Devil May Cry (Sparda/Eva)
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kinkfestTitle: Perks of the Trade
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emerald_embers
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Xenophilia
Word count: 1113
Summary: Foreplay with a demon is mostly straightforward, everything else on the other hand...
Disclaimer: Non-profit fanfiction, this guy and girl aren't mine.
Prompt: Devil May Cry, Sparda/Eva: xenophilia - 'not as simple as insert tab A into slot B'
It was funny, really, the things you thought of and the things you didn't when you fell in love with a demon. And, certainly, Eva had been prepared for Sparda to be rougher than other lovers she'd had. Expected she'd be wise to keep lubricants handy, make sure she had the next day free for recovery, have a safe word set up and even a hospital number taped to the fridge just in case of an accident. Truth be told, practical aspects aside, she'd thought having sex with Sparda would be fairly normal - he looked human on the outside and she'd seen him training topless before. Human-looking chest.
Very, very nice human-looking chest.
But when things came down to it, she found herself very surprised indeed.
The reluctance bothered her - reluctance on his part to fully undress, to let her reciprocate, and even if the last few times he'd come into her bedroom and used fingers and lips to bring her to orgasm weren't something to complain about, it seemed unfair she had yet to see him naked. There were still things to do if there were small or huge size issues, if that was what worried him.
Eventually, after some persuasion on her part and repeated assurances that the worst she'd do would be to ask him to pull his pants on again, he'd given in and stripped completely naked, only giving her a few moments to look before climbing on top of her and pushing in with what, at least, was a normal erection.
No testicles though. Huh. "Can't you have children?"
"I can," he assured her, fingers of one hand tickling lightly and pleasantly between her thighs while the other threaded through her hair, as enamoured with her gold as she was with his silver. "Demons keep as much on the inside as possible. A warrior isn't much use if one kick between the legs has him paralysed." A grin, then, his fang teeth sending shivers through her in the very best of ways. "Besides, given we reproduced without inserting tab A into slot B for aeons, it's unusual for us to have anything at all."
It made sense in a strange, demonic biology sort of way, and she settled into the rhythm, enjoying the feel of his fingers and -
And how was he keeping himself balanced?
One hand propping him up, one hand in her hair, and one hand tickling her thighs? Hesitating a little even if the little stab of fear only made the ache between her legs worsen, she looked down at where she could feel what apparently was not his fingers, finding what looked like little flesh-coloured pen lids sticking out of his thighs, two on each leg half-hidden by slits in his skin she hadn't seen before.
Holy. God. "W- what are those?" She asked, cursing the hiccup-induced stammer as she dug her nails into his shoulder reflexively.
"They're for tickling."
"Why?" If they didn't feel so good or look so harmless it would definitely be a get-your-pants-back-on moment because yes, those were closer to the sort of weirdness she'd prepared for and it was still strange to see.
"Most demon females," He paused, catching his breath for a moment, "Aren't easy to arouse."
"And tickling helped because?"
Sparda gave her a look before pulling out of her with a definitely pleasing amount of reluctance, nudging her legs further apart before angling his own carefully and oh, god, he was moving where she thought he might be and one of the tickling appendages was just against her folds, flicking back and forth like a tongue, and she wasn't sure if it was the strangeness of that or the completely wicked, ridiculously erotic smirk of his face that was arousing her more. "You seem receptive enough."
"Nnh," she half replied, eyes widening and breath catching in her throat as he shifted his leg barely an inch and now it felt like lapping against her clitoris and it was too, too much by far. "Stop it."
"Why should I?" He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement and god, if they ever had children, they'd better not be half as obstinate as their father. Reaching down, she took Sparda's erection in hand, strokng it briefly before tugging slightly in a hint, hoping he'd shift before the tickling became too much and tipped her over the edge.
"There are better things to do."
He relented, finally, less than reluctant to push back inside her and his expression softened slightly as if he was done being naughty for now, even if her imagination had run off trying to work out if there was a position that would let her have him inside her but still let her make use of the thigh appendages.
Even without their tickling somewhere intimate anymore the ticklers were appreciated, and Sparda's experience showed in other areas too, leaving her overstimulated for far longer than she thought she could bear before she came at last, scratching down his back as he took her orgasm as an excuse to thrust harder, startling aftershocks out of her and another scream that might have been an orgasm before he came.
Looking down before he shifted so as not to collapse on top of her, she couldn't help noticing that the tickling appendages had retreated back into his thighs, the slits covering them looking no stranger than fresh scars. Honestly, the no testicles issue aside, he looked normal while sated.
She couldn't bring herself to be too fond of 'normal', though. Normal meant most humans were demon-fodder who'd try to exorcise Sparda before, during or after his helping them. And xenophilia had major, major perks.
Sparda shifted to lean on one elbow, looking over her and tracing a hand down her chest, flicking a nipple before settling it between her legs, just cupping gently. "You're too beautiful for a human."
"And you're a handsome devil," she replied, not quite sleepy but terribly comfortable in that boneless, useless sort of way. "You can shower, can't you?"
"Unless you rigged the plumbing with holy water, yes."
"Good, good." She smirked a little before returning the possessive gesture slipping one hand between his legs and resting it lightly against his cock. "I don't want you stinking in the morning."
"I'll be no worse than you," he teased, leaning back into the pillows and closing his eyes. "You should get condoms tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Pill or no pill, you're ovulating in two days."
Eva grinned despite herself and curled up against him, ridiculously content at the idea of family-planning, demon style.
Couldn't help wondering how half-demon children would turn out either.
The End
Author:
emerald_embersRating: NC17
Warnings: Xenophilia
Word count: 1113
Summary: Foreplay with a demon is mostly straightforward, everything else on the other hand...
Disclaimer: Non-profit fanfiction, this guy and girl aren't mine.
Prompt: Devil May Cry, Sparda/Eva: xenophilia - 'not as simple as insert tab A into slot B'
It was funny, really, the things you thought of and the things you didn't when you fell in love with a demon. And, certainly, Eva had been prepared for Sparda to be rougher than other lovers she'd had. Expected she'd be wise to keep lubricants handy, make sure she had the next day free for recovery, have a safe word set up and even a hospital number taped to the fridge just in case of an accident. Truth be told, practical aspects aside, she'd thought having sex with Sparda would be fairly normal - he looked human on the outside and she'd seen him training topless before. Human-looking chest.
Very, very nice human-looking chest.
But when things came down to it, she found herself very surprised indeed.
The reluctance bothered her - reluctance on his part to fully undress, to let her reciprocate, and even if the last few times he'd come into her bedroom and used fingers and lips to bring her to orgasm weren't something to complain about, it seemed unfair she had yet to see him naked. There were still things to do if there were small or huge size issues, if that was what worried him.
Eventually, after some persuasion on her part and repeated assurances that the worst she'd do would be to ask him to pull his pants on again, he'd given in and stripped completely naked, only giving her a few moments to look before climbing on top of her and pushing in with what, at least, was a normal erection.
No testicles though. Huh. "Can't you have children?"
"I can," he assured her, fingers of one hand tickling lightly and pleasantly between her thighs while the other threaded through her hair, as enamoured with her gold as she was with his silver. "Demons keep as much on the inside as possible. A warrior isn't much use if one kick between the legs has him paralysed." A grin, then, his fang teeth sending shivers through her in the very best of ways. "Besides, given we reproduced without inserting tab A into slot B for aeons, it's unusual for us to have anything at all."
It made sense in a strange, demonic biology sort of way, and she settled into the rhythm, enjoying the feel of his fingers and -
And how was he keeping himself balanced?
One hand propping him up, one hand in her hair, and one hand tickling her thighs? Hesitating a little even if the little stab of fear only made the ache between her legs worsen, she looked down at where she could feel what apparently was not his fingers, finding what looked like little flesh-coloured pen lids sticking out of his thighs, two on each leg half-hidden by slits in his skin she hadn't seen before.
Holy. God. "W- what are those?" She asked, cursing the hiccup-induced stammer as she dug her nails into his shoulder reflexively.
"They're for tickling."
"Why?" If they didn't feel so good or look so harmless it would definitely be a get-your-pants-back-on moment because yes, those were closer to the sort of weirdness she'd prepared for and it was still strange to see.
"Most demon females," He paused, catching his breath for a moment, "Aren't easy to arouse."
"And tickling helped because?"
Sparda gave her a look before pulling out of her with a definitely pleasing amount of reluctance, nudging her legs further apart before angling his own carefully and oh, god, he was moving where she thought he might be and one of the tickling appendages was just against her folds, flicking back and forth like a tongue, and she wasn't sure if it was the strangeness of that or the completely wicked, ridiculously erotic smirk of his face that was arousing her more. "You seem receptive enough."
"Nnh," she half replied, eyes widening and breath catching in her throat as he shifted his leg barely an inch and now it felt like lapping against her clitoris and it was too, too much by far. "Stop it."
"Why should I?" He asked, eyebrows raised in amusement and god, if they ever had children, they'd better not be half as obstinate as their father. Reaching down, she took Sparda's erection in hand, strokng it briefly before tugging slightly in a hint, hoping he'd shift before the tickling became too much and tipped her over the edge.
"There are better things to do."
He relented, finally, less than reluctant to push back inside her and his expression softened slightly as if he was done being naughty for now, even if her imagination had run off trying to work out if there was a position that would let her have him inside her but still let her make use of the thigh appendages.
Even without their tickling somewhere intimate anymore the ticklers were appreciated, and Sparda's experience showed in other areas too, leaving her overstimulated for far longer than she thought she could bear before she came at last, scratching down his back as he took her orgasm as an excuse to thrust harder, startling aftershocks out of her and another scream that might have been an orgasm before he came.
Looking down before he shifted so as not to collapse on top of her, she couldn't help noticing that the tickling appendages had retreated back into his thighs, the slits covering them looking no stranger than fresh scars. Honestly, the no testicles issue aside, he looked normal while sated.
She couldn't bring herself to be too fond of 'normal', though. Normal meant most humans were demon-fodder who'd try to exorcise Sparda before, during or after his helping them. And xenophilia had major, major perks.
Sparda shifted to lean on one elbow, looking over her and tracing a hand down her chest, flicking a nipple before settling it between her legs, just cupping gently. "You're too beautiful for a human."
"And you're a handsome devil," she replied, not quite sleepy but terribly comfortable in that boneless, useless sort of way. "You can shower, can't you?"
"Unless you rigged the plumbing with holy water, yes."
"Good, good." She smirked a little before returning the possessive gesture slipping one hand between his legs and resting it lightly against his cock. "I don't want you stinking in the morning."
"I'll be no worse than you," he teased, leaning back into the pillows and closing his eyes. "You should get condoms tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Pill or no pill, you're ovulating in two days."
Eva grinned despite herself and curled up against him, ridiculously content at the idea of family-planning, demon style.
Couldn't help wondering how half-demon children would turn out either.
The End
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Date: 2007-10-07 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-07 08:43 pm (UTC)Oh, Sparda/Eva, you are so fluffy yet violent and crackish. <3s!
*snuggles you*
I VOLUNTEER YOU DO BOTH (be smitten and laugh your ass off)!
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Date: 2007-10-07 08:47 pm (UTC)*PROCEEDS TO DO BOTH*
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Date: 2007-10-07 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-07 11:13 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comment :D. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-10-08 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 07:28 am (UTC)Thank you so much for the feedback!
Eva is made of awesome, or, at least, had to be made of awesome; raising two half-demon sons while off doing the fun sort of nasty with their full-demon dad and demon-hunting in between? Got to take a special sort of woman ;).
*hugs*
(And I'm also pleased to bits with the fact that even though slash/yaoi is my usual area of expertise this just came out so easily; het OTPs for the win!)
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Date: 2007-10-08 02:43 pm (UTC)And you wrote it very nicely indeed.
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Date: 2007-10-18 10:18 am (UTC)You kill me with your awesome. :D
*loves*
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Date: 2007-10-20 06:45 pm (UTC)*tacklehugs*
Thank you my darling!
*CPR*