Devil May Cry Dante X Reader Novels & Stories

My mind was still replaying it, his forehead pressed to her temple, his voice dropping into that low Italian growl, calling her amore mio arrabbiato(my angry love) like she was something precious instead of a collared problem we bought for ten million. Could he have fallen for her? Nah. Impossible. Dante is the steel spine of this pack. The oldest. The leader. The one who taught us how to kill clean, how to rule without apology. He’s a psychopath, sure, same as the rest of us but his is surgical. Controlled. Mine? Mine’s a fucking wildfire. Ryker’s is a blade that likes to play. Asher’s is a quiet, smiling abyss. But Dante’s rage is ice. Precise. He doesn’t lose control. Ever.

Dante's POV Angel stood resolute; her beautiful chocolate eyes now clouded with tears. "I, Angelique Baker, of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, reject you, Dante Greene, Alpha of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, as my mate." The impact of her words sent me crashing onto the soft grass, my hands instinctively gripping my chest as if I could contain the ache that spread within my being. Each syllable felt like a merciless blow, causing my heart to fracture into a million agonizing shards.

A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME. At MY mercy. Hope flicks her tail playfully, and bats her eyes. Dante walks up to Rowan, clearly without any fear at all, and sniffs him. Hope wiggles our nose as the stench of sulfur and burnt skin flitters into our nose. When the devil huffs slightly, actual fucking smoke comes out of his nose. *Ohh man that’s awful,* Hope says, as she fights trying not to show her disgust at the smell. We stand frozen when the devil scoops up Dante’s large body and brings him so their noses rub. Awwww!

He growled, letting go of her arm. The young woman fell to the ground and began to back away even as her hands sank into the damp sand. Her wide frightened eyes stared up at him with a mix of surprise. She had thought that she had found someone to help her and instead found herself staring into the eyes of the devil himself. She whimpered in fear and turned to crawl away from him but Bernard pounced. He slammed her head into the ground as she pleaded for him to let her go. She struggled against him as his body covered hers.

My voice was crying out as Dante faced hs attention to my other aching breast, grazing its pebbled peak with such a desire that seemed to rip through me. Dante was definitely skilled with his tongue. No doubt about that. His hands trailed to my underwear as be began playing with the hem of my panties. Slowly, he pulled down my panties whilst still sucking me. I helped him pull it all the way down, leaving me completely naked before his lustful orbs. "Dio sto sbavando" Dante gave a throaty and husky groan in Italian feeding his eyes on my naked body. My face heated up even more and my pussy throbbed so much as Dante stared at it.

He rested his hands either side of my head, his movements speeding, and feeling my body shake, Dante pushed his hand between us, rubbing circles of eight that had my body collapsing as I screamed. “Scream my name, neonata, let everyone know that I am making you feel good” he said, resting his head on the crook of my neck. I tightened my arms around his neck, scratching his back a little bit as I tried to calm myself if a little bit; however, his hard thrusts made it harder for me to focus on anything but him, and as if his thrusts weren’t making things hard enough, his finger made me arch my back as I climaxed over his cock, making a mess out of it as I squirted. Dante rode me off for a few

“C’mon, man. Help me out of here.” I halted in my step. I thought about Synestra. I thought about how she would want me to react in this situation. I knew she would want me to help him. I knew she would want me to show him compassion, knowing she loved him. I knew what she expected of me. I also knew that she was very aware of who I am. She loved me in spite of who I am, or maybe she loved me because of who I am. I am Damien Raines, future king of hell, and I show no mercy. I continued to walk out. Gabriel could find his own way out.

could mean many things, most of them illegal. He asked about my friends—Raine and Sheila—and I found myself telling him about Raine's obvious crush on his friend Jax. He laughed at that, a genuine sound that transformed his face, making him look younger, less dangerous. "Jax has been talking about some blonde he met at The Devil's Forge," Dante said. "Wouldn't shut up about her. That your friend?" "Sounds like Raine," I confirmed. He smiling despite himself. When he laughed, my eyes were drawn to the strong column of his throat, to the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders.

Dante grabbed his shaft, stroking himself with a frantic, desperate energy. "Look at me, Bria," Dante commanded. "I want to see your eyes when I mark you." The first jet of his cum hit my cheek, hot and heavy. Then another splashed across my lips and nose, painting my face in the white heat of his release. Malachi followed, his seed splashing across my forehead and hair. I lay there, shivering, my body a map of their combined lust, the white liquid dripping down my skin. Cyrus stood over me, his shadow looming large on the walls of the pit. He reached down, his finger tracing a line through the cum on my chin before looking up at the tiers of masked faces.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”