La Chaleur - The Heat of a Lady

Author´s note:

Still and yet again I have corrected mistakes from last chapters but I’m sure I have missed few of them... But no worries! From this on, author Slayer-XY is working as a volunteer of the La Chaleur and will be reading all the chapters correcting grammars and typos before the chapter is submitted here. That will help me and also make your reading experience more enjoyable. I’m a grammar freak in my native language (I even write my text messages with proper grammar, haha!) so it drives me crazy to know there´s something wrong with my chapters and I don’t know what! xD Either I don’t find it or I´m just to blind to it.

I warmly thank Slayer-XY for this helpful gesture! It will be paid

YAY!

Hot and juicy adult situations ahead!

My first time in writing something like this. Be gentle.



--



The way back to the Devil May Cry office had never been so long before and for Lady she had never felt such intense eagerness to get back in the shady office- the place she usually tried to avoid like plague. For the luck Lady had, without knowing it, circled the surroundings of Devil May Cry after running away hastily from the Love Planet. They had practically run back home; the upcoming being something they both yearned to see, hear, feel and live for so much, like a wanderer in desert knowing to get water soon. Yet a small hesitating thought flied in Lady’s head: when Dante pressed her against the office hall’s wall with his firm body, hungrily exploring her mouth. Lady had dreamed about this countless times in the darkest corners of her mind, but the situation in real life made her feel somewhat unsure.



His hoarse breath was like velvet on her flaming skin as Dante moved to pay his attention to her neck, pressing tighter against her body. Lady gasped.



“Are you going... to suffocate... me?” she breathed, squirming a bit making it clear that Dante was too rough, though Lady didn’t know why his heavy pressure was the reason why she couldn’t breath or the idea of his strength, that made the air flee from her lungs, or maybe it was both of them.



Dante didn’t answer nor did he move. His tongue just kept playing with Lady’s sensitive skin with such concentration. Lady thought not even a demon assault would get his attention. She pushed her fingers through Dante’s silver hair grapping them and yanked his head upwards.



“I can’t breathe!” Lady hissed between her teeth, keeping the eye contact with Dante. The devil against her only smirked.



“Taking your breath away, huh?” he snickered moving a bit and giving Lady’s lungs more space, but not more than it was neccessary. “That’s what I was planning to do.” Dante continued bringing his lips to hers before Lady was able to say something back to him. He had sensed something in Lady, maybe stiffness or worry, but at the same time the woman in his lap was more than hot. Dante had no intention to make Lady worried; he just needed to lure Lady a bit deeper into that flaming heat of hers and then she would be completely his. Giving his best shot Dante kissed her deeply, breathing with deep gasp. Lady ran her hands over his shoulders back to his head, playing with the silky white hair and drawing him in to a deeper kiss. Yet no matter how nicely Lady’s tongue played with Dante’s, he still felt the unsure aura radiating from her. The eagerness from the back alley had now replaced something Dante didn´t like at all. And here he was, hard and ready, only waiting for Lady’s permission to pin her under him. But like the opposite, Lady spiritually shrank and turned slowly away from Dante’s alluring grasp.



Keeping his patience Dante stroked her sides as gently as he was able to, trying to encourage Lady with his warm kisses to let go, to forget all the reasonings, the fears and everything that kept her worried, but her fire didn’t return. It pained Dante’s heart and for a moment he also started to hesitate this whole idea, but then the major idea hit him. He could still get Lady in action. Oh yes! Smirking in the corner of his mouth Dante leaned seductively against Lady and took her face between his palms.



“What’s it now Lady?” Dante cocked his head with sly look in his eyes. “Not warming up for a demon after all?” Before Lady got a change to answer, Dante pressed his lips on the edge of her earshell and smirked like a true devil, “Or are we just scared?”



Dante had pulled the right string. As soon as Lady heard Dante was suggesting her being a coward not to play with him any further, Dante felt Lady jerking his head away, grasping his hair with a fighting spirit. Lady set Dante’s face just before her own, staring with a stony gaze, right into his icy coloured eyes.

“What did you just say?” Lady asked with a deep tone in her voice that was near breaking. She was so angry inside, though Dante needed to give her 10 points for not shooting him from such daring suggestion. Not to let his worry show outside, Dante just cocked his eyebrows for a second and snickered.



“You were so all over me only a moment ago and now you’re closing the iceberg. I though maybe you got scared after all and we should forg--“



Dante´s sentence was cut before it ended when Lady jumped from the wall side, turned around quickly as fox draging him with her. To Dante’s surprise, she pressed him against the wall with colossal power. It made Dante’s eyes widening both in surprise and shock. Had she just caught him off-guard, pinned against the wall where Lady herself was just a moment ago?! Has she turned the tables? Lady’s angry finger pointed at Dante’s face. He felt her clutch in his hair tightened too. Being completely surprised by Lady and, if you could say it, being now at her dominance made Dante felt fluttering in his stomach; a pleasant, teasing fluttering.



The scary fire burned again in Lady’s bi-coloured orbs, brows frowning into a furious expression. Dante was able to see, in his head, how Lady would swing her gun and shoot him between the eyes... or legs at this point. He could easily dodge her bullets, but now the situation was so unexpected. Dante was stoned in his feet. Lady almost hit her finger on the tip of Dante’s nose as she wagged the pointed finger before his face. Dante stood there waiting for a helluva lecture from Lady, but he only got a deep sigh from her lips. Her wagging finger stopped and curled into a fist.



“Not pleased with the act, eh?” Lady pondered, setting her eyes on floor and stood silently. Dante almost blurted out that he was sorry and didn’t mean to pick on her. He was only trying to light the fire in her up again. But as fast as Lady’s anger had died, another emotion emerged on the surface of her beautiful face. It was a mixture of a sly face, smile, and something very naughty- the expression that Dante knew to be totally forbidden. His lips parted a bit when Lady’s warm palms reached his cheeks. She held his head firmly.



“Oh well then. I guess I need to try again.” she purred. To make her point, Lady pressed her frame against Dante’s chest. Taking care, he was able to feel her young bosom. “What do you think?”



Dante’s words died out when Lady trailed her hands down to his chest, keeping them moving lower and lower, from the sides all way down to his abs and then following the same path back to his chest. The way her slim finger touched his demon skin was all too alluring. The pressure between his groin just grew when Lady set wet kisses on his chest that rose and fell under shallow breaths.



“...I...would like that, Lady...” Dante was finally ably to breathe out with a weaker voice than he expected. His large palm lowered to stroke her hair as she followed her earlier path down on his skin with her lips, kissing, licking and nagging teasingly. A bit here and there, palms and fingers caressing the same path above her kisses, following the moisture line. Lady needed to admire how soft Dante’s skin was, especially around the navel that had her attention right now, all around the navel except just under it, where the manly line of a body hair ran down, disappearing into his leather pants. She had never noticed the manly trail for Dante, being so fair-skinned; Lady took good care of noticing it now with her tongue. She sensed how Dante’s abs tightened when her moist tongue touched the skin right above the waistline. Lady let her tongue reach Dante’s navel with v-e-r-y slow pace and inhaled the thick, masculine scent that hung all over him. Ah, such an arousing scent. It had to be illegal.



Dante’s breath was deep, harsh, and becoming unsteady with every second that passed by. Within every sensitive, yet dirty chant of lips Lady gave him. Just on the lower stomach. Ah, so near but yet way too far from the most eager place yearning for her full attention more than any other place on his fervent body.



“How am I doing?” Lady grinned against his abs, kissing his skin slowly, with no hurry. She heard Dante gulping before answering with a small sigh, voice shaking.



“...You´re naughty...”



“Should I stop then?”



“... but not naughty enough...”



Lady glanced back to Dante’s face where blush lingered next to the eyes that had a primitive glee in them. The delight Lady had not seen before, the hunger that rose from deep guts of a man. His parted, dry lips breathed in and out, pace of inhaling breaking a bit every now and then. Lady was more than pleased with this sight and she felt how the hormonal, ancient urge had already found it’s way back to her body too. She loved to see this side of Dante, like getting to know him again.



“Not naughty enough, you say? Then listen carefully.” Lady spoke snaking her hand behind the red jacket that was left on Dante, to squeeze his buttock, that sexy ass. “Take a firm position, sweet, ‘cus you’ll need it soon.” She dared him.



Dante though he could die just from pure bliss that hit him, when Lady’s agile fingers set on his pants´ button, opening it slowly, followed by the zipper. Lady yanked the leather pants a bit down, Dante bucked his hips from the wall to let her move the garment quicker. He was so ready for the treatment from Lady. Or course, she noticed it. To play with Dante a little more, she cupped him firmly, making him groan.



“Hmmm, actually, I don´t know...” Lady shrugged her shoulders, caressing Dante through the fabric of the black boxers. “Maybe you were right. Perhaps we should forget this.” Another groan filled the air when Lady squeezed him.



“Don´t give me that shit” Dante hissed, eyes closed between his gasps, taking balance from the wall behind him, leaning his head forward. He knew Lady was only teasing – no – torturing him for her own joy. “I swear... ah... I´ll be the one who shoots you if you stop now, not vice-versa like usually.”



His answer made Lady laugh mentally. Amazing how easy it had been to wrap Dante around her petite finger. To ease his torture and her own trooping feeling inside her body, Lady yanked the pair of black boxer down to Dante’s thighs with a quick motion that caused him to gasp harshly. Oh, his bliss was so near, so near. Lady’s breath tickled his erected manhood. Dante was afraid to open his eyes. Maybe this was a dream, the best fantasy ever and it would disappear if he opened his eyes. In that case, he would gladly stay blinded for eternity. The truth on the other hand was different. Dante let out a long, pleasurable moan when the same naughty tongue that teased his lower stomach only a second ago licked widely the tip of his length. Again, again, and again, taking his breath away every single time. Lady trailed her tongue under Dante’s hard flesh, stroking him with long, firm movements. From his reaction Lady concluded that she wasn’t doing a bad job this far.



“Do I suck?” Lady asked between her explorations, listening to Dante’s moaning.



“My pleasure.” Dante smirked back at her, opening his eyes and brushing his fingers in to Lady’s dark hair. He adjusted his thighs to a wider position, looking down with reddened cheeks at how Lady took a better hold of him and closed her unique eyes, parting her soft, moisture lips for Dante’s pleasure. Dante wasn’t able to hold back the deep growling groan from the back of his throat when Lady’s warm mouth welcomed him in, lips wrapping around his erected shaft. He arched his head back, letting it hit the wall behind him and closed his eyes again. The fingers medling with Lady’s hair formed into a grip, a grip that followed the rhythm and movements of Lady’s head when she milked him, drawing Dante deeper in to his own ecstasy.



“Ah god Lady...” he whimpered playing a bit with her head before she hit the most pleasurable point again and caused Dante to grip her again. “You´re professional...”



Lady didn’t answer but continued taking care of her prey. She never let any demon go without suffering, though the burning heat between her own legs tortured Lady too. She sucked him deeply using her other arm to stroke Dante with the oral treatment, making small, muffled moans; her voice making Dante turn on even more. Oh lord, she sounded so dirty, so seductive. Dante almost weeped from her lustful handling; unconsciously pushing his narrow hips near Lady. The office echoed, Dante made noises that forced Lady to suck him harder. Dante exhaled loudly when Lady hit her teeth against his flesh, tasting his salty flavour. Sweat glittered on half-demon’s aching body.



Suddenly his hold on Lady’s hair loosened.



“I warn you...” Dante panted at Lady’s suck and moaned again (damn, was he really that loud?). His mouth felt too dry for any words but still he spoke, “if you con--ahhhh—tinue your lil magic... urg...oh... you need to wipe me away from all over your...pretty face... or from your mouth, ahh...”



Lady stopped her sucking but kept her firm hold, stroking Dante at full length, glancing up at him. The expression on Dante´s face was weak; the cocky demon was fully under her spell. Lady was sure that if she continued dominating Dante a bit longer she could make him sob weakly from pure pleasure. The idea allured her greatly and the mental image of Dante releasing himself in her hands with freely flowing tears running down from his icy blue eyes made Lady shiver.



She smiled with seductive eyes at him and turned her attention to his dick again.



“Let´s make one thing clear, love”, she teased him; setting kisses on the tip of his sensitive flesh. “I have only one goal now and I promise it – I will suck you dry; so dry you won´t be able to walk for a week.”



Dante shivered with mixture of whimpering and sobbing in his voice when Lady said the last words and sucked him into her mouth again, being so fierce it almost hurt him, but on the other hand, Dante had always loved the pain. And this pain, this was the best pain in whole universe, the killer feeling storming in his gut, throbbing sensation pulsing in his groins, Lady’s mouth and tongue doing such tricks for him. Dante wouldn’t have ever been able to imagine them in his wildest fantasies. He pressed his head and back tightly against the cold stony wall, trying to spread his thighs to feel that dirty little mouth around him in the most enjoyable way.



“Oh fuck, Lady, you´re killing me...” he groaned out harshly, voice rasping in his throat. With every single sucking movement Dante felt the urge just to thrust himself violently in to that hot mouth. He felt his knees weakening, almost giving up beneath him. The hold in Lady’s hair was desperated, like it would be the only thing that kept him standing, beside the wall



“...Aaah, babe...I´m so yours...”



Lady felt Dante trembling before her, his loud groans and moans turning into a whining and sobbing mumble of something naughty she wasn’t able to hear. Opening her eyes Lady set her gaze up to him again. She wanted to see this, all way to the glorious end. Dante stood before her, knees bent, the back pressed againts the wall, the head arched backwards. To keep his stand Dante took some balance from the wall with his free hand, while the other one was still gripping Lady’s hair. From the power of the grip, from his face, and from that unbeliavably horny whining, Dante kept coming Lady was able to see that he would not last long anymore. In that case, Lady would take care that Dante would see shooting stars and what better; perhaps, just pass out when the orgasm hit him. She would give him her best shot and this time not from her gun.



Like it wouldn’t be possible, Lady’s suck still tightened around Dante’s shaft, her head moving faster taking him in and out fully. Dante almost cried, feeling the long awaited feeling of passion slowly taking a form inside of him, sending butterflies to behind his abs, making his groin ache. Uncontrollable moans and heaves grew louder and more unsteady escaping from his gasping lips. His chest rising was and receding with such wide movement, Lady though Dante was choking- and so, he was. Choking in the upcoming release that only waited for him to jump into it and let himself fall from the cliff into fulfilling of his greatest fantasies. Not being able to hold it back anymore, Dante arched his back and head, the trembling, spasms of orgasms running from down of his body up to his head as he let out an animalistic, horny cry of pleasure. His fingers dug deeper into the surface of the wall, as the other hand held Lady’s hair violently. His narrow hips shaking when he emptied himself in that torturing mouth, feeling like he could die. Die and reborn at the same time.



And then it was over- the shaking feeling. It was replaced by a tired self-accomplishment, his fantasy slowly letting him go from its bounds, being fulfilled, even better than he had dreamed. Panting like he had just run a marathon, Dante set his half-lidded eyes to Lady, who smiled on her knees before him, tucking his boxers and pants back on.



“Pleased?” she smiled for him, eyes shining happily. She truly was happy to be able to make someone like Dante enjoy her company this much.



“God damn, it feels like you would have just taken a half of my soul away” Dante answered, still out of breath, gesturing his hand for Lady and helped her up. He pulled her against his sweaty body. Lady needed to smirk for his answer.



“I´ll take that as ‘Thank you Lady. You were naughty enough.’”



The impish glimmer returned to Dante’s eyes and he pulled Lady closer. “I never though you would swallow.”



Lady only shrugged her slim shoulder. “Nah, I can alway go to vomit, if I find the idea of having a part of you inside me” she said, entwining her arms around Dante’s shoulder. Her sentence made the mischievous glimmer only grew in Dante’s eyes.



“Well guess what babe?” he snickered. “If you don’t like that part of me inside you, I know some other part that you can always have inside”. And just to make his statement clear, Dante rocked his hips upwards against her womanly hip. “Besides, you still have the half of my soul you sucked away” he added.



“I will claim it back, sooner or later. Be prepared, Lady, ´cus this isn’t over yet...”



--

Niu Niu:

And it sure won´t be! This was only the act one. Not to wanting to make you wait too long and also not wanting to write a horrible long chapter you’ll have the act one now and act two later. Maybe act three, four and five, too, depending how inspired I’ll be and what you think about this fic. That’s why reviewing is important, dears ;)

Uh, I got so carried away with this fic I finnished it at 2 a.m. and got a horrible neck and back ache! But it was worth of it, from my opinion. Torturing Dante is always a worth the pain.