Blood and darkness.

I wrote this as a reconquest for a friend. I've never written hetro before but this was really fun since Bayonetta is so in charge she's almost a man XD. Hope you'll have a pleasant reading and please R&R


Dante was hurt, and very angry. The last job really wasn’t worth the shit they were paying him. Nine levels down some fucking maniac scientist’s basement he had to hunt his crazy mother fucking twin brother. On his way down he had to fight swarms of three headed dogs, lions with snake for a tail and a bunch of other crazy monster that the damn Frankenstein ripoff had created. And when he finally got all the way down he found that Virgil had already laid his slimy hands on the book he was ordered to retrieve. And then he had to climb all the way to the top of the fucking building, again! Of course he had gotten the book in the end. Not a chance in hell that he let that emo brother of his get away with the artifact that would bring in his pizza money. It hadn’t been easy though. Vergil hit hard and was fast with the sword. So when Dante finally got out of that crazy building (that some smart ass had named Babylon’s tower) he was covered in blood and bruises. It wasn’t anything serious, sometimes he wondered if Vergil even tried to kill him. Still hurt like hell though.

His first thought was to get back to the Devil may Cry, eat some cold pizza and then sleep for a week. But as he walked through the rain a blue light suddenly reflected in the wet pavement and caused him to look up, half expecting a new flying devil chicken or something. Instead he saw a neon sign spelling out “The Gates Of Hell” in blue letters. Rising a white eyebrow he eyed the big black door. Funny, he was sure he had visited every bar in this God forsaken city. But on the other hand, he had been busy like hell the last couple of month and these kinds of establishments tended to pop up like mushrooms. Apparently it was a large craving of booze in this city. Smacking his own dry tongue he pushed open the door and looked down the stairs that winded down in darkness only with only a few candles to light the way. Though he wasn’t really in the mood to be underground again the sudden thirst for alcohol that had awoken in him won over the slight discomfort and he began his ascend to the neither regions of the building.

The bar was sparsely lit leaving its customers, placed around small round tables, mostly in shadows. The sound of a slow piano blues hit his ear and the smell of cigarette smoke and moist stone wall surrounded him. Stepping inside he made his way to the bar disk from over which the same neon sign hang casting its blue light on the polished disk. While walking he shot a glance around the room. It was a bit moody for his taste. The interior seemed as taken from some kind of gothic novel complete with arches, devils and skulls in each and every corner. He choked a laugh, sometime people just tried too much. Sitting down on one of the bar stools he ordered a beer from the bartender. He looked a bit like like a Matrix rip off with his shades on despite the shady surroundings. The tattoos on his head were kinda cool though.

The first sip of the amber liquid tasted so good he had to suppress a moan of delight. Yeah, coming here was a good idea after all. He was so occupied with his drink that he didn’t notice the door swing open and the distinct sound of high heels approaching the disk. Neither did he pay much attention when the jukebox changed its song from the slow blues to a cover of fly me to the moon. First when the person had reached the disk and he heard a soft velvet voice order a drink did he bother to look up from his bottle. The sight almost made him spill the beer he had just taken a sip of. He had seen his share of both dashing and scandalous dressed women but this one took the prize in both categories. A black leather body suit snuck so tight to the curved body that it didn’t leave much to imagination. To make matters worse (or better in Dante’s opinion) there were a bare circle just above the chest that showed just enough flesh to make him want to rip down the zipper that dangled just below. Her hair was a black curtain that even put up in some kind of complicated and high hairstyle still hung low on her back. It was divided into two long tassels strapped with belts to her arms so it hung like two long sleeves and making it a part of her clothing. This was some serious complicated shit! A pair of venom green eyes hid behind a pair of glasses suddenly turned his way. Almost with a sigh of disappointment he tore away his eyes from the mouth watering sight that was the woman’s body and met her gaze.

“Can I help you with something?”

To his surprise his he found that pair of green eyes scanning his own body in the same manner he had watched hers almost a second ago.

“Oh I think there are a lot of things we can help each other with.” He said with that winning smile he knew always made girls blush.

“Is that so..”

A raised eyebrow was the only physical response he got from his advantages and this took him by surprise. Sure this woman may be by far the sexiest woman he had ever encountered but he really didn’t think she was out of his league. In fact, no woman was out of his league!

“Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

“I just bought one.” She took a sip of the clear purple liquid that the bartender just had put in front of her. “You on the other hand seem a bit low on the alcohol…” she motioned to his almost emptied bottle “…so why don’t you let me buy you a drink.”

Her smile made Dates already tight pants suddenly feel a lot tighter!

“Uhm…Yeah! Sure why not.”

She waved to the bartender who silently put down another of bottle in front of her. Dante on the other hand had made the intriguing discovery that her dress was open in the back and showed off a great portion of creamy skin. He was so busy ogling this that he didn’t notice the woman slipping a small portion of a white powder in to his beer bottle.

“Do you have a name stranger?”

Dante stopped trying to bend his neck in a way it shouldn’t go and took a swig of the beer.

“Name’s Dante. And what may I call you.”

“Oh it will not matter in a few seconds but if you want you can call me Bayonetta.”

“Why wouldn’t it matter in a few…..”

He didn’t get further then that before darkness suddenly took him and with a loud clatter of guns and swords he fell to the ground. Bayonetta smiled and with the tip of her boot she turned his head in her direction.

“Well he certainly is handsome enough. Did you say he was half demon?” She asked the bartender who didn’t pay much attention to the scene before him.

“Sure is. Son of Sparta himself.”

“Intriguing.” She put a few coins on the desk and effortless heaved the unconscious man over her shoulder.”Thanks Rodin.” she waved at the bartender as she made her way out with the loot.

“Ya’ welcome Bayonetta.”

Dante really didn’t want to awaken from the comfortable darkness that surrounded him. In the back of his head he knew that as soon as he opened his eyes his body would ache from his previous battle and he would probably have a hangover. Therefore he decided to keep his eyes shut, turn on his side and keep on sleeping. The only problem was he couldn’t turn. His eyes snapped open and for a few seconds he was completely disoriented. It was a large room and in the sparse light he could see velvet curtains on the opposite wall. He tried to sit up to get a better look around only to find this task impossible. Looking to his side his found his arms tied by thick leather straps to the bedposts; his legs in a similar state. Looking down he made another unpleasant discovery. Someone had stolen his clothes! The only piece they had left was his red coat that pooled around him on the bed. He tried to think. He must have gotten really wasted, hooked up with some chick that was into really kinky stuff and then fallen asleep. That would explain why he was horny although he had just woken up chained to a fucking bed. He glared down on his engorged member and unsuccessfully tried to will it down. Again he tried to calm himself and think. He remembered fighting Vergil, and then he was on his way home when…The Gates of Hell, that weird bar! He had gone in to take a drink; he could still feel the bitter taste of beer on his tongue. And then what? He forced his brain to ignore his painful erection and focus on remembering. A woman, a smoking hot woman! His cock made a twitch at the thought. She had brought him a drink. Her name, he was sure she had said her name….

“BAYONETTA!”

Like a cat she emerged from the shadows. Dante suddenly noticed as she approached that the heels on her boots looked very much like…guns?! He gulped and wished he had made this discovery before he made the stupid mistake of talking to her. On the other hand. He watched as she came closer. She walked with swaying hips with one hand on the waist, her breast bouncing with every step. Maybe he would have talked to her even if she had weird gun boots. Somewhere in the back of his head were he wasn’t completely horny and freaked out he made a mental note see if they made them in male size.

“What is it my little Cheshire puss?” her voice was teasing and a smile played on her lips.

“What the fuck did you do to me?! Let me go!” It was a bit hard to sound mad when he lay naked, hard and tied to a bed but Dante did his best anyway.

“Oh all I did was slip you a bit of sleeping powder mixed with aphrodisiac. The first to get you here the second to keep you up for the things I have planed.”

“Believe me lady you didn’t have to go through all that trouble to get me in bed.” Dante said with a laugh.

“I think you misunderstand. It’s not really me who wants you in bed.”

“Wait what? Then who want to fuck with me then?” Dante suddenly felt himself grow cold and it was not because of the lack of clothing. He wasn’t really very keen on the thought to have sex with someone who needed a hot chick to drug him and tie him down.

“Well seeing how well…equipped you are I must admit that I want to. But I’m only doing this because it its mating season.”

“Whose mating season?!” Dante’s voice suddenly pitched.

Bayonetta didn’t answer. Instead she gave a wide smile and sat down on the side of the bed.

“Pity, it seems that your wounds have healed already. We’ll have to make some new ones.”

A knife gleamed in her hand. The cool blade traced the white haired mans skin and the cold touch made him shiver. Then the tip cut through the skin cutting just deep enough to draw blood. At the sudden feeling of a tongue on the wound Dante had to hold back a moan. He really wasn’t supposed to like this as much as he did. Drugs or not this shit turned him on, a lot.

“Delicious.” she purred and licked her dark lips. “You really are a half breed.”

“So you’re some kind of vampire?”

“Witch actually.” She didn’t pay much attention to him but cut open another wound and like a cat drinking cream she licked the blood of his skin.

Dante’s gaze fell on the now very exposed cleavage and a strong urge to grab those full breasts suddenly came over him. He tugged a bit on his restrains. They didn’t look so thought; he shouldn’t have a problem breaking them.

“Don’t bother sweetie, I’ve laid a spell over both the straps and the bed, you won’t be able to break them how much you try. “

Well now he had to try. Flexing every muscle he tugged at the straps as hard as he could. The only result it gave was giving his red marks where the straps cut into his flesh.

“Oh well aren’t you a well built one.” she exclaimed and let her hands roam down his chest and stomach.

“Not well built enough it seems.” Dante said between his teeth.

“Don’t be sad sweetie, I promise you that you will enjoy this if you just relax.” As to prove her point one hand sneaked down and grabbed his swollen cock, eliciting a high moan from the tied up man. His hips lifted from the bed and tried to gain more of the feeling. But the hand was gone as soon as it had come.

“Do you want more?” She purred into his ear.

“Hell yeah!”

A sudden sting as the blade came down on his chest again, this time cutting deeper. Blood welled up only to yet again be licked up by the predatory woman. A sharp nailed hand came up and pinched one of his nipples as the blade made another cut on his stomach. Dante hissed at the sensation. He had never realized that pain could feel so good. The knife worked its way down, drawing a map of wounds on the captive’s body. It reached his thigh and Dante bit back a groan. Soon the feeling of a hot mouth and tongue on his sensitive skin so near his twitching cock made him moan out loud.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take more of the ministration she suddenly put away the knife.

“Thanks for the meal.” She smiled and licked her lips.

Dante just panted, he wasn’t sure his voice would bear. Then he felt something cool around the base of his cock and heard a small click. His voice immediately returned.

“What the fuck did you just put on me?”

“Just a cock ring. We’re far from done and yet you look like you’re ready to explode.”

“Hey are you questioning my libido?”

“I’m just being on the safe side.” She winked down at him.

“Well being on the safe side sucks.”

“Don’t pout or I’ll be forced to punish you.” She said with a grin.

“Oh yeah? What kind of punishment?”

Her grin became wider.

“Care to find out?”

Before Dante had the time to answer he was suddenly lunged up in the air. He landed stomach down on the bed and by the time he had time to register what had happened he was securely bound to the bed again.

“Let me guess, more magic?”

“Aren’t you a smart one.”

“Well it’s not so…” CRACK! The loud sound of a whip and a sudden burning sensation on his back effectively shut him up.

“Like I said, bad boys, need to be punished. Now, count the blows.”

“Why would I…” CRACK!

“Because every time you miss to count one you get two more as a penalty.”

CRACK!

“Fuck! One.”

“No I believe that was three, that means two more for miss counting.”

“Wait, what does that make?” Math had never been Dantes strong side.

“Four.”

CRACK!

If it wasn’t for the count Dante wouldn’t have been able to know how long time had passed since the first blow to the last, number 37, it felt like an eternity. His back felt like it was on fire yet it really didn’t compare to the beatings Vergil use to give him. Somehow he found the stinging pain so close to his raging erection very arousing. A cool hand came down to stroke his abused backside and he shivered at the touch and let out a small moan.

“Have we learned our lesson?”

He almost said no just to get some more of that burning sensation but reconsidered at the thought of the woman’s full breasts. It had gone far too long since he last ogled them.

“Yeah.”

“Very good.”

Again came the short air ride and when his back came down on the bed again Date screamed out loud.

“You have a good scream.” Bayonetta mused and leaned down so close that Dante could feel her perfume. Lips touched his and without thinking he responded to the kiss. She tasted like blood, his blood. Again this shouldn’t turn him on but for some reason it was the most erotic experience in his life. Their tongue battled, teeth clashing and breath mingled as their kiss grew fiercer. When Bayonetta rose again he could to his own satisfaction see a small blush covering the witch’s cheeks.

“I think playtime is over.”

“Oh yeah? Then what have we been doing so far.”

“Just a bit of a warm up.” she said and straddled his stomach.

The feeling of her hot thighs against his sides almost made him moan out loud and again he was struck by the want to touch her.

“Now is when the real game is starting.”

And then she was naked, the clothes just seemed to slither away as if they were alive. This was the first thing he noticed, the second was that her hair had somehow transformed into a dozen of tentacle like things that moved around her as if they had a will of their own.

“Say hello to my little pet.”

“Hello.” Dante couldn’t hold back a grin. For some reason was the only thought in his mind ´it could have been so much worse´. He was also too busy ogling her now fully exposed breasts. They were perfect, big enough to make an impression but not so big that they looked fake. They were round and pale and the nipples were pink and hard. He wanted to touch them so bad.

“Do you wanna touch me?” she said as if she had read his mind.

“Oh yeh!”

“Later maybe. Now we need to satisfy this little ones desire for flesh.” She carefully petted one of the tentacles as if it were a kitten.

Dante forced his attention to the dark slithering things. They rubbed against him, stroke his flesh and lapped at the blood on his wound. It was a weird but not unpleasant sensation. One came down to stroke his cock and he buckled up in the awaited touch. Another one moved around its mistress and squeezed her breast much like he wanted to do. She gave a content sigh and her head fell back exposing a slim pale neck. Dante could just stare at her in awe. She sat just above his hips, thighs spread and exposing a pink and glistering pussy with a small bush of curly dark hair just above the clitoris. He felt his mouth watering at the sight.
She looked down at him and smiled.

“Let me give you a taste.”

With this she scooted forward over his chest, her pink opening leaving a burning trail on his skin. She positioned herself just above his throat, long pale legs hooking around his bound arms.

“Come on, don’t be shy.”

He smiled, being shy wasn’t something he was known for. He let his tongue snake out and tasted her, the flavor of iron and musk exploded in his mouth and he immediately got addicted to it. Thanking his demon blood that had provided him with a tongue slightly longer than a regular human he started to eat away on her exposed flesh. He let the wet muscle explore deep inside of her and was rewarded with a deep sigh of content. Licking and sucking he soon found the spots that turned the sighs into hisses and small moans and he took his time exploring those with tongue and teeth. All too soon he felt her shudder and convulse in her release, she let out a low moan and then became still. The only sound in the room was her panting breath and the soft rustle of the tentacles.

“I believe I deserve some kind of reward.” In the end Dante was a man of business and he knew very well when he had done a job well.

A low laughter came from above him.

“Yes, I believe you are.”

A wide grin spread on Dante’s face but it soon disappeared when he left where one of the tentacles were going.

“Hey what…”

“Hysh sweetie, don’t be scared, it will feel uncomfortable in the beginning but I promise that you will like it in the end.”

Dante wasn’t so sure how a tentacle up the ass could ever feel good because it was very obvious that it was in there the tentacle had intended to go. He could feel the light pressure on his opening and his first reaction was to tense up. But he soon realized that his wasn’t going to stop its advances so instead he tried to relax in hope that it would ease the pain he was sure to come. Sure enough as soon as it broke though a burning tearing pain shot through his body and he couldn’t help but to scream out loud.

“FUCK!”

“Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon enough. Let me help you take your mind of it.” She moved down and straddled his hips, positioning herself right over his weeping member.

All doubt if he really wanted this went out the window as he felt her tight warmness around him. She was still twitching from her orgasm and it felt like he was going to burst right then. But of course the cock ring stopped him from doing so and instead his body shook with a kind of dry orgasm that only left him empty and wanting for more. And then she started to move and he was officially transported to the seventh heaven. He bucked up inside her, trying to get impossible deeper, wanting more, harder, faster. Then the tentacle started to move. In his bliss he had totally forgotten it and it had wormed itself pretty deep inside him. Its sudden retreat from him inside made his body twitch. But the real sensation came when it entered again and hit a spot deep inside of him that made his world go white with pleasure.

The dual ministration of his most private part soon broke him down in to a quivering, moaning and panting pile of pleasure. It was so much and yet he couldn’t come. Instead his body shook with one dry orgasm after another until he lost count of them and it just felt like it was one long ongoing one.

“See..I told you would..ahh…like it.”

He tore his eyes open and took in the sight before him. Bayonetta’s skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, her cheeks flushed and mouth parted so that he could spot her pink tongue. Her perfect breast bounced every time she fell down on his straining cock. The tentacles were all around them. One was occupied with her breast, squeezing them and pinching the hard, pink nipples. Another had sneaked down to her clitoris, rubbing it in time with her rise and fall of his glistering cock. Just the sight of her could have made him come if it wasn’t for the cock ring. But the tentacles hadn’t forgotten him either; they were all around his body, rubbing his nipples, stroking his cock every time the black haired Witch arose from it. A second one had joined the first in his ass and the stretch sent small shivers of pain down his spine. Another two were occupied with the still bleeding wounds on his chest. They lapped at the blood and dug into the flesh to get more of the copper liquid. It hurt, and his back was still burning from the previous whipping. This perfect mix of pain and immense pleasure was something he had never encountered before. Bayoneta’s slim hand suddenly came down on his chest. Long nails were digging into the flesh as she didn’t miss a beat of her erotic dance.
This did it for Dante and he resolved into begging. Something he had never done ever before.

“P-please! Ah…let me…ngh…let me come!”

A breathless laughter.

“Ah yes…since you ask so..mmh…nicely.”

Then the pressure around the base of his cock was suddenly gone. Bayonetta fell down one last time before her orgasm took her and that was all he needed to be pushed over the edge. Her walls clamped down around him and milked him on every drop of his essence. He felt his body shake with the force, he didn’t even realize that his hand were free and gripping onto the pale thighs, that lay on each side of his body, as if his life was depending on it. Then darkness consumed him and he let himself be sweep away.

Bayonetta took a minute to catch her breath before adjusting her glasses and carefully let the man slide out of her. She looked down on her legs where Dante’s fingers hand left dark bruises. Half demon indeed. The tentacles made a last caressing over the body that lay motionless on the bed before transforming back to her regular hair and clothes. She smiled and looked down upon the form on the bed. Dante, he hadn’t been a bad choice, and she would probably choose him again should the opportunity arise. She didn’t think he would mind.