Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

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

And now this emptiness sapped my strength. A branch snapped. Something moved ahead. I shifted, sensing the darkness coalesce. “Reya.” The whisper twisted my blood cold. Raw, familiar power laced it. Dante stepped from the shadows. Cloaked in rage and burn scars. His single eye gleamed like obsidian. “You should have stayed in the camp,” he growled. “Safe.” I barely registered the dagger in his hand. “What do you want?” I whispered, exhaustion in my voice. “Your blood. Your line.”

"I am very sure you will want to follow your mommy. Then, we would see the kind of choice you would make. Become a servant like your mommy and sister, or come with me and become my heir." "I will never do that." Dante shrugged. "The little devil has made up his mind. You have made up your mind to follow the bad road and I cannot stop you." He looked at me and snickered. "I will be leaving now." He squatted before Derek. "I will be meeting you soon, my dear." Derek grabbed on to my hand, not even trying to let go, while Dianne was doing otherwise. Why doesn't she understand that this man over here is a different man entirely. He is not the man who would carry her like before and ay sweet word

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

They froze when they saw Dante. Mara recovered first. “Holy shit. The quarterback. In the flesh. And not on crutches. Miracles do happen.” Dante gave a small nod. “Hey.” Theo blinked slowly. “You’re… tall.” Priya slid into the seat across from him, eyes narrowed like she was grading him. “Do you read poetry, Dante Cruz?” He met her stare without flinching. “I read what Eli sends me.” She raised an eyebrow. “And?”

A cold reminder that this world demanded blood for betrayal. Anton was crying now, his hands bound behind his back, his face swollen from the earlier interrogation. “Damian, please,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “I swear, I didn’t want to betray you. Petrov forced me—” Damian stood over him, his expression unreadable. There was no hesitation in his posture, no flicker of mercy in his dark eyes. He looked at Anton the way a king might look at a subject who had failed him—impassive, indifferent.

“And the Devil delivered. Now I don’t know if I summoned protection… or damnation.” The bathroom door suddenly opens, dragging me out of my thoughts. I seal my mouth shut, hoping he didn’t hear that. I don’t look at first. I already know what I’ll see. Steam rolls into the hallway, curling like fog, and then— His footsteps. Dante walks out like a goddamn wet dream and nightmare stitched into one body. Just a towel slung low on his hips. Wet strands of black hair slicked back, water gliding down his chest in slow, lazy drips. Every muscle in his torso flexes as he leans against the counter beside me like this is the most normal night ever.

All I could do was cry. “I swear it, if I be Dante Vincenzo, I’ll make your life a living hell,” Dante drew his face closer to mine, his eyes now cold, locked onto mine. “I’ll become your worst nightmare, and you’ll regret ever knowing me. You’ll crave death, but it won’t find you. I promise you that,” his growl echoed in my ears, our gazes locked, revealing bitterness, darkness, hatred, and disgust in his eyes.

Dante said clenching his fist as he closed his eyes trying to get the anger he was feeling to creep back down into his gut. “He’s going to bring hunters here.” Wyatt whispered. Jace’s eyes flickered to Dante at the hunter statement. The veins in Dante’s arms were staring bulge outward. Jace nudged Wyatt as if ito say what the fuck to him as he quickly raced down the stair way to Dante. At this point Dante’s fangs had come out, he was hunched over and shaking trying to control and trying to stop himself from turning. Jace grabbed hold of him by the shoulders making him stand up right. Dante’s eyes locked with Jace’s.

She gasped, surprised, and then finally I kissed and sucked her ni**les badly. She held my hair and yanked me closer to her, I held her boobs and started sucking them both together while squeezing it hard in my hands. She was eager for me to fill her but I can't, as a human I can't f**k her but as a devil, I can. And I am still not sure if she is going to accept me in my true self. I stayed patient and instead of my d**k, I inserted my fingers into her while pushing her legs wider so that I could go deeper easily.