Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

“She is Pan and still unable to get a partner, that must be because of her rotten personality.” “You take that back.” Harper pointed at Eden, still hiding behind Noel. “I just haven’t fallen in love yet.” “Right, and you want MY Noel? What a load of bullshit.” Eden scoffed at the woman. “I can recognise an angel and a devil when I see one.” She scoffed back. “Well, whatever, just keep a lookout, Eden. “Noel might be yours right now but one slip up and you will see me take him away.” She said, walking in front of Noel. “By the way, are you Bi?”

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

" so when the Devil went to catch the little angel , one look at the angel and he knew that he can never force her into his dark cage! Never!" Her heart is going crazy like the wheel and she can't seem to calm it now. He stops playing with her hair and traces her cheek softly . " you know who is the angel " But it's not a question. Yes "You know the Devil?" She nods "Say it . I want words." "You" Then His smile turns evil. ~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in

So what then happened this morning? I look at the indentation in the pillow where her head was and feel something I don't particularly want to examine. Her lips. That's the only logical explanation. She had intoxicated me with her lips. That makes a lot of sense, right? Yes. So I head to the bathroom. The shower is cold for the first two minutes because I need my head clear and the call from Daniel left a particular kind of frustration sitting behind my eyes that hot water won't help. I go through the numbers while I stand under it. Reynolds pulling out isn't catastrophic, I've known since the meeting that he was the kind of investor who enjoys the courtship more than the commitment. What I

Dante chose that exact moment to thrust two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. I cried out sharply in pleasure, my walls clenching hard around the sudden, delicious stretch. “Fuck—oh fuck, it feels so good!” The words tore out of me as Dante curled his fingers perfectly against that spongy spot inside me, stroking it relentlessly while Victor continued devouring my breasts, switching from one nipple to the other with wet, hungry sucks and little nips of his teeth. Dante pumped his fingers faster, the obscene wet sounds of my pussy filling the room. “That’s it, baby. Listen to how sloppy you are. You’re creaming all over my fingers while my father sucks on your tits. Such a perfect

I’m too turned on. Dante drops to his knees between my legs. His big hands push my thighs wider. “Look at you. So wet. Dripping down your thighs.” He dives in without warning. Mouth hot and hungry on my clit. He sucks hard, tongue flicking fast. I cry out, back arching off the chair. “Dante. Oh fuck.” He licks long stripes through my folds, slow and filthy, tasting every drop. Then back to my clit, sucking like he’s starving. His tongue circles, flicks, presses flat and rubs.

I was the only thing that was real. Dante took my right hand in his, lifting it to his face. I expected him to wipe the blood away, to show some shred of remorse for the girl I used to be. Instead, Dante lowered his head, his tongue darting out to slowly, deliberately lick the blood off my knuckles. He kept his eyes locked on mine the entire time, a terrifying, primal hunger burning in his gaze. "Now you are truly mine, Ivy," he murmured, his voice a low, obsessive growl that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "No more brother. No more cure. Just the mercury and the dark."

“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?”

Another source, a digitized letter from a Florentine priest, speaks of “the merchant Francesco, who was never quite the same after his beloved Lisa died, and who some say sold his soul to the devil in his grief.” Devil's bargain. The expression made the little hairs on my neck stand up. So I started going underground, poking around in the recesses of the internet most people never knew were there. Historical anomaly forums. Genealogy sites missing data. Digitized newspapers from cities in Europe and America. And I found him. Not Francesco del Giocondo. That name vanishes from the records after 1506. But other names appeared! Similar names. Suspiciously similar names.

Elena’s heart pounded as she watched him kneel before her, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Helios…” she whispered, her voice trembling. But he didn’t let her finish. His mouth was on her in an instant, his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh with a precision that made her gasp. He teased her mercilessly, his tongue tracing slow, torturous circles around her clit before dipping lower, exploring her depths with a hunger that left her writhing. Elena’s hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the damp strands as she pulled him closer, desperate for more. Helios chuckled against her, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine. “You’re so fucking wet for me already,” he murmure