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Dante was hiding something. And if there was anything Lady had learned in the four years since she’d known him, it was that Dante hiding something was never a good sign.
It wasn’t like it was a particularly uncommon occurrence, really. The poor guy was up to his ears in trust issues after a lifetime of not-so-nice treatment from humans, so he had a habit of keeping to himself- Which was fine, except for when it wasn’t, the days when he bottled up his feelings so tightly it seemed the pressure might kill him. Or, on the other hand, sometimes he kept secrets because he’d done something reckless and stupid, and was smart enough to realize that it was reckless and stupid, but not enough to stop doing it in the first place. Either way, it was never a good thing.
So, naturally, when Dante seemed on edge one day and told Lady he’d be “out of commission” for the next week or so without explaining why, Lady’s bullshit meter had jumped up to eleven. Weirder still was that he’d been very adamant that she not even stop by to visit during the next week; When she’d asked why, he’d very stubbornly refused to tell her, saying only that he “didn’t want to talk about it”. Alright. So either he was having some sort of mental health episode and was impulsively pushing her away, or he’d done something really dumb and didn’t want her to find out. As usual, neither possibility was good- Which, of course, meant that there was no way in hell she was going to listen to him. She was going to get to the bottom of whatever bullshit Dante was up to, whether he wanted her to or not.
She pushed open the door to the Devil May Cry without announcing herself beforehand, as per usual. “Alright dumbass, what’s up?”
Lady was met with an empty silence. She raised an eyebrow as she glanced around the shop and found no sign of Dante. Strange… Given that the fan was off despite the sweltering summer heat, maybe he wasn’t home? Lady almost turned to leave when she noticed the muffled sound of music coming from upstairs. Dante must have been in his room, then.
As Lady made her way up the stairs, she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with Dante. It wasn’t like him to just push her away without saying why; She’d been on the receiving end of plenty of “I’m a horrible monster and you’re better off without me” monologues, but “I don’t want to talk about it” was certainly a new one. Not to mention that the closer she got to the bedroom, the more she could smell traces of the charcoal-like scent she’d come to associate with Dante’s demonic magic… That only made her even more concerned and confused. Just what the hell was going on with him?
Well, she’d find out soon enough, she thought as she knocked on the bedroom door.
Dante groaned as he came yet again, and was disappointed but not even slightly surprised to find himself feeling little relief. He heaved a deep sigh, and rolled partway onto his stomach, growling in frustration into the pillow as his hips idly rocked against the bed beneath him. God, he felt like shit.
Why did it have to be so intense? It wasn’t his first heat- It’d happened once before, just before the Temen-ni-Gru- But it hadn’t been nearly this bad last time. Whether it was because he hadn’t yet quite entirely finished puberty, or because he hadn’t yet awakened the full potential of his demonic blood, he didn’t know; Either way, though, he was admittedly glad for it. He’d had enough on his plate back then, and he was thankful it hadn’t been worse.
Of course, none of that changed the fact that he was now a fully grown half-demon and, currently, uncurably horny and completely fucking miserable.
His dick twitched, evidently not satisfied with simply humping the mattress, and he rolled his eyes as he reluctantly shifted onto his back again. He wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead, and was unsurprised to notice scales creeping up his arm; Whatever. He’d given up ages ago on trying to maintain his human form, and had instead opted to simply let his indecisive body do whatever it was it felt like doing. It wasn’t like there was anyone around to see him, anyway.
His attempts to deal with the problem had been increasingly futile. He’d jerked himself off more times than he could count, tried using every toy he owned, in just about every way he could think of- Most of which currently lay strewn randomly about his bed, and none of which had been able to satisfy his need for more and more stimulation. (He knew he ought to clean them, but he couldn’t be bothered to get up. What did it matter anyway?) The bed was a mess of pillows and cum-stained blankets half draped over his legs, caught in an ongoing tug-of-war between the fact that it was disgustingly hot out, and the urge for anything that could even slightly approximate the warmth of another body wrapped around his.
What he really needed was a partner. He knew damn well that his body wanted someone else. Sure, masturbation was great on normal days, when he was bored or having a hard time falling asleep, but right now it was about as satisfying as shadowboxing when he felt the age-old longing for a good fight. A few times he’d considered trying to find someone to hook up with- Calling Lady to see if she was in the mood, or even going down to the strip club or one of the local gay bars- But he knew he couldn’t let anyone see him, not even Lady. Not like this.
And that was the worst part, wasn’t it? The pure shame of it all. Dante wasn’t generally one to be shy about sexuality, to say the least, but this… This was different. Humans, after all, didn’t have mating cycles. What Dante was experiencing was so very different from ordinary sexuality- Something other, something monstrous. An instinct, nothing but pure biological urges. Like an animal. It was wrong, and disgusting, and he knew he couldn’t let anyone find out about it.
This pure carnal need, this animalistic lust… It stood as a painful reminder that no matter how much he tried to blend in, he’d always be something less than human. The arousal he was feeling right now wasn’t like the attraction felt by humans, with their tender, socially acceptable feelings- Yet he could not will it to change into such, nor could he will it to go away. It was things like this that reminded Dante that no matter how he looked or acted, no matter how casual and coolheaded and normal he pretended to be, he would always be a monster on the inside if not always the outside.
He could not simply joke away his inhumanity.
Or his boner, apparently.
Stupid heat. Stupid demon genetics. Stupid everything. God, did he really have another week of this shit left to deal with? Couldn’t his heat cut him a break and end a little early, say, maybe five or six days early?
Regardless of his feelings on the matter, however, his body had made up its mind on what it wanted, as it not-so-nicely reminded him with a nagging pressure in his groin. He gave a huff of irritation as he reached down and gave his dick a few bored, almost mechanical strokes, so routine at this point that he-
Dante froze as he heard a knock at the door, and a familiar voice coming through from the other side. “Dante?”
Shit! What was Lady doing there?! Dante hurriedly grabbed the blanket and threw it over himself, and then went still and silent, hoping that if he pretended not to be home maybe she’d go away.
“I know you’re in there, you know. I can hear your music from downstairs.” Great. So much for that. Dante’s eyes darted around the room as if expecting to find some sort of escape… Hell, maybe if he tried hard enough he could psychically convince her to leave, ooh, you want to go home, these are not the demons you’re looking for, ooh you want to turn around and go home so bad-
Unsurprisingly, this did not stop Lady from pushing the door open.
The moment she walked into the room, Dante felt a feverish chill come over him. She was dressed appropriately for the summer heat, clad only in a cropped blouse and booty shorts, and the sight of it made his hips move on instinct beneath the sheets. He found his eyes drawn to her like a magnet, drinking in every feature. Her face, beautiful yet intense as always and flushed with warmth, god the faces he’d like to see her make; Her boobs, so full and soft and glazed with sweat, he wanted to bury his face in them- His mind bubbled with memories of their previous hookups, god he wanted her, his dick was aching and he knew what she felt like and he wanted to be with her so badly-
“Alright, Dante, what’s going on?” Lady interrupted his train of thought, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorway.
Dante blinked, forcing his gaze away from her hips. “I- I thought I told you not to come over this week,” he stammered.
“You did. Which is exactly why I’m here,” Lady replied. “You’ve been acting really weird lately, Dante. It’s- It’s got me worried about you. You’re obviously not feeling well. What’s wrong?” she questioned more gently.
“I’m, uh… I’m sick, that’s all,” Dante lied, averting his gaze. His hips twitched under the blankets, and he could feel his devil trigger crawling further up his body; He gritted his teeth and willed it away as much as he could.
Lady frowned. “You’re sick?” she repeated.
Dante nodded. “Yeah. I, uh- I got the flu, see? You- You should stay away so you don’t get sick.” He coughed into his elbow for emphasis.
Lady’s frown deepened, and she narrowed her eyes at him, as if searching his face for hints of lying.
“...You don’t have the flu,” she declared after a moment.
“What?! Yes I do! What makes you say that?!” Dante blurted out.
“One: You told me you’re immune to human sicknesses,” Lady pointed out, putting a hand on her (incredibly sexy, fuck) hip.
Dante blinked. “Y-Yeah, well, I guess I-“
“Two: That was the worst fake cough I’ve ever heard,” Lady continued, her words and her gaze quite intentionally dagger-like. “And three: You can’t schedule the flu in advance, Dante.”
Dante’s face fell.
“Alright, fine. You caught me. I don’t have the flu.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
Dante sighed, once again glancing away. “I… don’t want to talk about it. It’s- I- You wouldn’t like it. There’s a reason I told you to stay away.”
“What do you mean, I ‘wouldn’t like it’?” Lady questioned, a look of concern coming over her face.
“It’s… It’s… weird. And gross. It’s- It’s not right.”
Lady bit her lip, and moved closer to the bed, reaching towards Dante. “Hey, you know you can tell me anything, I won’t-”
Dante’s breath caught in his throat as Lady’s hand touched his shoulder, immediately sparking his full devil trigger. His eyes widened and his heart pounded in his chest, breath trembling, his whole body burning and aching with need.
“Stop,” he managed to gasp out, his voice noticeably weak even through the distortion of his demon form. “Don’t- Don’t tease me. Please.”
Lady immediately withdrew her hand. “I’m not teasing you,” she said, and her expression of worry seemed to deepen. “Come on, please, just… Tell me what’s going on with you. It’s obvious that something’s really wrong, and I- Ew! Is this what I think it is?!” she shrieked as she leaned against the bed, and hastily withdrew her hand from the blanket, staring at it in horror. “Dante, that’s disgusting!”
“I know I’m disgusting! I! Fucking! Know!” Dante snapped in response. He felt a lump growing in his throat, and ripped the blanket away from Lady, pulling it over his head and burying his face in the pillow. “Please, just… Just go away! I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m sorry. You don’t- You don’t have to fucking rub it in, ok?!” he shouted, voice muffled through the pillow.
His body still ached with need, and the thought only made him feel worse. He choked back a sob. Why couldn’t Lady have just stayed away?
“I… Didn’t say you were disgusting,” he heard Lady correct him quietly. She sighed. “If you really want me to leave, I will, but please, at least hear me out. Dante, I’m really worried about you, it’s never good for you to isolate yourself like this. I don’t know what’s going on, but I want to help you,” she insisted. “You’re my friend, and I care about you. Whatever it is, I promise I won’t judge you. Like I said, you’re my friend- That means the whole package, including whatever demon stuff or mental health problems you’re dealing with. I’m not going to turn on you, Dante.”
Dante went quiet for a moment, letting her words sink in.
“...If… If I tell you, you have to promise not to make fun of me,” he began tentatively.
“I promise,” Lady replied.
Dante sighed, and hesitantly poked his head out from under the blanket. For a moment, he found himself staring at Lady as if in a trance, no thoughts in his mind except how badly he wanted her to fuck him- And then she cleared her throat, and he blinked, letting out a breath as he came back to reality.
“...Ok, so. Uh. So demons, right.”
“Demons,” Lady repeated in confusion, watching Dante expectantly.
Shit. How the hell was he supposed to explain? Dante wasn’t sure if he could blush in his demon form, but if he could, he certainly was now, given how astronomically embarrassed he was. “Uh… so like… You know cats?” he found himself stammering out.
Lady raised an eyebrow. “The animal, or the musical?”
“Uh. Both, I guess?” Dante replied, frowning slightly as he recalled certain… choreography in the latter. (Boy, even while in heat he sure couldn’t think of that scene as anything but weird and uncomfortable.)
“Ok, what about them?”
“Right, so you know how they like… you know… Ah, fuck.” Dante buried his face in his clawed hands, too embarrassed to continue. Change of plans. “Ok, forget that, let’s try again. Um… You remember that one episode of Star Trek?”
“Gonna have to be more specific there, pal,” Lady replied.
“The, uh… The one. With Spock. And Kirk.”
“Right, that really narrows it down,” Lady deadpanned.
Dante facepalmed. “The one where they go to Spock’s home planet!”
“Oh, that one,” Lady answered immediately- And then her eyes widened in sudden realization, the gears turning in her head as she put two and two together. “Wait, you mean- Dante, are you… In heat?!”
“Yes,” Dante confirmed with a long, deep sigh, turning away and lowering his gaze in shame even as he found himself once again grinding against a pillow beneath the blankets. (Had he been doing that the whole time, he wondered?) “I’m sorry, Lady. I really- I really didn’t want you to find out, I…” he trailed off, not sure what to say, or even really what he should say. What could he say, that could possibly make up for what was wrong with him?
Lady frowned. “I don’t understand. What are you apologizing for? And why didn’t you want me to find out? It’s not like we haven’t had sex before- Or even weird kinky demon sex, at that,” she pointed out.
“I know, but… This is different. I mean… Humans don’t have- fucking mating cycles, Lady,” Dante replied, gritting his teeth nervously. “It’s- It’s wrong. Like an animal.”
Lady reached out a hand, flicking Dante with her fingernail square between the horns.
“Ow! The fuck was that for?!”
“Humans are animals, dumbass,” Lady huffed. “What, don’t tell me you seriously thought I was going to ditch you just because you don’t have some deep, philosophical motivation behind being horny?”
Dante stared. “...W-Well, when you put it like that it sounds kinda dumb…”
“That’s because it is, you big idiot,” Lady replied, though there was no bite in her voice. She gave him a sympathetic smile, and once again sat down on the edge of the bed (albeit carefully avoiding the blanket). “Now then, if that’s all it is… Is there anything I can do to help? I’m totally down to bang, if you-”
“Please,” Dante found himself blurting out. “I-I mean, if you’re sure, that is,” he stammered awkwardly.
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t,” Lady answered. “Here, I’ll go grab a condom. Do me a favor and get rid of your gross cum blanket, would you?” she added as she stood up, crossing the room to the dresser and opening what she and Dante so affectionately referred to as the “horny drawer”.
Dante gave a snort of amusement. “Fair ‘nuff, man.” He bundled up the offending item, and tossed it in the general direction of the laundry pile- Missing spectacularly, as he hadn’t really been trying. He’d been far too distracted by the sight of Lady’s backside, her shorts deliciously low cut, her back just as well-toned as the rest of her. It took a hell of a lot of strength to regularly lug around a rocket launcher like it was nothing, and oh, Dante was deeply aware of that fact; Watching the way her shoulder muscles moved as she reached for the drawer, he found his hand drifting towards his crotch, but pulled it back. He’d be getting his fill soon enough.
“Geez, it looks like this thing got hit by a tornado,” Lady commented as she dug through the even-less-organized-than-usual drawer.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much how I feel,” Dante replied, with a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
Lady gave Dante a sympathetic look as she returned to the bed and held out the sealed condom to Dante. Dante, however, did not take it, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away awkwardly.
“Uh, sorry, do you think you could put it on? I-I’m worried I might break it if I tried,” he admitted, waving a clawed hand for emphasis.
Lady raised an eyebrow. “Can you not just… you know… un-trigger?” she questioned in confusion.
“Too horny,” Dante replied with a whine, flopping back down against the pillow dramatically.
“Seriously? Man… You really are having a rough time of it, huh?” Lady bit her lip.
“Yeah, no fucking shit,” Dante snapped, and then immediately thought the better of it. “Sorry, I- I didn’t mean that. I’m just…” he trailed off with a sigh.
“It’s fine, I get it,” Lady assured him as she tore open the condom. “Is this, like… A new thing for you?”
Dante shook his head. “Not exactly. From what I can tell, it’s- Ah, fuck,” he gasped as Lady rolled the condom on, enthralled by even such a small amount of touch. Lady blinked in surprise, but said nothing as Dante took a deep breath and hastily regained his composure. “...Uh, seems like it happens every four years, around the summer solstice. Last time was a lil’ bit before the Temen-ni-Gru, but it wasn’t this bad back then- Guess ‘cause I hadn’t gotten the whole magic shishkebab yet. Maybe.” He shrugged.
“Well, hey! Cheer up, then- Every four years is better than every year,” Lady pointed out as she tossed away the condom wrapper.
Dante shot Lady a glare, pointing a finger. “Hey. Do NOT fucking jinx me, Lady. Now shut up and fuck me already.”
Lady laughed. “Yeah, sure. How do you want to do this, then? Anything in particular you’d like me to do?”
Dante opened his mouth to respond, yet his brain seemed to short-circuit at this question, all manner of sex acts running through his mind. Fuck, he wanted any and all of them, or everything at once- He wanted to fuck Lady, he wanted her to peg him, he wanted to eat her out, he wanted her to suck him off, absolutely anything. How could he possibly decide when everything sounded like heaven? Any way she wanted him was more than fine with him; He just wanted to be touched, to feel the warmth of her body against his and fuck her until sunrise and-
“Dante?” Lady prompted, snapping him out of his fantasy.
“Uh.” Dante blinked several times, trying to gather his brain-mush up enough to say words. “A-Anything. Anything’s fine. Or everything. Let’s- I want- I-I just, yeah,” he broke off into incoherent stammers.
Lady fought back another laugh. “Anything, huh? Hmm, let me think… Well, it has been a while since I’ve had some good dick, let alone fancy demon dick,” she said teasingly, glancing down at Dante with a hint of a smirk. “How about I bottom this time? Does that sound alright to you?”
“God, that sounds really good,” Dante breathed.
“Alright then!”
Lady smiled brightly, and wasted no time in getting undressed, placing her clothes in a loose pile on the chair in the corner. Dante couldn’t help but notice that she was already wet- Not an unusual occurrence for Lady, who seemed to get much wetter, much faster than anyone he’d ever been with, but nonetheless it was hot as hell. She climbed into bed next to him, sitting cross-legged, and Dante immediately sat up to face her.
“I’m sure you probably want to get right to it, but I’m gonna need a little foreplay before I can handle all that,” Lady admitted, casting an amused glance towards Dante’s dick. “So, kiss?”
Dante wordlessly leaned in to fulfill Lady’s request. Despite his desperation, Dante took care to be gentle with Lady, ever aware of how sharp much of his body was his demon form. He hummed in contentment as Lady brought her arms up around Dante’s face, gripping two of the horns that protruded towards the back of his face.
Even though he was, still, so horny he felt like he might die if he didn’t get laid immediately, it was… Somehow nice, the way Lady treated him with such gentle kindness. It seemed almost contradictory the way her tenderness calmed him, a welcome comfort after nearly a full day of misery and self-loathing. Just knowing that he had a friend who loved him, being treated like a person after he’d convinced himself he wasn’t one, made him feel like such a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
But he was still absolutely fucking off the charts horny, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to change his mind about what he wanted.
Lady, it seemed, was more than a little into it as well, letting out a muffled sound of pleasure as she deepened the kiss. She gently nudged at the two long claws that tipped Dante’s demonic wings, and he obediently unfurled them, allowing her better access to his chest; She brought her hands up between the two of them, tracing along the cracks in the leathery skin of his chest, where a warm flame glowed gently. Dante trembled at the touch, and pulled Lady closer, adjusting his position to grind against her leg slightly.
Lady finally broke away from the kiss and grinned as she took a breath. “I don’t know why you’re so self-conscious. As if this isn’t the hottest thing in the world,” she commented, gesturing in Dante’s general direction.
Dante gave a snort of amusement. “Geez, you’re so horny. And clearly out of your mind.”
“Hey, that makes two of us, takes one to know one pal,” Lady retorted. As she spoke, her hips moved in time with Dante’s.
“Mm… You ready yet?” Dante murmured, gently dragging two of his knuckles up underneath Lady. (God, feeling how wet she was only made him more desperate…)
Lady shuddered and gave a quiet gasp as Dante’s fingers brushed against her clit. “A-Almost…”
“Shit, I wanna fuck you so bad… Uh, for- For now, though, is it cool if I play with your boobs?”
“God, please do,” Lady replied breathlessly.
Dante grinned, and eagerly reached up to fulfill Lady’s request. As before, he was cautiously gentle, all too aware of his devil form’s sharp claws- He knew Lady didn’t mind a few scratches, but he’d hate to accidentally draw blood. For this reason, he felt her up primarily with his palms. Not that this made the experience any less enjoyable, for himself or for Lady; Her boobs were just as perfectly, mind-numbingly soft and squishy as always, and she sighed contentedly as she relaxed under the warmth of Dante’s hands.
He felt Lady’s nipples gradually stiffen with the stimulation, and the feeling made his mind practically go blank. He needed more.
Glancing up at Lady for just a moment, he lowered his hands, and brought his head down along with them. He pressed his face close to lady’s chest and flicked out his tongue, dragging the flat of it slowly up her breast-
“Oh my god,” Lady gasped. “Hang on, I- I-I’m gonna lie down for this,” she stammered.
Though reluctant, Dante nodded, and pulled back to allow Lady to lie down. She leaned back- And then paused, wincing slightly; Reaching behind herself, she pulled out a dildo from underneath her back, frowned at it for a moment, and then tossed it away unceremoniously.
Dante gave a sheepish, apologetic grin. “Sorry ‘bout that. This place is a bit of a mess. I, uh… Yeah. Sorry.”
“No kidding,” Lady replied with a snort, raising an eyebrow at Dante. “Forget about that, though. I want you to play with my boobs more.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Dante muttered as Lady lay back down.
Dante positioned himself above Lady, bending down to lick at her tits with no small amount of enthusiasm. He dragged his tongue tantalizingly slowly up the underside, and then around in circles, reveling in the moans she gave as he kissed and sucked and swirled the tip of his tongue around her hard nipples. As he did so, he pressed one knee up against her crotch; She moved her hips in response, grinding shamelessly against his thigh.
“Fuck,” she gasped, voice shaking. “I’m r- I’m r-ready now.”
“Are you sure?” Dante asked, though his voice was just as heavy with desire. “God, I- I want you so bad, but I don’t wanna hurt you, so-”
“I’m sure. I want you to fuck me, right now,” Lady repeated, and despite the way her voice still shook with arousal, there was not an ounce of hesitation to be found.
“God, fuck, ok.”
There was a brief moment of awkward shuffling around, the bed creaking and bending as the pair searched for a mutually comfortable position. Once it seemed they’d found one, Dante took a deep breath, and looked to Lady in search of confirmation.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yeah,” Lady replied without hesitation.
Dante couldn’t help but laugh slightly, and a genuine smile spread across his face as a wave of affection suddenly came over him. God, he was so lucky to have Lady. To have a cool, kind, and very sexy friend, who accepted him fully for who and what he was, who was very down-to-fuck but respected the times when he wasn’t, who never demanded romance or-
“Hold on,” Lady grunted just as Dante began to line himself up with her entrance, and he paused immediately, pulling back and glancing at Lady questioningly.
“What’s up?” he asked, frowning in concern.
“Do you hear that?”
Dante’s frown shifted to one of confusion. “What are you-” He followed her gaze to the window, and only then did he notice the unmistakable sound of scratching and growling. A relatively low-level demonic aura emanated from outside, though it hadn’t registered as enough of a threat in his mind for him to pay attention to it before.
Before Dante could say anything, Lady sighed, rolling her hips over the side of the bed and hopping to her feet. She yanked the curtain aside, heedless to her state of undress.
“Sorry, we’re closed. Come back later.”
As she pulled the curtain closed again, Dante heard a hiss, and a demon (What kind, he didn’t care enough to notice) plunged a claw through the glass. Again Lady heaved a long, drawn-out sigh of irritation, rolling her eyes as she glanced back at Dante. “Hey, Dante-”
“Way ahead of you,” Dante called back as he reached for the nearest firearm. He tossed it to Lady, who caught it with ease, and twirled it elegantly in her hand before firing several rounds dead into the demon’s head.
Lady didn’t even spare the demon a glance as it fell to the street below with a shriek. Instead, she placed the gun casually down on the dresser, and scowled slightly as she climbed back into bed.
“Geez, what’s a girl gotta do to get some privacy while she’s fucking around here?” she commented sarcastically.
“Not fuck Hell’s Most Wanted, I’d think,” Dante replied. “Fuckin’ demons always up my ass… And not in the fun sexy way.” He sighed, shaking his head in dismay. As he spoke, however, he gently grasped Lady’s hips to guide her onto him, the momentary interruption practically forgotten already. All that mattered right now was the desperate, burning need that had been eating away at him all day.
Lady gave a half-laugh, half-sigh, smirking slightly as she pressed closer to Dante. “Well, I think I could stand to have a certain demon up- Mm, yeah, just like that,” she gasped as Dante carefully pushed in.
Whatever Lady said next was lost to Dante’s ears. His mind seemed to go blank as he found himself enveloped in pure euphoria. Lady just felt so right around him, warm and slick and comfortably tight and- This, he could feel it, this was what his body had been screaming for since last night. The sense of sheer relief after a full day of frustration was enough to nearly bring him to tears. Still, it wasn’t quite over yet; On the contrary, Dante’s fun was only just beginning.
He took a deep, shaking breath as he forced himself to remember to pay attention to his partner. He pulled what he could of his brain out from its trance, just barely enough to stammer, “A-Are… Are you..?”
“I’m ok. You can go ahead and start moving,” Lady confirmed, and gave a shuddering moan as he began to do so. “Mm, Dante…”
“Fuck, this f... F-feels so good,” Dante gasped breathlessly as he rocked his hips back and forth, overwhelmed by the way Lady squeezed around him. “So, s-so good… Fuck, Lady, you’re so hot. I love you.”
“You too, Dante,” Lady replied breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around him. “Ah, oh, oh god… H-Harder, please…”
Dante gave a grunt of acknowledgement, and began thrusting faster and harder, pulling back further and slamming in deeper each time. Every movement brought him closer to the edge, and as he felt Lady grow twitchier underneath him, he knew he was seconds from going over.
“Mm, oh fuck, I- Aah, I’m go- I’m- I-I’m gonna-”
“Me too,” Lady gasped without even needing to hear the rest. “I-I’m gonna cum, I-” Lady drew in a sharp breath as she ground down hard against Dante’s dick. “I-I’m cumming, I’m c-cumming, oh god, Dante I’m cumming..!”
The two pressed close to each other as they came simultaneously, the tightness of Lady’s pussy around Dante’s dick sending electric jolts of electricity up his whole body. He came long and hard, longer than he’d ever cum in his life, until it felt as though every ounce of the energy he’d built up over the past 24 hours drained out of him all at once. He tied off the condom and tossed it with the last of his strength, and collapsed onto the bed next to Lady, exhausted.
“Thank you, so, so much,” he sighed, nuzzling against her and giving a weak smile. “Seriously…”
Lady smiled in return. “Glad I could help. Thanks for the nice fuck,” she added with a wink. “Now then-”
“Now… I go sleep,” Dante murmured into Lady’s shoulder, and shut his eyes.
Lady blinked. “What? No, now you need to take a shower. Dante, come on!” she exclaimed, elbowing him lightly. “Dude, at least take care of all your slimy toys first.”
Dante’s only response was a small grunt as he pressed himself closer to Lady. His gentle, quiet breathing indicated that he was well and truly asleep.
Lady sighed, and watched Dante thoughtfully for a moment. He really did seem exhausted… Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to do him one more favor. Just this once.
After all, once every four years wasn’t so bad. Right?