A/N; As promised again, here's the last chapter, as this was a gift. Sorry it's short, but I'm not the person to write them.
Laryna probably writes them better as she's passionate about them. Enjoy.
red, red, everywhere...
She was on fire for him.
Silky long brilliant coloured hair spread out against lovely alabaster skin; she was all flames with the palest tone, so fine it burned him down to his loins.
He groaned inwardly, feeling horny and hard against this very naughty Succubus. Nevan's lusty voice singed his needy soul, sending shivers of ecstatic energy. The woman had energy. Too much of it.
And what better way to take advantage…..shit. Wait. Dante's mind raged; filled with the heady strong drink of absinthe and fire spirits. Long steady heart beats drummed against his rib cage; the need between his legs ached and stretched to a powerful strength. He wanted to push her against the floor, take her open legs and wrap them around him. Instead he moaned as she continued her seductive ministrations all over his body. She went further down, taking pleasure of her bait; the silk feel of her tongue possessed him to no end. The woman knew her way to man's……
A stab of pleasure filled him again and he leaned back with shaking legs; Dante's eyes rolled over, feeling shivers of tiny bites snaking up along his upper body; the hard lines of his torso a feast for a randy demon like her.
A pink fiery tongue lashed out, and the puckered lips started to suck and nip, gently. Nevan dropped alternative attention on Sparda's offspring: chaste and greedy kisses along the masculine chest, licking and tasting, fondling the devil's son with a vengeance of lust and longing.
"You like that?" The purring tease urged him on. "Mmmmmm, I know you do, sweet boy, you want me so bad I can feel it right here." Her finger moved towards her pink portruding nipple and traced them, then quickly ran a line to the bevy of generous heat between her thighs.
"Yeah...right there." Then lazily placed her finger into her mouth with a sucking closed noise. Dante just gaped like a school boy for a moment, recovered himself with a couple of swallows and grinned.
She proceeded to continue her ministrations as she rubbed him with expert fingers, gliding those same fingers down the lines of his body, skin against skin, heat upon electric force. It crackled like lightning and thunder; a combustion of purple heat seekers sent a firework of volcanic eruptions behind his eyes. If he didn't know better, he was being raped. He almost shivered with that nasty thought – nasty because he fucking wanted this. God, he wanted this. Her eager hands found their way to his standing - …….blood pumping …………..
Dante uttered a broken groan. Gritting his teeth, he felt the hot tongue swirl around him as soon as he was set free. She wasn't going slow anymore; a slow easy touch of wet sucking then stopped.
Oh shit. Dante's eyes flew open. Looking down at the beautiful pale face, hair framing her face like flickering fires of dancing sprites and garnet jewels for eyes, he was taken aback. Did he see a pouty look there or a seductress of the night look? Nevan was all kinds wasn't she? Damn woman can't take her hands off me. Dante liked that A LOT. Give him a hot looking woman when he's depressed and it was instant cure-all from a fucked up day.
"Why are you stopping….?" He could hear his gasping; breath catching up to his words. The powerful pounding of blood pumped between his ears, as the sight of her open mouth revealed her sweet tongue – wet and ready. Did he sound desperate? He didn't care. Why was she pausing?
Her heavy breasts hung like large firm melons; they defied gravity and would have made any jealous woman ached to change places with her.
"Baby, you lead…." She lifted her long fingers, telling him in not so many words with come-hither me looks. A woman with not many words. He liked that.
He hated women who talked too much during sex. It turned him off totally and all he wanted to do was drive himself, take everything she offered and goddamn, he hoped she had enough to sustain him. Fuck all night. All week worked for him. Stick him in a closed two by four and he's good to go. Bed and all.
Fuck this….all this thinking drove him mad.
A growl. "Fine…." He didn't realize he had gritted his teeth. Reaching for her, she evaded him a little and the tinkling laughter filled his heavily drugged senses. She was teasing him as her body swayed seductively, hips so curvy they needed to be held fast and tight so he could just fucking take her.
Silver bangs in the way, he blew them away with a whistled mouth, the rigid line around his lips wet with hunger as he found he had captured her soft body, encasing her against naked hard smooth chest.
Reaching out with her steady fingers, touching the soft strand of hanging wet looking silver over his beautiful face, she wanted to feel him, touch him like she had the father. Nevan licked her full red lips, black lashes fluttered up, revealing those garnet eyes to his blue gaze.
"My, you really are sweet…"
He took her mouth then, shutting her up and claiming them like a gorgeous pirate claims a woman for bounty in front of a thick romance book, all pages of hot sex and happy endings.
Dante lifted her up easily, her legs went off the ground as he held her bridal style. She laughed that tinkling silver laugh of moonbeams and dashes of weighty huskiness.
"Sweetheart, I hope you have enough energy because I don't think you can get enough of my sweetness…hell, I hope you have a sweet tooth." His cheeky grin looked so adorable to her as she traced her long fingernail along the strength of his jaw. Any other woman would have rolled her eyes at the cheesy remark, but not Nevan; succubus extraordinaire like her needed to make her man the King of Sex. Or rather a Sex God. Tonight, she'd make sure he got his crown. She nearly rolled her eyes at her own thought.
"And you´re so lovely with all that talk, Dante. Oh my, what would your father think, the way you smooth talk your way…."
He shut her up again, kissing her soundly with a loud smack and proceeded to bounce her up in his strong arms. Dante clomped his boots loudly on the way up to the upstairs. Privacy, and lots of it was what was needed. The noise on the floorboards fading in the background as he made his way towards the bedroom upstairs.
Another sound - the door slammed shut, nearly sending the rafters down; a couple of whisky bottles from downstairs fell, didn't break but rolled to stop against the wall. Nevan´s laughter continued to fill the air, and finally muffled with another kiss.
Empty noises filled the bar, followed by the urging moans of pleasure, floating to fill the entire complex with hot electrical energy.
-the end.