Devil May Cry/Bayonetta - Sparda's Angels

Author's Note: Here we are, Halloween. Last year, I wrote a LONG FF4 Halloween fic. This year, I didn't have anything planned, but as they day approached, I thought "Okay I'll try to get this semi-related in-progress fic off the ground finally." I started this back in March or so. Let that be an indication that while I love my own idea here, it might take a long time between chapters. I hope at least some of you leave a review, but also know that the mods and admins here at AFF have decided that authors responding to reviews with review responses isn't allowed. If I did it, they'd hide my fic. I put my E-mail in my AFF profile if you want to talk to me directly, otherwise enjoy!


"A table for three, huh? Right this way."

Lady led the small group of Blades into their abode. Her ass swayed, showing off the creep of wet stain climbing higher from her crotch to the back of her hot pants. Shuffling through the crowd, she guided her new lizard-beast patrons to their table among the assorted demon hordes and gestured to their seats. In the moment, she thought back on the day they came up with this crazy scheme.

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"You want to do what?!" Lady exclaimed.

"I want to start a brothel," Trish said. Her feet dangled off the edge of Dante's desk. Lucky for them, he was out on another mission. "We've pissed off a lot of demons by working as demon hunters, think of how much money we can make if we whore ourselves for their amusement. Telling them we'd love to suck demon cock alone should make us hundreds."

"Do you realize what you're saying? I like a bit of money as much as the next gal, but turning tricks for devils of all things won't end well."

Trish smirked. Her hand delved into the cleavage of her tight black corset, retrieving from its bountiful depths a special gift saved for the Son of Sparda's human consort: a pair of red sunglasses. "I thought you might need some persuasion. Put these on and tell me what you see."

Lady caught the sunglasses with the same lightning reflexes that Trish used to throw them at her, electric blue sizzling out on their rims. She looked at them and puzzled. "How are sunglasses going to show me anything?"

"Trust me and put them on."

Lady shrugged. Opening the temple arms, she slid them over her ears and stared out at her ally through its tinted lenses. A question on the tip of her tongue faded as she felt something pass through her. An energy. A spirit. Something snaked through her mind, down her spine and flooded her bust. Orgasmic bliss mounted in their pillowy softness, contained by the stiff sealing caps of her nipples, a seal she released with a few rough pinches. She cried out, ejaculating milky wetness into her flimsy cotton shirt with every tensing inner contraction of her breasts.

"You wanna start a brothel, huh Trish? Count me in."

"Not in that outfit," Trish tsked, finger-waving. "A lot of men and demons may like the school girl look, but you aren't half the slut you could be."

Lady smiled. "There's something so exciting about all this...! What do you want me to do?"

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"Hey! Lady!"

"The name's Lilith now." She corrected the humanoid green-skinned demon. One hand set against her cocked hip while the other waved a fly from her eyes. She sighed, as the insect nested with the swarm teeming in her wild, greasy black hair. "What do you want?"

"Beelzy here says you're working the tables because you're waiting for another clutch of his to come buzzing out. How long's it gonna take?"

Lady removed her sunglasses. Through tainted red and blue eyes, she looked at her latest mate, the Beelzebub's wings at rest between its exoskeleton and its wooden chair. Her red necklace hung from her neck, drawing demon eyes upon her filthy, wrinkled coat and the prize within it. The shine of sweat ensconced her breasts, each fleshy orb peppered with dirt and ash. Strutting to the table, she bent forward, exposing another nesting ground of her fly 'children' with the dangle of her cleavage.

"The next hundred will be out by tonight, same as the last ten times."

The demon, grinning at her open display, said, "Word on the streets was right. You really are giving it out."

"Now you know why I named myself Lilith. Give any of us a few bucks and we'll fuck anything that moves. We're all shameless here at Sparda's Angels."

Sparda's Angels. Not the best name for a brothel, but some corruption of Dante's famous agency like 'Succubi Won't Deny' wasn't all too catchy either. Lady scratched her head, stirring her hair-flies into a whirlwind over her as she took a pen and pad from her coat pockets. Jotting down the green demon's order, she moved to the bar, ripped the sheet from her pad and slammed it on the bar top. "Another order for you."

"So soon?" Gloria said. "I need some time to mingle with our customers. My ass is begging for another pounding."

"I can see that."

The protruding mass on Gloria's lower body called for notice. The thin white cloth of the woman's outfit teased at her bare privates, always ready to accept a mission. The woman's posture, impossible for a mere mortal, used her hips to push her rump out like an obscene, swaying target with every step taken in her high heels. Many times, Lady sat at the bar herself and watched as Gloria's haunting invitation lured in another twelve bucks worth of anal domination.

Lady asked, "Doesn't your back hurt from exaggerating your ass all the time?"

"Don't you feel disgusting for bringing in bar flies all the time?" Teasing, Gloria flipped a bottle into the air, caught it and shook. "I'll have their drinks ready in a few minutes. You get out there and grace our customers with your rank presence before the show. We don't want another bar fight."

A microphone tap caught Lady's ear. Turning, she looked to the stage and leaned back against the bar. "I don't think that'll be a problem. I'm taking a break. Bring out my usual."

Lady watched, taking cigarette in hand from Gloria, as the solemn woman stood in front of her microphone.