Feral Weepwop

It had been three years since you started dating Dante.

It was starting to stagnate...maybe too much. And he was such a loser, always being on those video games, eating pizza and screaming at idiot kids on that new computer you bought for him on your 2nd anniversary.

So you decided, while watching him eat day old pizza and garble rants at two-year-olds on the internet, that your life needed spicing up.

"Hey, D! I'm going out, don't wait up!"you shouted, grabbing your wallet and keys and darting out the door.

However...when you thought of 'spicing up' your and your boyfriend's life, you didn't think that the small bottle of shimmery powder that you bought from the perfume store, from the woman with the captivating, yet too-wide smile, would help any. It seemed like baby powder with fine glitter mixed in, almost like a flowers pollen.

You shook your head, spritzing yourself with the shimmery stuff. That was crazy. Pollen? In a bottle? "Dante? I'm home- and you haven't moved. Why are you pouting, big man? Did the kids on the computer bully you?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to act mad, but you make it hard. Can you believe that crap? You make it hard to rage-quit a game...!"he groaned, before he wrinkled his nose, standing up.

"Are you wearing a new cologne or something?"He asked, sniffing your neck like a dog.

"As a matter of fact, I am. I bought this nice bottle of...hey, are you listening?"

Dante grunted as response, taking deeper and deeper sniffs of where you had sprayed the powder. "Kinda...you smell really, uh...good...y'know?"He groaned, his fingers grabbing your hips and pulling you close.

"What did you..." He made a sound that almost sounded like a dog whuffing, and you tried not to laugh. "Dante, do you want something? You seem abnormally thirsty, if you catch my drift."

Dante grabbed your face, and that was when you started to worry. His eyes were glazed over, glowing that red that they got when he was 'going demon' as you called it. "Dante?! What are you- hnmph!!"

You didn't see the kiss coming, but you didn't mind it either. It was hot, wet, messy, with teeth hitting and tongues clashing. All the while Dante kept a firm grip on your face and hip.

"Mmn- Dante- Dante!" You shouted, grabbing his wrist and shirt. You hoped to snap him out of whatever amorous funk had overcome him, but...when you saw the look on his face, you knew that something had to be wrong.

"You smell so good..."he started, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, "what...what did you do?" You backed up, heel hitting the wall, and finally pulled out the bottle.

"I bought body spray, you pervert! It doesn't smell like anything...guh-whoa-"you said as you swooned, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking you.

"Its not body spray."Dante said matter-of-factually. He helped you up, his grip still tight on your waist but his restraint now showing, with a vein appearing on his forehead.

"Its pollen. From Echidna. And you using it makes you smell like a strawberry sundae to any demon horny enough." You laughed, then blinked. "Wait, but what about the swoon? That, ugh, my head still feels gross...that can't be part of the sex pollen."

Dante crossed his arms.

"Its probably the pollen draining you as a way to pollinate whatever she planted on you. Did she touch you?"

You nodded sheepishly, watching his nails digging into his trench coat.

"Dante, are you oka-"

"Lets not talk about me right now. Please thanks."

You watched him don that famous sword of his, and grab his guns. "Wait, where are you going?"you asked, bewildered and definitely not well.

"Echidna's. She died once, I wanna see if I can kill her again. Stay here." And with that he was gone, but not before you caught sight of the furious blush on his cheeks.

Within an hour...well, maybe less, you had to give merit to Dante for his speed, the sick feeling in your body had dissolved, replaced with something far more exciting.

Dante kicked open the door, guns in hand, eyes blazing with what could only be described as demonic lust. You laid on the couch, full titanic like you wanted him to paint you.

"Oh Daaaanteee~♡"you purred, twirling a pair of your panties on your finger. God, it made him hard almost immediately, and he stalked over to you, eyes blazing.

Literally.

His eyes were on fire like he was about to go demon, but he just dropped clothing piece after clothing piece as he walked over, steam rising off his shoulders.

"You smell fucking delicious, babe. Are you sure you wanna go through with this? I don't think I can control myself for long."he groaned, settling between your legs.

You curled your fingers in his hair as his breath ghosted over your clit, making you shiver. "Sex with my drugged and near-demon boyfriend? Hell yeah, let's do this."

He didn't waste a second, flattening his tongue and lapping at your core until he could insert a finger. "God...taste like strawberries, too..."he groaned, sucking the bundle of nerves and making you gasp.

"O-oh, fuck, Dante-! Your mouth is really h-hot!!"you choked out as he spelled coconut on your clit, pumping his finger in and out of your hole until he deemed that he could add another. You pushed at his shoulders, thighs tightening around his head as the heat of his mouth started to make you uncomfortable.

But...a good uncomfortable??

"A-ah~♡ Oh, fffuck, its so hot, its hot!!"you sobbed, fingers grabbing his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth.

He pulled his fingers out, looking up at you with a mixture of worry and lust. "Hot? Damn, baby, I hope so~but...it doesn't hurt, right?"he asked, thumbing at your clit.

You shook your head, your fingers digging into his white locks as you shivvered. "Your fingers are so- ah~♡ so hot!" You moaned, legs shaking as he pressed them against your chest, positioning himself at your entrance, leaning against you and taking your lips on his as he slowly pushed in, letting you adjust to his quickly growing size.

You squeezed your eyes shut, gasping at the tightness of the mating press. When you opened them, you saw Dante, eyes flaming, and Devil Trigger fully activated. He didn't move, his claws digging into your plush thighs, drawing blood.

"Sorry, babe...You smell so good, couldn't control myself~"he groaned, slowly pulling out and thrusting himself back inside and burying his nose in your shoulder and taking a deep sniff.

His hands burned with a fire that seemed to be just under his skin, and it felt so strangely good, the flames mixed with the sting of his claws, and the stretch of his ridged, literally-hot demon cock.

"D-Dante! Ah, so hot! T-too much~♡"you keened, feeling his claws dig in at the sound. "Fuck, you ready to sweat this stupid sex pollen out, baby~?"he purred, grinding himself slowly into you.

You mewled, feeling his huge cock press against your cervix, the ridges catching on your sensitive insides. "Oh- sh-shiiit!! Ah~♡ you're too bi~ig!!" And Dante chuckled, a growl rumbling in his throat as he nipped and lapped at your shoulders and throat, picking up speed, listening to the shluck, shluck, shluck of his hips pounding into your pussy, a white ring forming around his cock.

Blood dribbled down your thighs as his claws dug deeper into the fat of your thighs when suddenly he flipped you over, facing you towards the mirror.

"Look at you…haven't I always said you looked hot covered in blood~?" he purred, returning to a slow and hard pace.

Your face was sweaty, and your eyes were teary. "Ah- Ah- Ah- D-Dante~ S-so…so full! You- HaaaaaAH!"You moaned, cumming hard. But he didn't stop, his hips thrusting up into you hard and quick, mushing your face into the pillows and tilting your hips up, yanking your thighs back to fuck into you harder, deeper.

"Fuuuck, baby…squeezin' me so good, makin' me wanna pump you full of little Dantes, am I right?"he purred, huffing against the nape of your neck as his claws dug into your ankles, his pace hard as he climaxxed. "Yeah, gonna fuck you full of my kids, baby~"he groaned, licking the blood smear from your cheek. "Ha- ah! Dante! M' gonna cum!"you mewled, your vision hazy from the blood loss. Dante licked your tears, his claws cauterising your wounds as he slowly turned back into a human, thumbing over your clit slowly, dragging out your orgasm as much as possible while he pulled out.

Lygus The Watcher

Young, yet storied.

The little boy loses his mind to the Coreflame, again

Again

Again.

Yet I watch, recording his stories, never changing, always chasing,

Gone, the Lance of Fury

Gone, the Goldweaver

Gone, the Hand of Shadow

One by one, the flames flicker out, and the Flame Chase sees its end.

As The Messenger foretold, so shall it end,

I, Lygus, shall watch their storied lives once more.

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My husband and wife are still alive, and also PHAINON/KHASLANA WTF BRO YOU DON'T HAVE TO KILL YOURSELF TO ABORT THE WORLD-

Hoyoverse is being mean to me again