Kinktober -- Dante Sparda

Kinktober -- Dante Sparda

Y'all remember when I said I'd start off tame? I lied, I cannot be tame when I comes to Dante. I hope you all enjoy the first of my works for Kinktober, remember to read the warnings and enjoy!!

MDNI!!(18+)

WARNINGS: Stripping, mentions of wounds, mentions of blood, monster-fucking, face-sitting, choking, stomach bulge, begging, size kink if you squint.

-----------"These Marks Will Be Real Hard to Explain."------------

You had followed your orders like you always did. The demons Dante told you to kill were dead, but he didn’t tell you how dangerous it would be. The aching muscles and stinging wounds gave you enough to be mad about, but this wasn’t the first time Dante sent you out alone on a dangerous job.

You shift your weight to one leg and lean against the phone box wall. With furrowed brows you glance at the sea of dead demons outside, listening to the phone's dial tone. Finally, Dante picks up.

“Devil May Cry! How Can I-”

“Dante!” You shout, interrupting him.

You hear him chuckle, “Hey baby, how’s it going out there?”

“Why the hell did you give me this job? You said it would be easy, you piece of shit!”

Dante’s sigh could be heard over the line.

“Listen, baby, we both know you can handle a lot,” he chuckles. “Consider it a test, alright? Now quit your whining and come back.”

Dante never did act like he cared when he sent you out on jobs like this. No matter how big the horde he always had some excuse for putting your life in danger. His foolhardy attitude made your blood boil, and you weren’t going to settle for some shitty apology this time.

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ see you right now, Dante.” You hiss before hanging up.

To spite him, you took your time walking back to the building. You stopped to pet every dog, smell every flower, and sometimes you stopped to take in your surroundings. When you do reach the building, though, it looks empty. Glancing through the windows you see nothing; Dante’s not at his desk and Nero is nowhere to be found. Part of you is relieved, so you walk into the lobby with your head held high. The dusty interior and messy desk in front of you never ceased to make you feel sick, but today something about it sent a chill down your spine.

You quickly walk up the stairs as unease encompasses you. Thankfully, your room isn’t too far from the top and you’re able to slip inside without making too much noise. You ease up and make your way to your dresser to change, humming as you sift through the drawers.

“Thought you’d never come home, babe.” A voice says from behind you. You turn around with a gasp, and your eyes narrow at the sight of Dante. He’s standing in your doorway with a nasty look on his face, and you can’t help but laugh.

“I fuckin’ live here! I’d have to come home eventually.” You pause and grip the hem of your shirt, bringing it up and over your head to tease him. 

“Not for you, though.” You finish.

Dante’s jaw tenses and he steps further into the room. 

“Where were you?”

You turn your back to him with a smirk, unhook your bra, and let it fall down your arms. Dante was near ravenous as he admired the curvature of your spin, and the way your waist looked from behind made him painfully hard. 

Dante chuckles and closes the door. “Come on baby, talk to me.”

You hastily unbutton your pants, and the sudden warmth of Dante behind you makes you pause. His hands wrap around your waist so he can pull you close, and though you were angry with him, it was hard not to lean into his touch. How his hands made your body purr and your mind weak was a wonder to you.

“You know I never meant to put you in danger, dollface,” Dante whispers. His hands squeeze your sides while he turns you around to face him. You look at him with angry eyes to hide how bad your body aches for him.

Dante pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles. 

“Tell me how to make it up to you.”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at the white-haired man. For a moment, you think about asking for a nice date, and maybe some flowers. But, Dante’s hands on your bare skin remind you of how exposed you are, and your mind begins to wander. You brush Dante’s hair out of his face and cup his cheek.

“Make me cum, and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

Dante’s eyes light up and he nearly drools when your words hit his ears. He leans in to kiss you, but you stop him by putting a finger on his lips.

“Not yet.” You say to him with a smirk.

Dante’s brows furrow and he pouts.

“I gotta get you off before I can kiss you? That’s damn cruel.”

You laugh and move close to his ear, planting a kiss on his neck.

“Get to work, then.” You whisper before pushing him down and onto the bed. Dante hits the mattress with a smile and props himself up on his elbows. He watches you intently while you pull your pants off agonizingly slow. Dante starts unbuttoning his pants, but you place your hands on him to stop him.

“Nope,” you pause and crawl on top of him. “I’m not fucking you just yet.”

Dante stares up at you in awe, he never could get over how good your body looked. You grab his chin to make him look at your face, then move your face close to his as a means to tease him. Your free hand moves down to slip your panties off, and your needy cunt drips at the way he grits his teeth. Dante’s hands come up to grab your ass, but once again he’s shot down by you pulling them away. You bring his hands up over his head, pinning him down with a grin. 

Dante groans and looks at you confused. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Letting you apologize.” You mumble while moving your body up so that your hips are in line with his face. Dante smiles at the sight of your dripping cunt, and his cock aches knowing he can do nothing but submit to you. You lower yourself onto his face, sighing in sweet relief when Dante’s lips hit your pussy. He immediately goes to work, his tongue parting your folds and exploring every inch of your tight warmth.

You inhale sharply and begin to grind against his face. Dante lets out a low moan in response to your taste, and the intensity of his ministrations increases. Your fingers fall away from his wrists, finding their way into his hair so you can pull him closer to your cunt.

Your moans fuel Dante’s lust, and his tongue delves deeper into you while one of his now-freed hands makes its way to your clit. His fingers are relentless, teasing and pleasuring the sensitive nub. You gasp, and your moaning turns into needy whining as his tongue continues its relentless assault on your tight core.

It wasn’t often Dante ate you out like this, so it didn’t take long for your legs to shake and signify the approach of your climax. Dante smirked as he continued his teasing, anticipating the sweet taste of your cum. You let out a pathetic moan as you come undone, the tight warmth in your core bleeding through your contracting walls. Dante chuckles and savors every drop of your nectar while you ride out your high. Pride grew in him with every whimper you let out, and as you lifted your hips off him he couldn’t help but smile up at your messy cunt. 

You smile looking down at him; his eyes are half-lidded and his chin glistens with your juices. Dante laughs and sits up, stretching and popping his neck.

“So, am I forgiven babe?”

You smile and cross your arms. “Hmm, I dunno. I feel like you can do better than that.”

Dante raises a brow and leans in close to you.

“Better?”

You nod while your gaze darts between his lips and his eyes. He had made it up to you, and you had forgiven him, but you wanted more of him. His mouth fucked you perfectly, and the outline of his hard dick through his pants taunted your sensitive pussy.

Dante smirked and cupped your cheek. “Can I at least kiss you now?”

You blush and nod, unable to stop yourself from leaning in to kiss him. The taste of your cunt is still fresh on his lips, and something about it drove you crazy. His hands move to your waist, and as he holds you. You pull away and plant kisses on his jawline, moving down to his neck. Dante grips your sides and groans, relishing in your touch.

“Can I really do better, or do you just want more?” He questions.

You pull back to look up at him with hungry eyes. You bite your lip and glance at his throbbing bulge before leaning in to kiss his neck once more. Your lips move up to his ear and you bite his lobe, earning a low groan from him.

“I want more.” You whisper while your hands slide down his clothed body. Dante’s jaw tenses and his hands explore your tender flesh.

“How much more?”

You pull away to look at him, and a familiar red glare in his eye catches your attention. Dante smirks and pulls his shirt off before laying you down on the bed and forcing your legs open. You laugh as Dante moves between your legs and caresses your thighs. His hands are rough but soft enough to send a chill down your spine. You close your eyes to enjoy his touch as his fingers near your wet slit, but he stops right before he reaches it. 

“Baby?” He says in a deep, growly voice.

You look at him and gasp; the burly man that once kneeled in front of you is now a huge, red-eyed demon. You had seen him Devil Trigger before but never expected him to fuck you in it. Your eyes scanned him, and when they landed on his cock you nearly fainted. Dante was already big, but now his dick was as long as your forearm.

His clawed hands moved up and down your thighs to reassure you. Your pussy throbbed as he moved your knees up to your chest, and while he loomed over you his cock found its way to your entrance. Dante plants his hands on either side of your head, and you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Wait,” you look up at Dante with wide eyes. “Is it going to fit?”

Dante’s laugh is gravelly, and he brushes your hair back behind your ear.

“It will, baby.” He leans down close to your ear, and the heat coming off him further arouses you. You feel his cock part your folds and ease into you. Your back arches and you whine while he stretches you out.

Dante lets out a breathy moan. “Come on, baby. You can take it all, can’t you?”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he pushes further inside you. The wetness of your pussy helps him slide in, but the sensitivity left over from your orgasm lets you feel every inch of him. Your cunt aches as his tip hits your cervix, a depth Dante has never reached before.

Dante pushed himself back up so he could watch your tight pussy take his cock. He held your legs open as he began fucking your swollen cunt, smirking at the sight of his length disappearing inside you. You cover your mouth to stifle your moans, and as you look down to watch him ravage you he forces more of himself into you. Pain shoots through your core as a bulge appears in your lower stomach. 

Dante smirks and places one of his hands on the bulge, pressing down on it as he fucks you. The pleasure of his girth mixes with the pain of his thrusts, and you can’t help but scream. Your hips ache as Dante slams himself into you, and as he holds one of your soft thighs, his claws dig into your skin. You whine, tears forming in your eyes as he nearly draws blood. 

Dante laughs sadistically when he pulls out of you, looking down to admire how your cunt gapes. You feel your walls begging for him, so you lift your hips to grind against his length as a way of begging for more. Dante shakes his head and holds your hips still.

“Do you want it that bad? Can’t stand not having me inside you, huh?” He teases.

You breathe heavily while your body yearns for him, nodding pathetically. Dante laughs and brings a hand up to grab your face.

“Then beg for it.”

You move your hips again and let out a breathy moan before speaking.

“Please, Dante, I need your dick in me. Please-”

Dante cuts you off with a slap, and you look up at him with an angry expression.

“What the fuck was that for?” You whine.

“You know what to call me when I fuck you. Say it right this time.” He growls.

You clench your jaw and roll your eyes, which earns another slap from Dante.

“Quit acting like a little brat,” he starts as he grabs your face in one hand. “Fuckin’ say it right.”

You nod, giving in to him reluctantly.

“Please Master, I need you to fuck me, please.” You beg.

Dante laughs and teases you by rubbing your clit.

“Do you need it? Or are you just a slut for me?”

You roll your eyes at his words and he laughs. He lines his tip up with your entrance again, his thumb still rubbing circles into your clit. Right as he slams himself back into you his hands come up to your neck. Dante squeezes your throat just enough to make any moans come out at meer squeaks. 

Dante’s cock fucks you better than before, and as your head starts spinning you feel your second orgasm approaching. Your brows furrow and your vision becomes blurry, but you can see Dante’s sinister grin as he fucks you.

“I love your pussy, baby.” He mumbles as his thrusts become sloppy.

Dante rolls his hips into you and he groans, his hands squeezing tighter around your neck. He lets out a loud, hoarse moan as he cums deep in you. The warmth of his seed pushes you over the edge, and as you cum with him your vision becomes even blurrier. 

-

“Babe? Hey, sweetie, are you alright?”

Your head throbs as you open your eyes to Dante, now back to normal, peering down at you. He smiles seeing you awake and cups your cheek.

“Don’t get up just yet, alright?” He says sweetly.

You whimper and take a breath as you scan your surroundings. You lift your head up, and Dante helps the rest of your torso to follow. He rubs your back and combs his fingers through your hair. You turn to look at him, confused.

“What happened?”

Dante blushes and looks away.

“I got carried away.” He pauses and looks at you with soft eyes. “You passed out.”

You laugh and lean into his chest. “And you did that?”

Dante wraps his arms around you and nods. 

“Yeah..” he trails off and kisses your forehead. “Are you feeling alright though? I know it was the first time we’ve done that.”

You nod and kiss his chest. “I’m alright, I think I’ll be sore for weeks though.”

Dante laughs and uses a finger to lift your chin up. He scans your neck, then looks down at your thighs. His brows furrow as if he’s deep in thought, and you tilt your head at him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

Dante shakes his head with a smirk. “Nothin’. These marks will just be real hard to explain.”