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Nevan's Prey	By : TheSky Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Nevan's Prey
- 1
The swirling
mass of bats, rushing around Dante, making the hem of his open red coat flap
forwards as they sped past, circled each other in a living tornado. The tornado
took lithe human form, and before long, she appeared.
The laugh that
she gave off as she finally materialized made Dante shiver uncomfortably, but
that was nothing compared to the form that gave off this seductive laugh. The
woman clothed in bats standing before him was a subject so dazzlingly
attractive that Dante gave off a large�but silent�sigh. Long, blood red hair
ran delicately down her head, past her shoulders, and ended covering her
modest, entrancing breasts.
Dante found himself looking into those hypnotizing red eyes, staring at
him with forbidden, evil lust. He only stopped in this when the woman before
him finally spoke.
�Mmm, welcome sir,� she said, and her voice was silky, but
with the definite hint of rough electricity. She took a step closer to Dante,
and thrust her breasts right up to his. Dante looked down, admiring the protected
morsels, as she purred. �Is this your first time here?�
�Yeah it is,�
answered Dante, taking a step back, wary of the obvious succubus. �You�ll be
nice to me, won�t you?� he asked, never one to let someone out-seduce him. The
woman merely smirked, and before Dante knew, it, she had cupped his chin in her
hand. He didn�t feel like fighting it�at least not yet. The pleasure from a
simple touch was what Dante needed right now, after fighting hordes of mindless
minions, all baying unsuccessfully for his blood.
And then she
circled him, like a predator; rubbing her hands on his face, before moving onto
the fabric of his favourite coat. �Of course I will,�
the woman assured him, stopping in her inspection right in front of him. �I�ll
treat you so nicely,� she added, �that you�ll never want to leave.�
�Now that�s
what I�m talking about,� replied Dante, fighting down the lump in his throat.
He struck a pose, and grabbed Rebellion, ready for the battle ahead of him. The
witch simply turned away, which annoyed the demon slayer a bit. He thought his
little moves deserved attention, but his adversary seemed to treat it as a cute
novelty. She walked away onto the Opera Stage, before turning around quickly,
eyeing the teenage hero with amusement.
�Come on then
Sugar,� she said, pointing a hand towards him, �come to Nevan.�
And he sure
did. Firing round after round into her, Dante realized that Nevan
hadn�t been expecting him to resist her charms. The succubus screamed erotic
bursts of agony, but Dante kept firing, not letting his quickly growing
erection hinder his aim.
�Don�t you
like me?� she screamed, and fired a stream of bats at him. But Dante was too
good for mere bats to trouble. Jumping high away from them, he focused all his
fire into Nevan, who was beginning to limp as she
moved about, futilely attacking the son of Sparda
with various beams of dangerous looking purple.
Suddenly, her
attacks stopped. As did Dante�s. This was all too easy
for the demon hunter, and he almost laughed as Nevan
seemed to shrink a little, muttering, �You cannot escape from me,� as she came
closer. Dante was ready to push her away, when�
She gripped
his face tightly in both hands, and instantly slotted her tongue into his open,
surprised mouth. Dante�s eyes shot wide open, and he met Nevan�s
joyful gaze, silently mocking him as the beautiful nemesis snaked her tongue
through Dante�s mouth, exploring all there was to explore.
Dante, to his
horror, found himself getting weaker. He couldn�t fight the woman�s death-grip,
she head him clamped on like a vice, and his knees were shaking too much to
offer any resistance. The pleasure he was feeling, the pleasure he knew was
because of the Ambrosia that tinted her breath, was unbearable. He surrendered
himself to the kiss. After all, what was the point in resisting? It was only
going to be useless, and besides, he was loving every
filthy second of it. The erection in his pants, the one he tried to fight back,
was having free roam, bulging against the leather fabric, trying to burst out.
He felt the liquid exit from it, and he briefly had a spasm, as Nevan still relentlessly probed him.
And then he
sensed Nevan�s hands on his chest, and a harsh,
unforgiving push. The kiss broke as quickly as it had begun, and Dante,
physically and mentally weak, was pushed against the ground. His eyes rolled
back into his head as the aftermath of the unbelievable embrace hit him, and he
barely heard Nevan�s smooth footsteps come closer to
him.
She straddled
him, looking down on her prey with jubilation, elated at such as young,
handsome, fit man at her mercy. Slowly, she moved the hair away from her right
breast, revealing the hidden treasure to Dante. He found it hard to focus, his
eyes still lolling involuntarily, but even with a dazed sight, he immediately
appreciated the nipple.
Nevan smirked in knowing dominance, before grabbing both
sides of his coat collar, and pulling the eighteen year old�s
head to the revealed breast. It was instinct, pure instinct to suck on the
exposed nipple, and instinct served well once again. It was the greatest thing
that Dante had ever tasted, and his face flustered with the sickly, beautiful
taste of the thing. It was strange, in his daze and confusion, he wanted it to
continue. But it evidently was. He just didn�t want it to stop.
While Dante
was enjoying this, Nevan had released a hand from the
boy�s collar, and had worked her way down to his leather pants. She allowed
herself a smile as she noticed the wetness that was already protruding from his
pants. She slid her hands over it, and treated herself to a taste. She purred
in satisfaction, and then began to slowly draw the zip down. It made the sound
that she presumed it would; a seductive, longing sound, that told of later
pleasures.
She raised a
surprised eyebrow at the sight of no underpants, but this was more to do with
her victim�s massive penis than anything else. Even now little drops of semen
came out of it, and as she slowly pulled the pants off Dante�s legs, she looked
at it with consideration. Yes, it was definitely bigger than Sparda�s, she thought. Sparda was
brilliant, but his son was already out-performing him.
Pulling her
breast away from the hungry demon hunter, Nevan
covered his lips with a finger, commanding him not to utter a word of
disappointment. She then tilted his head back, onto the ground, and moved
backwards.
�You don�t
mind if I nibble a bit, do you?� she asked to no one in particular. She knew
what Dante would be too out of it to respond. An exhausted, tired grunt
surprised her somewhat. The boy had a lot of stamina, she could give him that.
Wasting no
time playing with the thing, Nevan immediately
enveloped the cock into her mouth, sucking on the enlarged member, giving Dante
immeasurable, incomparable pleasure. He howled out in ecstasy, arching his hips
straight up, filling Nevan�s mouth with cum. In Nevan�s view, it tasted great, and she swallowed it
appreciatively.
Dante had
started to spasm again. He was too weak with the draining to do anything, and
at this stage, he really didn�t want to. Nevan had completely
dominated his thoughts, driving him wild for her sex, but this would do for
now. The white-haired boy had never felt anything like this before. It was
something else.
Nevan withdrew. She was certainly happy so far, but now it
was time for her new pet to do something for her. Grabbing his hands, forcing
him into a sitting up position, and then positioning him so he was kneeling
down, she walked away. With her back turned, she clicked her fingers, and
instantly her lower garments were gone.
�Thirsty,
sugar?� she asked, turning her head so Dante could see one red eye. �You�re in
luck,� she smirked, and then turned.
Dante�s eyes
once again grew wider as he saw Nevan�s clit. It was
a tight looking thing, and it was probably the most lust-filled, but at the
same time adorable thing he had ever seen. Combined with the earlier escapades,
and Nevan�s constant verbal taunting, he advanced on
all fours, tongue sticking out like a dog. Nevan
merely laughed at this, and spread herself out so Dante would have an easier,
more erotic time.
With no
incentive to start slow, Dante plunged his own tongue into the succubus�s
vagina and what he tasted, with the absence of liquid, was pure bliss. Probing
deep into the clit, trying to force at least something out, Dante found himself being worked up as well. He even heard Nevan mumble in pleasure, and he surmised that this was no
mean feat, and that he had done something extraordinary. More licking confirmed
this.
�Oh!� Nevan gasped, �oh Sugar! Have you done this before?�
He hadn�t. He
had gotten pretty close to it, but all in all, this was his first time. He felt
good for pleasuring his mistress, and even happier when he felt those beautiful
hands on the back of his head, pushing him deeper into unknown territory. His
hands, searching for something hold onto, clamped onto the woman�s backside,
and she seemed to buckle, if only momentarily. Dante could understand this full
well; he himself was raging like a beast, letting off small screams into Nevan�s vagina.
And then�and
then�the liquids flowed, into his mouth. Nevan was
certainly doing her own spasms now, as Dante drank up well, relishing the
perfect taste, the taste that made his own erection even stiffer. The taste�the
taste was something else. It was god-like; it was better than Dante had dared
expected. They should have put it in bottles.
�Not wasting any time to cool down, Dante
pushed the gasping Nevan down, and climbed on top of
her. Putting his cock into her now well licked vagina, he pumped up and down,
once again losing himself in her seductive gaze. His coat covered both of them,
and their tongues met once more in a passionate kiss. Dante felt the strength
he had recovered waning again, but he didn�t care, this was just too beautiful
to be worrying about little things like that.
His sperm
rushed into her vagina, and Nevan intensified her
hold onto his waist, dragging him deeper into her. Both his orgasm and his kiss
were weakening him, and before long, Dante collapsed onto the succubus,
completely spent.
Nevan, shaking her head, had to silently admit that what he
had just experienced was brilliant. She moved her hair back onto her breast,
and clicked her fingers. Her dress returned to her instantly. Dante, who was
lying on his back, seemed such an angelic sight. She charitably slid her pants
back on, making sure to have one last feel of that penis. She then stood up,
and shuffled over to the stage, looking in one of the prop boxes. She pulled
out what she was looking for, and gazed at it determinedly. It changed.
She waited for
a while, and when Dante eventually sat up, he attempted to speak. Nevan rushed over with lightning speed, and once again
clasped her hand over his eager lips.�
She took the thing in her hand, a collar with the word �Nevan�s� imprinted on it, and tied it around Dante�s neck.
She then looked at him. �You will have plenty of time to serve me,� she said,
�when you have defeated your brother. Until then, use me.�
There was a
flash of light, and when Dante could see, there was an electric guitar in the
place where he last saw Nevan.
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