Trish Devil May Cry 2 Novels & Stories

The sound of dried leaves crunching came about from a distance behind Estevan. She gasped, “Estevan, DUCK!” She shouted, running for him as fast as she could. This time, it was a female devilion. It leaped out of nowhere, sharp claws coming out to slaughter Estevan’s head. “GET DOWN!” She repeated. Estevan didn’t seem to notice, but he obeyed. Larice made it in time to block the claws—but the strong impact forced her hand to lose grip of Gray Viper, blasting it away. She dropped herself down to evade the beast and then rolled over the ground until she hit a trunk.

He pushed him to the ground and landed punches on his face. Another henchman sneaked up on Spike and started punching him. Maykala and Knox tried shooting him, but the bullets dried up. So they dropped their guns and helped him. Knox used a chokehold on him, and the henchman tried to attack back. Maykala punched his face and kicked his testicles multiple times. The henchman groans in pain, and blood was dripping all over him. Knox let go of him after hearing no breaths from the henchman. Maykala spat on him and kicked him one last time in his gonads. Spike got up, and they checked to see if hwase alright.

His sword flashed in the floodlights as he lunged, aiming straight for Lucian’s side. Steel tore across Lucian’s arm. The cry ripped from his throat, raw and guttural. He jerked back, blood gushing down his sleeve, staining his hand crimson. “Lucian!” Ayla’s scream pierced the storm. But he was already moving. His face twisted into something feral. He ripped the blade from the guard’s grip, muscles straining, and drove it back into the man’s chest. Once. Twice. Again. Each strike more savage, more brutal, until the man collapsed lifeless into the mud, blood mingling with the rain.

Chapter 20 – His Cruel Game Lucian’s hand left her head and trailed lower, his touch deceptively slow as it slid along her thigh. She flinched at the contact, her body already tense, her mind torn between anger and a heat she refused to acknowledge. “You think the devil is cruel?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. “The devil at least bargains. I don’t.” Before she could react, his fingers found their way beneath the hem of her dress, parting her thighs with unhurried precision. His gaze locked on hers, daring her to look away as his touch brushed over her folds, slow and deliberate strokes that drew an unwilling gasp from her lips.

She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit. I watched the dancers and gently placed the cup on the table. One woman caught my attention, she wore a colourful mask, she danced near the DJ, her hands brushing his shoulders as she twerked on stage. “Wow, that's impressive.” My hands slightly covered my mouth. The bartender handed me another drink. “That's Lily,” he said. “You know her?” He nodded. “She is a popular dancer, she never shows her face.” I turned to watch her move. She turned back to the crowd. I saw a tattoo on her waist. It was a specific design.

“Yes without you.” He looked gutted. “Did you not say you would wait for me to get back before you seal the deal with that Aldridge babe.” he said. “Well about that, it is not Petra.” “Hmmm… so who is the unlucky girl bonded to you?" He asked. I stood up and walked around the desk. "Her name is Reva. She is beautiful. Tall with smooth dark skin. She has big brown eyes that look straight at you when she speaks.” “Her hair is long and she likes to wear it down. She has full lips and a body with curves that catch attention. She moves with confidence even when she should be scared."

From her coat pocket, she pulled a battered silver hip flask—holy water. She stepped close. “So… you’re the fucker everyone’s afraid of?” She hurled the holy water at the mirror’s face. It hissed and steamed. The surface buckled. “You don’t scare anyone anymore, you bastard.” From inside the mirror, a twisted, screaming face emerged—her face. Trish’s demon twin slammed against the glass, screeching in agony. “Nooooooooo!” Trish opened her Bible, voice firm as stone. “In nomine Domini, revelate! In nomine Domini, repellote! In the name of the Lord, I cast you out! Return to the Hell you came from!”

Her walls squeezed and managed me. “That’s it,” I grunt. “Keep going like that. Fuck.” She’s sweating profusely. Her mouth hangs open. Trish covers her mouth with hers, kissing her deeply with tongue. She carresses her lower belly with her fingers, feeling for my cock as it moves in and out of her twin. She drifts lower and starts rubbing her clit. Teddy cries out. She brings her hands up to tangle in my hair.

She is a Catwoman right now. Slowly, Princess Trisha from a corner, slowly moved swiftly sneaking in the dance floor from pair to pair; her every stride seemed to know fully well where to go. In her hand is a small silver ice pick, covered by her worn black gloves. A while ago, Dareon was actually surprised when he saw Second Princess Trisha get out of the ball hall and went inside the comfort room. Furrowing and following what his instinct and his apparition were telling him; he followed the Second Princess until she reached the women’s comfort room. Before getting inside the comfort room, the Second Princess even made some left and right glances to check if someone was around. Dareon hid o

, Alex stated sternly. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest as I let one leg out and then another. I started to take deep breaths in and out, Alex noticed it because I could feel his arm around my waist, holding me steady. “Just look at me.”, Alex said. I looked at him and his eyes were glowing, I felt drawn to it, I felt calm. “Good girl.”, Alex whispered softly. Just then, we heard an explosion at our door, my body jerked in shock and I lost my balance, causing me to fall. Damn…maybe…this is where…my story end…maybe, this is the end…of…The Devil’s Thirst Trap-