La Chaleur - The Heat of a Lady

NiuNiu:

Happy birthday for me! Since I´m having my 25th birthday as I write this and I´m not planning to celebrate them at all, but I still feel I should do something a bit special I thought this would be just the perfect day for another chapter, or what do you think?

The scene is as well as the upcoming lemon scenes are highly inspirated by an author XMMishimaX and her awesome Tekken JinxHwoarang fanfictions in Swordmaker Trilogy. If you like Tekken and JinxHwoarang pairing and you just LOVE hot and juicy fictions, go find her stories! I nearly piss my pants every single time I read them! One way to find her is to check out my Favourite Authors-list. I´m a familiar of hers (though she knows me by my deviantart name) so I believe she doesn´t mind about being mentioned here.



Note: Because Slayer XY is busy right now this chapter isn´t checked by her. Not yet. I´ll submit the completely corrected chapter here as soon as she finds some time for the chapter checking (no worries or hurries, dear! ) I´m just way too eager to start ne next chapter and I feel like I can´t do it until I have submitted this here.

So, no complaining about the grammar, ne?



Adult situations ahead again!



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Dante´s hip gesture against Lady´s own one had fired Lady up again, this time even more than she had expected. Perhaps that was just because of the lustful moment Lady had spend tasting Dante, making him whimper like a tortured slave. The idea that all that good and forbidden would continue soon made Lady almost devour Dante´s still dry lips, pressing her heated body against his sweaty, muscular chest. He answered her kiss, a bit tired at first (well,who could blame him. Lady was quite proud of herself being able to harass him like that) but then, with Lady´s encouragement Dante´s lip became hungry again. The arms around Lady held her strongly and for the first time in her life Lady felt safety. Nothing could get her from his arms, nothing could harm her when she stayed near him. There wouldn´t be anything this demon would not be able to stand against and win. And for a moment Lady though that maybe he truly would protect her always, as long as he lived, the upcoming periods making Lady feel herself always so vulnerable.



She felt Dante stopping his kissing and placing his hands on her cheeks, caressing the corner of her eye with his thump.



“You´re okay?”



Lady opened her eyes and felt unnoticed moisture in them.



“You´re crying.”



His touch was gentle when he wiped away the small, crystal tear that ran down Lady´s cheek. She sniffed a bit and smiled at him, trying to look as brave and strong as possible.

“Yeah, I´m fine. I just got a bit carried away with my thoughts”, she answered cursing in her mind the mood swings caused by the PMS symptoms. It made her be such a crybaby in every month and to be honest, she was actually quite sensitive, too.



Dante say nothing nor did he ask anything and Lady was glad about it. She didn´t feel like wanting to explain her change of the mood any further. The only thing Dante did was a soothing gesture, drawing Lady closer against him in to a thigh hug. Lady hugged him back, leaning her head against his head that rested on her shoulder. His scent was soothing and at the same time so familiar and yet totally unknown for her. The hold drowned Lady deeper and for a moment Lady felt like she could disappear into his arms. She adjusted her head into a better position and inhaled Dante´s sweaty, acid scent that mixtured with his natural scent. She always complained him after battles that he “stinks like a rotten corpse” for not using any deo or cologne, being covered with demon blood and guts, but now she mentally cheered Dante was too stubborn to mind about her complaints. She could stay there whole day, inhaling his scent like it would be the finest and rarest incense in the whole world. It tickled her stomach and more like sensing it with her nose, Lady was able to sense this unique aroma with her body.



Dante had felt himself bad for unknown reason after seeing Lady shedding tears. He didn´t want to ask any reason for her tears, thinking only that Lady would tell him if something bothered her too much for her to handle. Damn, he was always so sensitive about crying people, the tears Dante saw reminding him of his own humane part of himself. What a tear waster he actually was. Deciding he should do something to make Lady feel better, especially after that sacrilegious sin-filled handling he just received from Lady, Dante let his hands roam slowly lower on her back, murmuring softly without words for her.



The manly yet the softest murmur Lady had ever heard cut her moment of enjoyment, making his scent and touching of his body feel rapidly more alluring. Large palms traveled up and down on Lady´s lean back, touching her naked skin where the hem of Lady´s top was too skimpy to cover her lower back. Lady placed her own hands on Dante´s chest and trailed them over the collar bone up to his shoulder, under Dante´s red jacket. She was slowly getting irritated he kept that cursed garment on hiding beneath it, like Dante would have something he needed to hide! That was awfully wrong and unfair for her, though she still had all of her clothes on. Turning her head so that Lady was able to kiss Dante´s ear next to her head she set her hand lower, trying to figure out how to get rid off that bloody piece of fabric. She heard him purring again when Dante found out the purpose of having her fingers near the jacket´s belt. Not letting Lady go from his embrace he waited for Lady to open that belt and let his jacket go. Like the hell he would tell her how to open the belt. Oh no way, Dante would rather stay there and enjoy this moment as longer as possible. Giving Lady a small task to solve only made that moment last longer. Lady fumbled the end of the brown belt over Dante´s chest, but the the way her fingers had started to shake made it harder than Lady had believed. Not to mention that Dante´s caressing hands behind her, now travelling from upper back all the way down to her butt and back up, didn´t make Lady´s task any easier to solve.

Lady felt how Dante´s hands lowered on her butt again and a small laugh vibrated on her skin. Not to be sure was he laughing for the idea having (finally) able to grope her ass or for her stumble fingers Lady pushed her knee up to his groin. Not forcefully, but still strongly.



“Do I need to teach you another lesson?” Lady spat, the fact she didn´t know the reason for his laughing making her a bit irritated. She got the hold on her trembling fingers, finally realising how to open the damned belt, letting the jacket fell heavily on floor and keeping her leg between Dante´s legs. On the other hand that position left her own groins open, letting Dante to have his leg between hers. Before Lady was able to pull her leg back, the idea of having Dante´s leg so near her sacred place making her embarrassed, Dante tuck his leg further, keeping Lady´s legs apart.



“As interesting and inviting as that idea sounds” Dante began remembering the sweet torment of his “I´ll think I pass, ´cus I already had something else planned in my mind”.



Lady gasped out loud when Dante squeezed her ass, pulling her hips nearer him, pushing his leg upward to her groins at the same time. Bright red blush spread over Lady´s surprised face when she felt Dante´s mouth again on her neck (he must had a neck fetish for real!), making his knee between her legs feel too sinful. She swung her hands over Dante´s shoulder with another surprised gasp as Dante gave her a small upward gesture with his knee, moving his hands down to her shorts covered thighs and back up to her ass, this time only under the skirt. The aching flutter knotted in Lady´s stomach, somewhere very deep in it. Still in surprised shock Lady needed to take balance from Dante´s upper body.



“Dante!”



A small impish snicker echoed to Lady´s ears.



“I like that” he said right to her ear “the way you breathe out my name.” His voice was becoming dirty again when Dante pinched Lady´s butt, speaking lips clued on her ear “I´ll make sure I´ll hear that again, many times again, you screaming it like you have never before”.



His sentence, a daring promise made Lady´s eyes almost moisten, nails digging deeper on Dante´s bare skin, the wide back muscles tensing under her grasp. Playful tongue licked her ear, his hands now roaming on her sides. Dante pulled his frame a bit away from Lady to get more space for his hands that yearned to touch her more. Lady sighed quietly when his rough, bare hand reached her neck, to touch her with the most elegant way. Lady had no idea when Dante had managed to take his gloves off, but she had no time to wonder it longer than a second. Till that Dante had hurried slowly on Lady´s bosom, probing her small yet feminine breast trough her shirt ad bra. Lady felt Dante´s aura heating up. He humped his back lower, pushing his narrow hips nearer Lady, tongue licking the skin under Lady´s necklace, biting her. The explore on Lady´s breast became harsh.



“Not so hard...” Lady breathed out winching in Dante´s rough touch, yelping when he bit her again. The periods made her breasts ache every single time, just like there wouldn´t be enough symptoms already. Dante´s held softened but stayed determined when he continued caressing Lady´s bosom, nippling her collar bone´s skin with his lips. Lady´s hands started to dance their own dance on Dante´s back with the company of sighed moans and gasp Dante gave her. The pulsing feeling between her legs just above Dante´s knee grew so strong Lady was afraid Dante felt it despite of all the fabric between their skins. He now pulled his head back from Lady´s shoulder and set his moist lips on Lady´s gasping mouth. Lady let her hands drop down to Dante´s lower back and sides, drinking desperatly those wicked lips she loved. How his skin felt so alluring, making Lady to yearn it more. Apparently Dante felt the same yearn, the same hunger towards her skin, since Lady now noticed that Dante had left her breasts and grasped the top´s string to pull them down – both of them – and kissing her bare shoulders like a true gentleman with dirty secret motive behind it.



“Take your shoes off” Dante whispered against Lady´s shoulders, caressing her butt again. Lady didn´t question this odd command, but did as Dante had asked her to do. She backed off from him, feeling how the air in Devil May Cry felt cooler than normal, her body missing Dante´s warm. In one quick moment Lady had freed herself from her red boots and stood there bare feet (she haven´t found any washed socks after the bath and not wishing to dirty her feet again left out without socks). As soon as Lady let the last boot fell from her hold Dante practically jumped on her. That took Lady off-guards. The huntress almost fell down, being pushed to take steps backward. Dante had hurled her to another direction from the door frame where they had just spend their first intimate moment and was now making Lady walk toward his desk. Lady felt herself so weak before his tall and unbelievable strong frame that backed her further in the office, his lips kissing and seducing Lady all the way to the desk. Lady´s butt hit the edge of Dante´s wooden desk, but even though Lady had came across with obstacle like this Dante didn´t held down the hungry pressure of his body. Lady needed to back up even more, adjusting herself to sit on the desk, hoping Dante would not press her any further, or else she would end up rolling over the desk, hit hear head to the chair behind it and end up with loud thud on the floor. That would kill her mood totally, though Lady pondered would Dante follow her, his devouring kisses and groping grasp almost promising he would. Lady saw in her head how Dante would leap over the table with one agile movement, kick the chair away to the next wall and press himself against her again, pinning Lady tightly on the floor´s surface before Lady had no change to recover from the capsizing (and maybe he would snicker something to her to tease Lady).



Dante pushed himself nearer Lady making her wide her legs, to let Dante stood there between them. Lady moaned out when she felt Dante being hard again, wondering was the part of demon´s fast healing ability to recover from last mating... well, almost mating session so quickly. His elegant, long fingers brushed Lady´s top´s hem upper, caressing her smooth skin, moving upper and upper under her garment until he reached his destination. Lady gasped when Dante rubbed her breast again, this time more softly. Good, he had listened Lady. Slim arms wrapped around Dante´s neck, hands reaching to his hair. Without any words Lady felt Dante pulling her top off and she let her arms fell from around him for a moment, with no hesitation. Lady thought for a moment was she really letting Dante have her this easily, but there was no space for reasoning or for common sense. The only sense that ruled now was the slick, heated feeling between her slim legs, just before Dante´s manly hips.



The cool shiver hit Lady when the white top flew down on floor with hasty movement of Dante´s arm before he held her breasts again, causing such pleasure for Lady she couldn´t help the feminine moan between their liplock. Hearing this pleased Lady a lot Dante shoved his tongue deeper into Lady´s mouth, almost still tasting his own salty liquid on her tongue. After a short moment of battle of tongues Lady broke away from Dante´s lips, panting out of breath.



“Ah Dante, I love your tongue. You´re a really good kisser...” she whispered caressing his silver hair, arching her head a slightly backward. Dante snaked his hands around Lady getting quickly rid off her bra. They also flew to unknown direction and Lady only hoped to find her garments after this. The heat of his hands on her small breasts was fascinating and Lady couldn´t remember the last time she had allowed a man touch her like this. Usually she hated her breasts, hated being a woman, but this man, this Dante here, made Lady feel like being a woman, a lady, was the best thing in the whole universe. She blushed when Dante lowered his head to kiss her decolte, not stopping on it but continuing still lower, getting nearer Lady´s breasts.



“My tongue can do wonders”, he answered eyes closed and placed his first kiss on Lady´s left breast. Small surprised heave fled from Lady´s parted, cherry lips. Her palms reached to caress Dante´s bare back, running deeply up and down, adoring all the muscles under that skin, the skin she should not touch for him being a half-demon. Being so chanted by Dante´s back and his lips on her breast, lips that moved like they had a will of their own Lady didn´t notice Dante trailing his hands down to her thighs, touching her roughly, almost tucking his fingers through the fabric of her shorts.



“Would you like to see one?”



Not remembering anymore what Dante had said before Lady only hummed weakly for an answer. It made Dante grin archly, though Lady´s brains were too shut off for her noticing it. The only feeling she had was the primitive fluttering that made Lady felt like nothing else mattered but the idea of getting this feeling fulfilled. Fulfilled by Dante.



Suddenly Lady felt Dante grasping her thighs with both hands. A high and scared shriek let out from Lady when Dante practically swung her over, pulling her thighs up with intense power, making Lady hit her back and head on the hard desk. Lying on the desk dazed, just like gotten hit by a truck Lady wasn´t able to do nothing before she noticed a another hard grip on her shorts´s waistline, under her small skirt.

“Dante!? What ar--!?”



Like a beast Dante yanked Lady´s shorts off, ripping seams away from each others, almost completely destroying her material. Lady bounced screaming upward from the desk, setting herself in the bank of her elbow. Her eyes were wide as plates when she stared at Dante´s behaviour.

“My shorts!!”



“Trust me, you don´t need them.”



“What do you mean?! Of course I need them you bastard! Like I would have so much clothes you can go wild and rip them apart like some... some... prehuman – no – predemon!”



The only emotion that was stronger and more primitive than breeding was Lady´s anger. Realising that the change of his life time would slip between his fingers if he did nothing Dante arched his tall body over Lady, pressing her between the desk and himself, drawing also his groins nearer. Lady totally forgot she was mad when his hard groins pushed against the middle of her thighs, making Lady shut up and stare silently at Dante. The glee in his eyes was determined and Lady was too scared to complain any more about her ripped shorts. Her girly cheeks burned with deep blush when she totally realized her position under Dante: his hard manhood pressing against her panties through his own leather pant´s fabric and her soft, bare bosom squeezing against his firm chest. His head hang low and his breath tickled Lady teasingly. She felt her breath becoming shallow again, heart racing up with such speed Lady hoped she would not pass out.



Not taking any risk for Lady to escape from under him Dante stayed there, keeping Lady pinned in such inviting position Dante almost lost his main goal and took her by force. Pushing such grotesque idea away from his head Dante cocked his head, placing his arms next to Lady´s face.



“Now, where was I...?” he smirked ignoring his own urges for a moment. He had just got a fulfillment of one of his fantasies, but Lady. Poor Lady...! Soughing playfully for a second and acting like he would have just remembered the “so-called” lost idea he smiled.



“Ah, now I remember! Somewhere around... here...”



After the last word Dante had spoke Lady felt his right hand placing down on her flat stomach, Dante backing up little, only to reveal a bit of her body for him to touch. Lady´s shallow breath became more unsteady when she sensed Dante moving that dirty hand lower, pass her navel, over her hip bone, moving the skirt upper away from his path until his hand stopped. On her inguinal bend, next the seam of her small panties. He followed slowly the line of her panties, finger tips tickling her inguinal bend, making the pressure, heat and all other sinful feelings grow under the panties´s fabric. His hardness was still way too close for Lady´s comfort and she let out small plead moan, shutting her eyes for a second.



“Oh no!” Dante shouted suddenly, keeping his fingers moving. Lady listened carefully and was ready to tell him she would beat him up if he remembered now something more important than her.



“I remembered the place wrong” he pouted playfully “I wasn´t around here, but... around here...”



With that Lady felt his finger brushing over her panties, setting on her clit, stroking her slowly trough the fabric. Lady let out a loud gasp and arched her back in surprise. She closed her eyes and panted, Dante´s firmly moving finger keeping her brains shut down.



“Did I remember it right?” he asked huskily, staring with keen eyes Lady.



“...yes...” Lady was able to whimper quietly after the long moan had escaped from her lips again. Her mouth felt dry, like all saliva would have left her. Her small chest heaved. His caressing finger left her pleasurable point and Lady let out frustrated groan between her panting. As slyly as Dante had managed to set his finger on Lady´s panties he slid his finger under them. Lady blushed and groaned harshly, gasping out when Dante´s finger contacted her clit. The wetness between her thighs made Lady feel like she would have just wet her pants. Dante´s middle finger moved on her, circling teasingly and making Lady shutter. The feeling was so overwhelming Lady reached her hands up, grasping Dante´s neck and the tips of his hair. A long moan echoed around them when Dante pushed his finger deeper into Lady´s sacred place, stroking her with long movement in that wet valley.



“Aaaaa... Dante...”



The demon smirked himself for Lady´s reaction. Knowing how much Lady was enjoying herself Dante let his finger leave her. That made Lady wince in pain.



“No...”



“What?”



“... Don´t you stop that...”



Dante´s smirk widened when he heard Lady pleading so weakly. He pulled himself away from Lady´s hold, standing up. It made Lady to open her eyes. She felt herself completely forlorn and she was totally ready to jump after him, but for Lady´s sooth Dante threw the hem of her skirt completely up. His finger curled over the panties´s waistline. Taking eye contact with Lady he smiled impishly.



“Time for wonders, babe.”



He yanked her panties away, leaving only the lonely skirt hung over Lady. Lady looked Dante´s movements cheeks completely red, looking perhaps more than vulnerable at this point. Sensing again the shy feeling creeping into her Lady set her head against the wall, listening to Dante´s breath. Wonders? Wonders..? How that sounded so familiar for Lady, especially for Dante saying it?



Then it hit her. The tongue!



Lady quickly pulled her head up only to notice Dante had set himself on his knees between her thighs. Lady felt her whole body tensing. Her dry tongue clued on the back of her mouth when she realised Dante´s goal.

The tip pf his tongue touched Lady, left hand pushing her thigh wider, right one snaking around the right thigh, giving Lady small caresses. She almost shouted in bliss when Dante licked her slowly and widely, Lady having exactly the same killing treatment she had just gave Dante... Lady spread her slim legs in passion, the sensation of his tongue down there, in that most sacred place on her body ever, made Lady almost crazy. She panted hoarsely now almost crying herself (that´s what you got when you make Dante almost cry). Her trembling hands placed on Dante´s hair, finger brushing in to them.



“...My god, Dante...aahh...haah...”



She needed to take at least a peek to see was this really happening. She rose her dizzy head, opening heavy eyelids. Dante´s closed eyes held peaceful concentration, tongue traveling up on her clit again and again like he would be enjoying something really tasteful. The fact that this wasn´t any dream or Dante´s joke, but he really intend to lick her so wet the whole desk would be flooding, let out the most dirty whining from Lady´s lips that she didn´t believe her own ears. Was that really her voice? She needed to lower her head for a moment to gather her strenght, but as soon as Lady felt her strenght coming back she took another look at him. His tongue tortured Lady´s sensitive, small spot that usually stayed hidden from men, but not from him. Oh god, Dante could lick her 24/7! In any time, at any place. He would only need to ask a permission and Lady would spread her legs for him in that instant second and well... actually Dante needed not to bother to ask any permission. Dante´s tongue wasn´t from this world and he could have her like that anytime he pleased. She plead is name.



“Dante..uu...ah...aahh-hah...Dan...te...haaahh... “



Lady´s legs started shake suddenly. The position for her dear slim legs wasn´t the best one and Lady felt unpleasant ache rising from her muscles. Like Dante would had managed to read her mind he adjusted himself in to a firmer position and raised her thighs on his shoulders. That relaxed Lady more and for her own joy she was now able to feel that dirty tongue´s tricks even better. It moved up and down, circled, tickled, pressed. Fast, slowly, tasting, dreaming and driving her nuts. Lady let her head sank on the table, now feeling too out of breath to do nothing else than trying to stay conscious.



Dante was truly pleased himself and the way Lady kept repeating his name inspired him to go on. He had no hurry what came to pleasing Lady and to be honest, he loved her taste, her feminine scent that aroused him more than anything ever. The scent of a woman. It drove any man crazy. Knowing Lady well Dante also took this chance as Lady´s sign of trust. He opened his mouth wide open, giving Lady at first a long lick with the full legnht of his tongue and then tickling her with the tip of his tongue. He wanted to explore what pleased and what most important, teased her best.



Lady breathed in and out with harsh pants, not able to keep her voice down anymore, but moaning and groaning out so load it made her almost embarrassed. She yanked Dante´s hair when he hit the sensitive spot again and naturally Dante noticed this. Now keeping his focus totally on that one single place Lady felt like Dante would kill her in that very spot. A small tear formed into the corner of her eyes from pure pleasure, moans shaking in sobs. Her voice was nothing but a small squeek.



“...Dante...”



Then Lady felt something. Something very sudden. The same finger Dante had used to rub her parted her valley´s walls and pushed into her. Lady almost shrieked in bliss when that strong finger started it´s movements in and out, the sinful tongue still licking the most sensitive spot Dante had just discovered.



“Dante!”



No emotions was shown on his face. Dante just kept playing with Lady, like he would be in some kind of trance, meditating the goddess in her. The finger in her send Lady consecutive mental images that dirtied her mind. How it would feel to have Dante inside her, moving in and out. How he would look like, and sound like... no, how they both would sound like when the pleasure he felt a moment ago and Lady was feeling now would caress them at the same time.



Lady sobbed out loud, not trying to hide her tears anymore, feeling too tired to fight against Dante´s spell. Her legs trembled on Dante´s shoulder and she sensed how his finger moved now faster, tongue treating her almost harmful way. Lady tucked her nails into Dante´s sculpt, dragging wisp of hair into her fist´s grip, when she felt the blissful end coming nearer and nearer, devouring her fully.



“Aahhh, ahh, aaaahhh, haaarhhhaaa...!”



Her hips bucked forward, to feel him even better than she already was. That was the last string that shred her, breaking her last walls that stood against the devouring pleasure. Crying out load, sobbing his name and trembling she let the orgasm having her, shaking her like the furious storm. Her flexible body arched, the small of the back bouncing up from the desk´s surface, toes curling down. Lady´s desperate cry of releasing filled the air for a moment, her hands caressing violently Dante´s silky hair, until the ardours release of passion was replaced by last small moans and panting.



Setting kisses on Lady´s inner thigh Dante let her go, retreating his finger away from her, caressing both hands her tired thighs. Letting her legs drop slowly down from his shoulder Dante stood up, gazing down the feminine body before him. He was pleased to see Lady´s tired face, a small pearl glimmering on her eye corner. Dante caressed her body slowly all the way from thighs up to her face and down.



“Guess my turn to ask: pleased?”



Lady threw her arm over her eyes, trying to catch her breath.



“...Yes, very, though I hate to admit it...”



Dante laughed for her answer, it was so Lady-like. If Lady had said something like that him when they first met it would have made him feel being bullied, but now Dante knew she really didn´t meant it. It was just Lady´s style to answer, to keep all the strings on her own hand, though she had now let him have a hold of one for a moment. And how she had let him hold it, wow!



Bending down to kiss that red cheek Dante snickered again, his trademark smirk playing over his lips.

“I take that as thanks. You´re welcome, Lady”.

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NiuNiu:

Wow, this has to be the longest chapter this far. Since Dante has been our target for so long it was about the time to hit the Lady, too.

And Dante being a tear waster – he really is perhaps the only action hero with killer attitude who´s able to cry (really! Have you seen how Dante cries in DMC1? And in DMC3 his crying again). He always reminds me of great aphorism “To become strong, but to stay soft”

Sorry about the perhaps too quick end. My neck and back are killing me... .