You're no slouch

Thanks to my friend LinaRohn who helped me to write this.


He was tired.
He was tired and, that was much worse, he was horny. He needed to release, but there was nobody to help him, except that little nameless bitch with a big fucking gun.
Dante walked slowly through Limestone Cavern, whistling a popular song. Everything went wrong from the very beginning. Damned Vergil, that brunette with bi»colored eyes, fucking Jester – oh, that moron! He stopped in front of a large ancient-looking door. Uh, here we go. Slam the door, meet one more weird creature, get one more Devil Arm or ability. Nothing interesting, really... Dante sat down on the floor and gave a sigh. Boring. Boring, boring, boring.
The red»clad devil let his hands fall on his lap and drift lazily to the large bulge between his legs. Very nice. Rock-hard, aching, begging for attention. Dante sighed again. His body betrayed him so out of season, as usual. He absently rubbed his crotch. Later. He would have a break later.
Okay, let’s go!
Dante crashed into the room, as he always did. It wasn’t like any other place in here. The red»clad could swear he found himself in a theatre or something. Surprised, he observed dark velvet curtains, candles and the stage opposite the door.
« Whoa, « he whispered, trying to imagine who was waiting for him in this… theatre.
The answer came sooner, than he expected.
Bats.
A lot of blood»sucking bats fluttered around him, touching his shoulders, making him shiver. One of them touched his hair, and Dante suddenly felt disgusted. For him, bats meant vampires. He hated vampires.
The black mass gathered in the middle of the room. Among squeaking and rustling of leather wings there came a laugh. The laugh that made his flesh creep and his arousal remind about itself. The bats rushed asunder. In front of him stood a woman.
She was a real looker, yeah. Long red hair, nice figure and… and some more peculiarities of her body. Just his sort. She wore something like a long skirt and nothing more.
It was really hard to stay silent and look at her like at a new enemy.
She gave him a sweet smile.
“Welcome, sir. Is this your first time here?”
“Yeah, it is,” Dante grinned. He liked this more and more every minute. – “You’ll be nice to me, won’t you?”
She giggled and touched gently his cheek.
“Of course, I will,” she purred, walking around him and touching his shoulders. “I’ll treat you so nicely, you’ll never want to leave…”
Oh, yeah… She got that right. Dante took Rebellion from behind his shoulders.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about…”
He just wanted to force it into the floor, but the lady seemed to be offended. She moved to the stage, all cracking voltage and swaying her hips. Dante swallowed. He really had a rotten luck with women!
She turned to him, surrounded with bats and lightnings, dangerous, beautiful and extremely hot…
“Then, come on, sugar.”
Dante forced Rebellion into the floor and went towards her. He didn’t care what she thought of him, he was so damned horny! If she was a new boss, he would defeat her… in his own way.
“With pleasure, sweetie,” he murmured. “With great pleasure…”
She wasn’t going to attack. She was surprised.
“You said, you would be nice to me…” Dante whispered, coming closer. “And I’m going to be nice with you…”
She was within easy distance, he could feel her breath on his chest. He leaned to kiss her and was greeted with her warm lips and tongue. She tasted something sweet and fresh and a bit spicy.
“Now tell me”, the red-clad devil whispered into her ear, biting softly the earlobe. “What’s your name?”
“Nevan,” she answered. “You may call me Nevan, sugar…”
Eva? Dante let her go and moved aside. It still hurt…
“What’s wrong?” the lady touched his cheek. “Are you afraid of me, boy?”
“Eva was my mother’s name,” he explained. “She… She died not a long time ago.”
The lady gave him a comforting smile.
“And you’re so upset, that cannot hear clearly… Not Eva, sugar. Nevan. Ne-van! Is that all right now?”
He answered with smashing his lips against her own. It really was.
He caressed his tongue against her teeth pleading for entry. She let him willingly, pressing to him as she wanted to get under his skin. Dante’s hands roamed against Nevan’s soft skin, exploring and caressing seductive angles and curves of her body. He teased her nipples with his thumbs while placing hungry kisses on her neck and shoulders. Nevan moaned, laughed, rubbed against him, driving Dante insane. They moved further and further till the couple reached a queen»sized four»poster. Dante didn’t want to guess what play it was a decoration for. With a content groan he pushed Nevan on it. She giggled falling and dragging him with her. Dante straddled her, brushed away the red strands from her breasts and drew her lilac nipple into his mouth. Nevan gave a loud happy laugh, the bats rushed about in the air, and a heavy curtain fell…

Two hours later…

“My, you’re sweet,” Nevan purred. She looked quite satisfied. Dante stretched like a cat and smiled.
“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” – the devil hunter, now naked, rolled onto his stomach. “You’re a succubus, right?”
“Right,” she agreed.
”Fed on me, right?”
“You needed to… relax, sugar. I helped you to relax,” Nevan was massaging his shoulders. “It was long time ago when I met a man like you here… He was a real gentleman,” her voice sounded dreamily. “A perfect gentleman… Strong… Handsome… He treated me so nicely… quenched my thirst… And he looked like you. These eyes and hair… He wore purple. And that funny monocle. His name was… Sparda, I suppose.”
Dante’s jaw dropped.
“It was my father…”
“Oh, really?”
Dante looked around searching for his pants. He would stay in this opera house with pleasure, but Vergil still tried to open Hell Gate and get daddy’s power. He sighed and began dressing. Nevan watched him absently.
“Are you going to leave me, sugar?”
“Listen, I would stay with you as long as you wish, but I have some… family stuff to do.”
The succubus raised from the bed and put her hands on his shoulders.
“All right. I’ll help you!” her fingers traced down his chest. “Your father was a handsome devil… but you’re no slouch yourself.”
Her body slowly changed, cracking voltage, and Dante suddenly realized that he was holding an electric guitar in his arms.
“Oh, baby…” he whispered lovingly, stroking her purple body and touching the strings. She was not only beautiful but also had a lovely voice which told him what to do… His new Devil Arm. And a would-be girlfriend.