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If she had one regret it would be not being there for Dante. Scratch that she had two, not being there for him, and not expressing her feelings for him.
Ever since he severed the Qliphoth and reunited with his twin, Vergil, to sever all ties between Earth and hell she had these regrets.
What could she do? This was it, she had missed her chance and now all she could do was carry on his lively hood.
Job after job after job and it wasn't enough. Sure Devil May Cry was bathed in an entirely new glow thanks to the transfer of ownership and at first it felt like an accomplishment but now she couldn't escape it long enough.
The building had lost its charm when she took over. She hadn't actually remodeled or removed anything, just made sure the power and water was on every month, but it was missing an integral component: Dante.
Gone was all of the pizza takeout and strawberry sundaes, gone was the slight smell of sulfur and gunpowder, gone was the man she loved and it would forever haunt her that he would never know.
Then one day something happened. Were all of her acts of protection for the common people finally rewarding her? Did her karma finally balance out? Did God feel she deserves a reward for constantly sticking it to hell?
One night she returned home to Devil May Cry, her body aching and her muscles spasming with exhaustion, she made her way to the couch Dante constantly slept on and collapsed onto it.
She finally had nothing left to give. No energy, no will, and now no more bullets. She smushed her face into the leather cushions and inhaled their scent: a smell unique in every way, equal parts her shampoo and Dante's natural smell that mixed together into a blend that was uniquely them.
She closed her eyes and pictured that if they had a daughter she'd smell like this; a paragon of their love, a culmination of all of their best parts made into a little girl.
She sighed deeply and relaxed into the couch, letting the scent blanket her in the fantasy.
Then she felt it.
Vertigo so strong she immediately hurled. Shot shot up and opened her eyes in panic only to see nothing. she was sat on her side, held up by her arms, in an empty void.
The vertigo magnified, it felt like someone tied a bungee cord to her intestines then shoved her off of Temen ni-gru, then started the burning. A searing burn that started inward before spreading outward, covering her entire body in its touch. A scream tore from her throat but she heard nothing.
She closed her eyes, the pain too much for her and then, miraculously, it stopped.
A gunshot rang out beside her followed by a screech. She flinched and opened her eyes, hands pulling at the guns strapped to her bare thigh, and took aim all within a second.
What she saw made her drop them.
Baby faced, no shirt, and skin without wrinkles. She was stunned into silence at the appearance of a much much younger Dante. Dante looking the same as he did back when they first met. He turned toward her, enhanced hearing catching her sharp intake of air and sudden movement, before smirking devilishly as he always had.
Her knees felt weak. she wobbled when she saw his grin before entirely collapsing onto the floor.
"Woah babe am I that stunning?" He smirked, masking his concern, as he strutted over to her.
She stared up at him wide eyed and non moving before remembering she needed to breath. She shot up to her feet and hobbled over on weak legs before reaching up and caressing his cheek.
Her dual colored eyes drank in his slightly surprised eyes, the faint red on his ears, and his dying smirk. she let out a puff of air and rubbed her thumb over his cheek. "Absolutely." She muttered with as much fake bravado as she could muster.
They stayed there, frozen with intimacy, before her legs gave. Dante caught her and muttered a quiet joke to keep up his facade before deciding to sling her over his shoulder.
his very broad and vigorous shoulder.
She grunted as she landed on him, his shoulder digging into her much less firm stomach. She stared over his back at the ruined town before sighing, she had forgotten how much more….soft her body was when she started devil hunting.
Dante was…confused.
After he killed Beat his brother and stopped that Jester demon guy, who was also Lady's father, he thought he'd go back to his solitary existence inside his nameless business.
Yet now he has a name and now he isn't alone. Thanks to a hot, and weirdly maternal, babe he had actually been enjoying life.
He leaned back in his chair, feet on the desk and a magazine covering his face as he mulled over it. "Maybe somewhere out there even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one." he repeated quietly, his words trapped between him and his trusty playboy magazine that rested upon him.
The line was right up his alley, great unironic use of humor and such a stand out string of words, just as memorable as he was. He felt it honored Vergil too. The first words of condolences he received for the newest family member of his to die. A nice gesture that only he would understand.
Yup, definitely up his alley. Speaking of which-
His office door was kicked open and Lady strutted in, her red boots hitting the floor with her routine anger.
"That eager to see me babe?" He remarked as she stalked toward his desk. "you weren't even gone for twelve hours." He muttered as his magazine flew off his face from the force of her walk.
She gently set Kalinna Ann down against his desk before slowly walking toward him. She paused and looked toward the magazine on the floor behind his head. A grin slowly grew upon her face as she slowly leaned down and snatched the magazine.
"Tsk tsk. Such a bad boy Dante, reading naughty material." She shook her head slowly, maintaining eye contact with Dante as she did so. She let go of the magazine before inching downward toward Dante.
Dante narrowed his eyebrows in confusion, both at the unexplainable feeling in his heart and Lady's behavior. "I'm a growing boy, gotta take care of these urges babe." He shrugged in an effort to seem unbothered, but his eyes looked away from hers.
Lady smirked as she saw him falter. She leaned closer until they shared the same air. Her heterochromatic eyes bored holes into his skull and Dante felt like she could see his thoughts.
He cleared his throat, eyes still not meeting hers. "If you don't mind babe, I was actually going to use that so…" He trailed off when she didn't back down.
Instead she leaned back and stared down at his tall form. "Well? Show me how big you grow or are you a 'little' boy?" She teased, devouring his flustered face and aghast expression. "Oh," she cooed, "is big boy Dante scared to follow Through?" She crossed her arms and waited for his response.
Dante stared up at this tiny lady who somehow managed to make him feel dwarfed. of course he's aggressively flirted with women before, some even matched his energy, but something about the look in her eyes.
She had fire and fight and all the things he liked right. He gulped. "I…I would babe but my mother raised me right and I told her I'd wait to get married before doing that stuff." He said lamely after a minute of silence and staring.
Lady uncrossed her arms and offered one of her gloved hands to him. "So let's get married." She leaned her head down next to her offered hand, her other one went on her hip. "Marry me and I'll make those magazines look childish."
Dante swallowed down his heartbeat that managed to make its way up to his throat. This is what he meant, aggressive flirting he could handle, what he couldn't was when she followed through. Most women would flirt then skirt away, but her?
Oh no. She followed through, her eyes as serious as a human having a heart attack, and that was weird.
Lady, fed up with his silence and her past inability to actually tie him down, dropped to a knee. "Is big boy Dante a baby boy?" She said softly. "Does he want to be taken care of? I can take care of you. Will you marry me?" Her eyes earnest and gentle as she spoke.
She looked up hopefully at him and it scared him. Ever since they met eleven months ago she's constantly been scaring and unnerving him. At first she spooked him by being too soft, then she scared him when she stuck around, and now she was scaring him by preying on his mommy issues while asking him to marry her.
He looked from her eyes to her hand and blushed beet red. "Is-Is this uh.." He sputtered out.
Lady smiled at him before rising up and walking past him. He breathed a sigh of relief before he felt her hands slide down his shoulder and intersect on his chest. He could feel the leather under his black compression shirt, could hear the quiet squeaks the leather made as they warped to match her movement. His blush grew even brighter.
Lady leaned her head down on his shoulder and sighed. "Don't worry Dante, I'm not going anywhere ok? So you don't have to worry about answering right now." She laid her head down and nuzzled his neck. "No matter what I'll be here for you, my baby boy."
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as she breathed him in. The warmth and care and love in her voice made his eyes water.
Her voice smothered him in care and love and invigorated him with warmth. It reminded him of…his mother. He blinked back tears and made sure to quell the pit in his stomach before speaking. "Keep hugging me like that babe and I'll show you how much of a grower I am." He tried to kindle the joke from earlier.
Lady nuzzled more frantically into his neck before releasing her hold on his standing up. She ruffled his hair before walking around him before stopping and nodding to his propped up feet.
Dante watched her fervently, his eyes tracing her body before ending on her face as she nodded. Almost hypnotically did he obey her, dropping his feet immediately. They hit the old wooden floor with a loud thud, the wood groaning under the force.
Lady smiled. "Good boy." She walked forward and then hopped up on the desk, planting her plush bottom on the old wooden antique. She crossed her legs and put her hands on her top knee before looking down at Dante and smiling. "Well? You're not gonna lie to me right?" She pouted at the end in hopes of getting him to be more…agreeable.
Dante, despite being thoroughly embarrassed and feeling reasonably exposed, moved to unbuckle his belt, once he unfastened it and pulled it off he paused to look up at Lady. She nodded and he dropped the belt and unbuttoned his pants to reveal his underwear, which had a tent.
Lady licked her lips at the sight of the tent and leaned forward unconsciously. So many times she has dreamt of this moment, only she was in control and not Dante, but that's fine because she could raise him to be dominant. "Is lover boy excited?" A purr rolled deliciously off of her lips and encouraged Dante to burn even hotter.
His tent bulged and he swallowed his nervousness. "This is the first time I've had someone watching," he admitted before quickly following up with, "usually I'm the one in the peanut gallery." He said with a weak smile.
Lady leaned forward and flicked the tent. "Mmm I'm sure." She said as she pulled her hand back. Dante gasped and yelped simultaneously. His hands flew to cover his tent and he looked up at her, gobsmacked at what she did.
"Well lover boy? Do you want the lady to do all of the work or can a big boy like you handle it?" She rested her chin on her hand, her elbow supported by her knee.
Dante's cover on his tent went slack and he slowly pried his hands off of it. He was confused and a little upset. Here was a total babe willing to pamper him with love, actual genuine love, love so earnest he hadn't felt it since…
Dante shook his head. "I can handle it babe, you just focus on being pretty, can't get off by imagination alone." He winked before pulling his semi hard dick out.
Lady watched with a heated gaze. She bit her lip, more in anticipation than arousal. For twenty odd years she had waited for this. To finally get to see Dante be completely and utterly hers.
She had been with him at his worst when he drank for day upon days. She had been with him through the nights when he'd fill the silence with something sharp, when he'd quiet all the dissenting voices in his head with a bullet so he could sleep.
And now she gets to be with him when he's like this: all wrapped around her fingers, a stumbling mess that comes apart at the seams when she calls him 'baby' and he is a baby.
He is her baby.
Once he takes his hand down to hold the base of his hardening member she finally gets to see the one part of Dante she hasn't. "There's a good boy." She coos absentmindedly, the words slipping out due to her pure satisfaction and gratification.
His cock Jumps once her soft words reach his ears.
Lady shivers at the sight and Dante got impossibly redder.
Her cheeks turn a touch red as she stares, infatuated, at Dante's long and thick member. "A grower indeed." She remarks. "You've got this Lady impressed." Uncrossing her legs, she kicks off of the desk and lands in front of Dante where she then kicks his ankles in a nonverbal way to tell him to spread his legs.
And Dante, being her baby, catches on immediately and slowly opens his legs wider so Lady can stand in between them. She looked down at his flustered form, eyes trialing from the look of arousal to the throbbing member of arousal.
Arousal she had caused. The thought sent a spark up her spin that had her slowly kneeling in between his legs. Once she was settled in a comfortable position she placed her left hand on his clothed thigh, rubbing it gently.
The warmth of his skin sneaked past the two layers of fabric separating her hand and his thigh and sent embers that danced up her fingertips. She brought her right hand to her mouth and peeled her glove off with her teeth.
Dante's member jumped in his hand at the sight of Lady's gloving suspended in the air by her teeth. Lady winked at his reaction and playfully tossed the glove onto his face.
Dante sputtered and reached up with lightning speed to remove the glove off of his face. His heart stopped once he saw what lies beneath the glove: Lady's face right in front of his dick, so close in fact that he could feel her hot breath washing over it.
"Hey there," he gasped, choking on his breath when Lady attached her now bare hand around his, encircling the base of his dick with another layer of warmth.
Her fingers ran soft circles over his before slowly tightening and jerking his hand up and down.
Dante gasped at both the tender softness and the amount of focus she was staring at his dick with.
Lady seemed to sense this because she looked up and smiled a soft, small smile. She lifted her index finger from its place behind his and gently stroked the underside of his member. "Is this the first time you've jerked off?" She asked with a teasing smile.
Dante took in a breath of air and shook his head. He looked down at her with his red face and flushed expression before saying, "first time in a while, yeah." He locked eyes with her and smirked. "You gonna walk me through it Lady?"
Lady matched his smirk and, ignoring the feeling she got in her stomach when he said her name, palmed the tip of his cock. "I prefer to hit the ground running." She said offhandedly. "So make sure to keep up."