Jade and Crimson

Disclaimer: I totally don't own DMC. Konami does. Thank them for the wonder that is Dante.
You may, however, blame me for Jade Phoenix Akasha the Third. Feel free. :D


She'd seen him at the bar, and she'd caught his eye immediately. From the way those ice-blue eyes looked her over, Jade Phoenix Akasha the Third knew he wanted her. And oh, he wasn't so bad himself, the youngest Sparda twin. Tall, pasty, and oversexed-- just how she liked them.

And she WAS his soulmate, she reasoned, running her hands through her hair, which was a shining mass of black that looked blonde at certain angles in the bar's dim light and fell to her knees. Licking her full lips seductively as she stared back at him with bright emerald orbs that seemed to sparkle like water, she shifted her body, showcasing a 36DDD chest and a 30-inch waist clad in a dark red, extremely tight Chinese dress. Around her neck was a silver amulet that shimmered with dark power. Long legs made their way across the bar to her true love, who was stricken with a sudden fit of flirt, because she was so beautiful.

Several minutes of chit-chat later and she had him entranced, as he stared at her ass and she led him out to the rainy outdoors and to his place. He unlocked the door and she tugged him in, capturing his mouth with her darkly-lipsticked lips, in a kiss as sweet as honey.

He wasted no time plunging his tongue into her open, waiting mouth, sparring with her own in a steamy, hot battle. He pressed against her until she stumbled backwards over the stairs and lay back, her glorious hair spilling around her like a black and gold river over the stairs-- not that he noticed; he was too busy trying to undo her top and get at her enormous knockers.

She chuckled, too sexy for words, and undid a knot on her top, so it fell open, revealing a lacy black bra that was very promptly ripped off of her heaving busom with demonic strength. Dante lowered his mouth to those gigantic tits, doing his damnedest to bury his face in them and succeeding admirably. She squealed in pleasure, hands working on unhooking his jacket with no trouble at all-- she was perfectly skilled at undressing men, especially men like the half-demon who currently had his mouth as far as it could get around her right nipple.

He nipped, drawing blood, and she gasped, grinding against him and pushing his jacket over his pale shoulders. This only inspired him to shove the skirt of her short dress up around her waist, exposing sexy black panties. Hand plunging beneath them, he felt her up and she gasped again. Finger-deep in her, he could tell by her tightness that she was a virgin. This only inspired him to yank at the panties, which slid off of her and exposed her naked sex to the air.

The room was flooded with her scent, and he lowered his mouth to her thighs, nipping sharply at the white skin leading up to her entrance. When his mouth closed over her, she cried out, tangling her hands in his hair, and pressed him closer. He had her squirming and moaning, on the verge of climax, when she pushed his face away, pulling him up to kiss her as her hands slid down to free him from the horrible prison that was his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and that turned her on even more as she pushed him off of her and down onto the stairs, both of them ignoring the incredibly uncomfortable position they were in as she removed his hardness from his pants, kneeling in front of him.

Watching him with those emerald orbs, she lapped at the head of his cock and then lowered her mouth over it, sucking hard. He groaned, leaning back with a stupid, lazy grin on his face as she bobbed between his legs. His hand trailed down to knot itself in her hair, forcing her to take all of his iron shaft in her mouth. Without gagging, she kept sucking, her hands digging into his thighs. He could only take a few minutes of her skillful cocksucking before he pulled her hair and tugged her eager lips off of himself, picking her up with no trouble whatsoever and leaving his jacket and her underwear where they lay at the foot of the stairs and carrying her up to his bed.

He threw her down and quickly divested her of her dress and himself of his pants-- but he left on his socks; that was too much work.

In the darkness, she looked up at him and shyly whispered, "It's my first time. Be gentle with me." Her bright emerald orbs glowed as she looked up at him.

And then they flew open wider as he promptly ignored her, plunging into her and pounding away as if he were a hummingbird-speed jackhammer. After a while of pain (and blood on his bedspread; he would later be PISSED about this), she started to enjoy it, shifting herself to gain more pleasure. And suddenly, he slammed into her, grunting as he came. Sweat trickling over his skin, he gingerly pulled out of her, panting, and left her shocked on the bed as he rifled through a drawer, tossing a smallish roll of fives at her. "You've got five minutes. You're paid, get out."