Devil May Cry Power Novels & Stories

One more finger and she screams quietly. “Oh,…Devilio, I am going to come!” “Oh, Kayola….not yet. Don’t come” he commands and withdraws his fingers. Kayola closes her eyes and waits for the tremors racking her body to stop. Without warning, Devilio wraps her sexy legs around his waist and plunges into her, making her cry out in intense pleasure. “Fuck!” Kayola screams, feeling full and stretched by his huge penis. The feeling is a mix of pleasure and pain and she thinks she’s gonna die from it.

Cain chuckles. “Harvesting your soul,” Cain states. His red eyes glow and grey aura is emitting from his body. Cain smiles mockingly. “Farewell.” The girl could feel her consciousness is fading. Cain yanks her life source out from her chest. The girl’s spirit vanishes. Cain squeezes the light and it scatters spreading throughout his body. He absorbs the life source and the grey aura goes back to his body. Then, his eyes return to his normal red eyes. He could feel power is flowing inside his body.

With my fingers, I thrusted into my pussy and stroked gently with a moan. It felt good, and soon, I was immersed in pleasuring myself. Just then, my eyes caught sight of the door knob turning. My eyes widened. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't as I haven't reached an orgasm yet. The door opened and my heart began to thud heavily when I saw a glimpse of black pants which I could swear I saw Dante wearing. Suddenly, I could see him standing by the door, his glare immediately shifting to an almost soft expression. His lips twitched when he saw me in a very compromising situation, with my legs still widely opened.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

He ate me desperately, sucking and swallowing, his fingers buried deep, fucking the mess back inside. I cried harder, the sensations assaulting me—his tongue cleaning every inch, probing for more, the burn of his fingers stretching me wide. My body trembled, on the edge despite the horror, the drug forcing pleasure where there should be none. “Why... why me?” I whispered brokenly, vision fading in and out. Cristian lifted his head finally, chin glistening with cum and saliva. “Because I can, Elijah. And because you're mine now.” He wiped his mouth, eyes dark with satisfaction, and reached for the table again.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."

"Devil Energy Amethyst." Devil Energy Amethyst, formed by gathering the Devil Qi. It is like the Spirit Stone, just that a Spirit Stone contained a large amount of Immortal Qi which was beneficial to the immortal cultivators. The devil amethyst, on the other hand, was for the devil cultivators. However, it was forbidden to have it in the Violet Manor. One could only obtain it in the black market. Not only that, the price of a devil amethyst was way higher than a Spirit Stone of the same level.

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.

Caelum’s breath caught. The Devil was losing control. Because of her. Because of the way she shook, the way she moaned, the way her body bowed and broke and offered itself up in trembling, desperate arcs. A shiver racked her then—full-bodied, helpless. Her thighs buckled, nearly giving out before she caught herself on a ragged inhale. Sweat dripped from her chin onto the glowing stone beneath. Her legs trembled so hard now that her chains rattled softly with each thrust.