensed a little when his hand crept along her stomach and between her legs, parting them gently. She let a surprised gasp when he touched her deeply and she pressed on him as his fingers moved about, caressing her womanhood, eliciting more moans and sighs from her. Her legs bucked, making as if to tighten together but they didn�t, just twitched briefly. She shifted some, to get more comfortable and moaned. Her core was warm and rather tight, and he focused on the motions of his hand and fingers, her quickening breathing, then the moans, gasps and the subtle bucking.
Moist from her womanhood coated his fingers and it made him pause briefly because his loins almost ached in excitement, and he struggled to get a hold of himself. He didn�t want to end this yet, so when he got his composure again he took his hand from her wet, heated core and planted a kiss over her navel to calm her down and let her breathe. She panted sharply, gasping for air in shallow draws, shaking.

He chuckled, watching her; "...Looks like you�re getting wet already" he said while smirking, a little devilishly. "But I�m not even started...!"
Saying that, he traced a line from her stomach to her crotch with his fluid-coated fingers. She bucked and squirmed, moaning softly and averting her eyes briefly, face turning red. But she shifted her pelvis to press into him and rub their bodies together, stifling a needy moan. He smirked affectionately and moved in to kiss and caress his way down. His tongue traced his way from her navel, lower and lower, till he got where he wanted.
She whelped and jumped with a surprised gasp when she felt his tongue. She moaned louder and clutched at the bed-sheet harder, fidgeting and tensing at the feeling. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her opening to the top, tickling and teasing the nub, caressing her with his tongue, alternating between gentler and rougher fondling. She moaned and bucked, making him smirk while he kept on caressing her. He loved her taste, and her moans sounded good to his ears, and he wanted more.

"D-Dante..." she moaned, weakly. She couldn�t handle any more of this.

He obediently pulled back, cleaning off some of her juices from his lips, and moved over her again. He couldn�t control his desire for much longer, he was getting impatient. She squirmed under him, pressing her body on to his and bringing her pelvis to his. He let himself find his way into her with a jab, letting a small grunt as her walls coated him. She stiffened and winced under him, gasping sharply. Something hurt.

He frowned in concern. "Tess, you alright?"

"Ow..." she mumbled lowly. "Yeah, it�s just...it felt weird..."

"...You�re tight. I should�ve..."
"Well, it�s been a while..." she muttered, half-frustrated, half-embarrassed. But then she looked up at him with a sly smile. "...Or you�re too big..."
He smirked back. "Or both..." he muttered "Guess I�ll start easy on you..." and leaned in to kiss her.
He began to thrust, slow at first, but his desire made him pick up pace soon. He couldn�t stop even if he wanted to. He heard her moan loudly in delight and arch up her back. He braced his arms by her sides and kept thrusting, listening to her gasps and her moans, reacting to each thrust and his sharp breaths, quick and heavy. An increasing feeling of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn�t get enough of her.

Tess moaned and bucked, shifting her pelvis to move against him as he thrust into her every time. He was rough, but not in a manner that bothered her, on the contrary; like he knew exactly how she liked it. Either he knew her too well, or he read that in her reactions. She arched up against him and cried out in delight as he thrust harder and faster now. She called out his name, among her moans, and thought she heard him say hers through his sharp breaths. She needed him closer to stop herself shaking, and put up her arms to find a part of him to grab onto, because it started to feel almost agonizing.

He paused briefly, to move a bit and pull her up as he sat upright, and pulled her onto his lap, arms locking around her to pull her close to him, molding her form against him. She moaned again and her fingers racked at his back in agony; pulling her up like that, making her wrap her legs around his waist, it made him burrow deeper in her, almost painfully. She clung on to him, her breasts crushed against his chest and tried to bite back the moans.

He slid his hands from her back in a soothing manner, moving down to cup her thigh and buttocks and adjust her gently, before he started to thrust again, more carefully now, before letting himself loose again with a pleased bellow. She was so warm, tight and intoxicating, her moans invited him to do more, and the feeling of her clinging to him like that was brilliant. She moved against him, her legs bracing against his back as if to keep him from moving away from her in each thrust. Her back arched as she let a cry of delight and she threw her head back, exposing her neck and her delicate breasts, bouncing at each thrust. Gasps and moans came from her throat with each thrust, and she let herself completely to him.

He muffled a wicked chuckle at the sight of her lovely breasts, and drew her back closer to him, burying his face in the nape of her neck, where it joined the shoulder, inhaling her scent and kissing and nibbling at the soft skin. His grip on her tightened somewhat, and he bellowed in need, the thrusting becoming faster and more insatiable. He heard her speak his name breathlessly through sharp moans and gasps as she held on to him and moved with him; he loved how it sounded when she said his name, like that.

He hissed and clenched his teeth together, breath growing sharper, and for a full moment he got worried that his demon half, the instincts and urges of the demons, was trying to take control over him. He didn�t want to ruin this and he struggled to stay in control. Without quite knowing how, they were back lying on the bed, her body pillowed under his, both of them overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment, of what they were doing, and of each other. He was resisting the strong pull of his dual nature, and yet it made him demanding; with the climax drawing closer he braced one elbow against the bed, his hand clutching at the bedspread, and slid his hand seductively along her arm, spread out by her head, till the palm; his fingers snaked between hers and held on to it tight, feeling her fingers curl around his and lock together with his.

Finally the climax swept over them both, it didn�t matter who came first. He bellowed in obvious pleasure, and a delighted groan rolled from his throat, as she let a loud cry of satisfaction, throwing her head back and arching her back off the bed, her legs squeezing around his waist. She saw white and her fingers tightened their hold on his hand, and it brought some safety to her sensation of blacking out. For a moment he got worried his demon blood might lash out now, but then it came; the deliberating, enjoyable exhaustion that made them both relax and quiet down. They panted, breathing deeply, drawing in air to surface from the daze of pleasure. He still leaned on his elbow mostly, head resting against the pillow beside hers, but she didn�t mind his weight. She dully put up her free hand and stroked his hair soothingly. Her warm, quiet pants tickled his ear and calmed him down.

He didn�t want to keep her pressed down under his weight though, and he moved over to the side, and slid his arm around her waist to pull her closer. She smirked and stared at him.

"...What?" he asked, running his hand along her thigh.

"Nothing..." she said and moved a stray tuft of hair from over his eye. "Just thinking it was funny how you picked me up like that before..."
He chuckled, a bit slyly. "Well, guess I was right..."
She raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

He decided to joke with her. "...About being on top of this relationship" he said with a mock-sinister grin.

Tess stared for a brief moment and then smirked back devilishly. "Oh reaaaaally, you chauvinist..." she said.
She adeptly flipped him on his back suddenly, before he knew what was going on, and pinned him down, straddling his abdomen, putting her thighs on either of his sides, her hands oh his chest and stared at him directly through the eyes. She did no other action to hold him down, but he didn�t really feel like moving.
She smirked down at him then leaned over, placing one hand on the side of his head. Her hair fell around her face like a red halo. She looked down at him with one of her wicked little smiles; the kind she saved especially for her moments of mischief. "Daaanteee...� she said in a slight singsong, faintly devilish tone, making his eyebrows rise slightly. "You�ve been a bad boy..."
His brows bowed up even more and he felt goose-bumps crawling up his skin. "Whoa..." his head registered.

Her jewel-colored eyes of bottomless green, her fiery-red hair falling all around her face and the tempting mouth was a very alluring view indeed, even for him.

"...nhh..."
he bellowed, frowning at the temptress above him, certain she was plotting something evil again. Whatever it was, he�d rather be nowhere else than where he was at the moment.

She looked pleased that she had the upper hand, and wanted to smirk at his rather surprised look, but she maintained her purely seductive and assertive expression, and dropped her voice a pitch before she continued. "...And do you know what happens to bad little boys?" she asked, slowly bending down over him, her face coming closer.
He hated to admit it, but she had him smitten down with her voice and her behavior! Probably something else too, because his arms and back felt like lead weights holding him down. "I...I...don�t...know..." he blurted, staring at her eyes that seemed to fill his entire sight.

She bent down even more, her face hovering over his just inches away, her hair tickling the side of his face and her breasts brushing against his chest lightly. She chuckled, in a very sexy, wicked manner.

"They get punished..." she purred.
He gulped, his mouth slightly open and breathing shallow, staring into her mesmerizing eyes, and said nothing, simply because words wouldn�t rise to his head. Who�d have known timid and quiet little Tess could behave in such a seductive and predator-like manner? �Fear the quiet ones� ringed in his head dully and he quietly agreed to its wisdom. Fear the quiet ones indeed! She smiled wickedly, enjoying his actually stunned look. He looked so cute. She was dying to kiss him, but instead just teased him, barely breathing onto his lips and then pulled back and brushed her lips against his chin, kissing and caressing her way to his neck and sliding her body down his torso real slow.

Dante choked a moan, goose-bumps numbing his back and feeling warmer and gradually excited again as his blood seemed to rush faster through him. Her kisses and caressing and the feeling of her body rubbing down along his was almost excruciatingly good. But she stopped just before her buttocks got over his manhood and moved up to drop a smooth kiss on his lips. He frowned impatiently. Why was she stopping!?
"Tess..." he bellowed in mild protest.
She just chuckled in reply and resumed licking and kissing along his chest, and as her core passed over his crotch she straddled hard, enough to make it pleasantly painful, while kissing his chest and sliding downward, slower still. He gasped quietly. His hands twitched, wanting loose from the numbness to ride along her soft legs. He shifted his pelvis a bit, rubbing himself against her and getting a stiff moan from her, before she stopped again and sat up, looking flushed.

"You like this, huh Dante?" she asked wickedly, while grinding her pelvis against his, squeezing his manhood between her thighs, a bit painfully.

He breathed hard between his teeth. She was driving him crazy. "Y-yessss..." his voice shuddered as her legs closed around his manhood, and he only moved his pelvis against her again, wanting more.

She just giggled lowly and kept teasing him like that, caressing him and fondling his manhood with her body and her hands, and stopping now and then to just gently run her fingertips along his chest muscles or give him fleeting kisses that were clearly not enough for him.

He groaned in need, arms almost shaking in his desire to reach out for her supple body and caress it to his heart�s content.

"Tess...don�t tease me..." he bellowed, almost glaring at her.

She gave another little wicked chuckle and smirked. "Or what...?" she said mock-frightened.

His eyes widened when she wriggled downwards suddenly and delicately ran her fingertips along his hardness, making him twitch and breathe harshly. She teased with her fingers first, stroking and caressing tender spots, making him shiver in desire and wanting more. He cursed his restraints, whatever they were. A groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat when she flicked her tongue against the head gently. He squirmed a bit, wanting more from her, but she took her sweet time, and it was driving him nuts.
She smirked and repeated the same thing a few times, alternating teasing caresses with her tongue and smooth kisses and fondles with her fingers. Or she would stop briefly and let him moan pleadingly to continue. He tensed and moaned when her lips wrapped around his hardness and slid down its length, only to pull back before even going halfway down. She kept teasing him like that and driving him to the edge and then pulling back suddenly. He started fighting back his restraint, arms twitching and moving slightly. He wouldn�t take any more of her sweet tortures, and only wanted to have her again.

She noticed his arms moving and his fidgeting when she stopped again and straddled him again, wanting to tease him with kisses, and he shifted his pelvis abruptly, trying to push his manhood to her core. She stared at him as he bellowed in complaint. She smiled in a disarming manner. "Got you worked up, did I?" she chuckled. "That�s only gonna keep you down as long as you want it to..."

"You dare tease me, witch?" he growled, abruptly putting up his arm without effort and clutching the back of her head, pulling her face closer, and running his fingers up her thigh, pressing them against the skin.

She yelped briefly, but he wasn�t harsh, just possessive. His eyes stared into hers, and she shivered a bit at his red eyes...

"You were begging to be teased!" she replied with nerve. "Suits you right too."
He smirked at her. "And you beg to be punished yourself" he hissed, and slid his hands along her legs, cupped her thighs and moved her just enough to thrust into her. She moaned and tensed, already aroused by her teasing, her core feeling hot and aching. He fondled her soft legs and pressed her down there, moving his pelvis to thrust into her, letting a soft grunt as his manhood entered her core. She moaned and squirmed, squeezing her thighs on his sides, and let a wet sigh as he sat up, held her there and kissed her hungrily. His instincts were taking over and he was eager to follow them.
His hands found her breasts and cupped them firmly, subjecting them to a fervent caressing and massage, squeezing the nipples between his fingers. She moaned again, rubbing her pelvis against him with each thrust. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved with him, waves of pleasure washing over her. He moved a hand to her face, and gently pulled her into another kiss, rubbing his thumb against her skin. She gave in, returning the kiss and sighing. His hand moved to the back of her head, pulling enough to make her lift her chin so he could lick and kiss her neck, nuzzling at the soft skin. His hands roamed along her back and sides, occasionally cupping and fondling her buttocks as he thrust inside her hard and deep.
She moaned at each thrust, pressing herself down hard on his lap, racking his back with her fingers in sweet agony. She�d teased him into an inch of his climax and he was only barely holding back just to return the favor and please her. She moaned and moved to kiss him again, and in her eagerness the sudden move made him fall backwards on the bed with her pressed against him, but it didn�t matter now.
His thrusts got faster and deeper, and he caressed her neck with his mouth, breathing hard against her skin, his hands fondling her legs. She arched her back and screamed (!) pleasurably, caressing his chest with her hands, and moaning as he reached up and tickled her nipple with his tongue, nipping it slightly. He let a pleased growl and groaned as he peaked, pleased to hear her cry out in dizzy swoon. She panted and slumped over him, trying to catch her breath. He panted too, hugging her warm body, dotted with perspiration, caressing her back. He smirked to himself briefly. If she thought she was going to get away with teasing him just like that...
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