Novel & Cerita Devil May Cry Crossover Fanfiction

But I had a goal that needed to be reached, I pulled away from her and I began to undress her, throwing the clothing on the floor. I was as hard as a rod and precums were leaking from my aching erection. She groaned when I bit her lips. Blood came out from there and I licked her lips. I let my fingers trail down from the base of her neck, over her perked nipples, dipped down then into her belly button, and finally wrapped them around her pussy. "You want me, right?", I demanded as her eyes were closed and breathing was getting higher and higher. End Of POV:- ... The devil drowned himself in her beautiful petite body. She was half naked and her eyes were closed. The devil kissed her eyelids a

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..." If the last Lycan was The Devil, I thought I might want to go to Hell. ________________ Helen POV The Devil's Lair "You have to wake up now! C'mon, c'mon!" I forced my eyelids to open. They felt so heavy I thought I would have better luck lifting the world. My head hurt badly and I could feel bruises forming on one side of my body where I'd evidently been thrown down to the ground by whoever had abducted me.

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

“No. I don’t think I can. I will.” Behind him, movement: Valentina stepping into the courtyard, her coat soaked, her sleeve stained with blood. Dante’s eyes flicked to her for a fraction of a second — not with fear, but with the fire of recognition. She had survived her front. She had cut Cruz’s hand from the board. She was here, where she belonged, beside him. Cruz’s smile thinned as he noticed her, his eyes narrowing. “Ah. The little princess returns. Tell me, Valentina — do you know whose blood runs in your veins? Do you know you carry the devil’s name as well as his child?”

Instead of freeing herself she laid there laughing,“ Daemon, I don't know why Xerxes chose to make you a grand lord, because you have a really weak heart not befitting someone of that league, you are the only one who knows about this, we won't be caught if you don't go telling tales. Now get your hands off me!, don't think you will rat me out to get me off the picture, I think that your play thing is with a child.`` “ Leah!, don't you dare cause her any harm!” He threatened with reddened eyes . “ Then be good to me, I also want to carry our child, Daemon, why can't you accept the fact that I'm your soulmate and not her.“ Daemon's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. He was greatly dumbfo

Darina screamed with his eyes closed as he try to control the devil inside him. "What is wrong with you please make love to me I have missed your touch" she raised his hand and placed it on her b*obs. "Go Lucy just leave me" he yelled again trying to control himself. "This is not..." She pause in shock when Darian's growl become louder he opened his eyes and her eyes met with his red eyes, which send fear down her spine. "The devil's eyes" she called weakly and with all her strength she pulled away from Darian as she made her way towards the door.

“Thank you for taking it upon yourself to look for me. I appreciate, sir.” “See you when you get better.” “Yes sir.” She flashed him a smile and followed as Kira led the way inside the house. As soon as they were out of sight, Fernando rushed to Axel and grabbed him by the collar. “You son of a bitch!” Axel’s men wanted to make a move but he raised his hand, stopping them. He didn’t try to fight Fernando or take his hands off his collar. “You are manipulating her. You and your father are the real devils and she’s not supposed to be around you because you will only end up delaying her from getting her right…”

The stinging blows to her thighs only add to the overwhelming sensations, pushing her closer to the brink of madness. Hazel's fingers dig into the sheets, her nails tearing holes as she's pounded into oblivion by Damon's monstrous cock. Her mind splinters, unable to process the torrent of pain and pleasure coursing through her shattered form. "I'm yours, Daddy! Only yours! Use me, abuse me, ruin me!" Damon's feral grin widens as he hears Hazel's desperate declarations of ownership, her surrender to his depraved desires. He pistons into her with renewed vigor, each thrust driving her further into the abyss of pleasure and pain.

Then back to my lips again. And he whispered, so low I felt it more than heard it, “I repeat myself, Matilda. I can do anything I want with you.” My breath caught, but not in fear. In this sick, twisted surrender I couldn’t shake. And I closed my eyes, just for a second, because my body betrayed me—betrayed itself—before my brain could catch up. He chuckled. It was low, almost a growl, and I saw something flash in his eyes—fire that he refused to let burn out. And just like that, he pulled back.

Damon's POV: I could not understand what I had seen. The girl by the river. The one with the green eyes and the fire‑bright hair. I had only ever seen Rhea in dreams. I had only ever held her in memories that were not memories at all, but echoes of a life stolen from me. My true mate. My Rhea. Killed by the heavens before my eyes. I need to get my revenge for her.