A few hours had passed. Uncharacteristically, Kyrie had ordered takeout for dinner. But, this was not a typical day to begin with.

Kyrie was laying beside Nero, laying on his chest. She broke the comfortable silence with a question.

"Are you scared, Nero?'

"Scared of what?" Nero asked in response.

"The headache you're supposed to have tomorrow. Not knowing exactly what it's going to take to make this go away."

"Eh, I don't know if it'll affect me like it did Nico anyway. I'm not as human as she is."

Kyrie nodded. "That's true."

"I do trust her, though. She'll figure something out."

"You're right..."

Nero wrapped an arm around Kyrie, and squeezed her. "And I don't want you worrying about me either, okay?"

"Nero, if I asked you not to worry about me, could you do it?"

Nero chuckled. "Yeah, fair enough. That's the one thing I could never do for you."

The door to the bedroom swung open. In came Nico, carrying some kind of helmet, and something else that looked kind of like a microscope. "Alright, it's time to get to work! Nero, sit up."

Kyrie rolled to the side, allowing Nero to sit up straight.

"Perfect, now hold still..." Nico set aside the scope, and placed the helmet on Nero's head, strapping it on tight. Then she grabbed the wire coming out of the top, and hooked it up to the other device.

"So, that's going to let you look inside his head?" Kyrie asked.

"Yep. It's just a matter of..." Nico flicked a switch on the helmet, and the trio could hear the hum of technology coming to life.

Nero's hand went to his blindfold. "Ugh..."

"Shit, already?" Nico frowned. "It hasn't been long enough... Is it the helmet? Maybe this was a mistake." Nico reached for the switch again.

"We have to do something, Nico." Nero said. "Come on, tell me what you see."

With a sigh, Nico took off her glasses, and peered into the scope.

As she expected, she saw a monochromatic scan of Nero's brain. What she didn't expect made her jump. "Son of a fuck!"

"How bad is it?" Nero asked.

"Well, I found our love bug..." Nico replied. "And it ain't the cute kind."

"There's a bug in his head?!" Kyrie exclaimed.

"Not a physical bug..." Nico clarified. "It's made of some kind of energy, most likely released when Pacifer broke. It jumped into me, then into Nero."

"Well, at least we have the little bastard trapped." Said Nero.

"That's one way to look at it... I still don't know how we're going to get it out."

"...May I see?" Kyrie asked.

"Uh, honey, I don't know if that's a good idea. You aren't gonna be able to unsee it." Said Nico.

"Here, let me-" Kyrie got out of bed, walked up to the scope, gently bumping Nico to the side. Nico didn't have the heart to hold her ground, and Kyrie looked into the scope.

For the most part, Kyrie saw the same thing Nico saw. In the scan of Nico's screen, there was something with eight legs. It sat still, but it's legs were trembling, quivering, like it was preparing to pounce.

However, when Nico looked, this thing was white. To Kyrie, it flashed in shades of orange, red, purple, and pink.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Nico exclaimed as Kyrie began to faint.

Nico managed to catch her, and guide her limp body into bed. She ended up right beside Nero, who had also fallen backward.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Nico's head fell into her hands. "Nero's gonna kill me when he wakes up..."

If he wakes up, she thought. If either of them wake up.

With a sigh, Nico looked back into the scope.

The scan of the brain looked garbled, like two misaligned images overlapping. More worrying, the creature was on the move right now, and appeared to be spinning a web.

"Well, whatever happens next, it looks like you two are in for a good time..."

* * *

The church was, mostly, empty. Not a single person was sitting in the pews.

In the front, Nero stood alone, dressed in black. Even the Sweet Surrender he wore was painted black. He was nervous. He felt hot and itchy in his suit. Like he wasn't the right man to wear it. Like it was made for someone upstanding, someone who could fit in.

His worries evaporated when the doors opened, and he saw his bride standing before the aisle. Nero smiled like it was the happiest day of his life.

Kyrie's gown was immaculate white, with intricate lacy patterns. However, even as she walked up the aisle, she couldn't shake the feeling that her dress was too tight. Like it was made for another woman. A stronger and more exciting woman, who was fit enough to give Nero what he needs and deserves.

She finally reached Nero, and when he flipped up her veil, allowing them to plainly see each other's faces, and for a moment, she forgot all about the dress. She reciprocated Nero's smile.

They both turned to the side. There was no officiator in this church. Where one would be standing, there was a pair of seats in front of a massive wedding cake, with a stack of plates, forks, and knives beside it.

Nero turned back to Kyrie. "Ready to dig in?"

Kyrie giggled. "Sure."

Nero led Kyrie to her seat. Then, he dished up a plate with cake, and sat beside her. "Here-" He lifted a small forkfull to her mouth.

With a smile, Kyrie accepted the bite.

"How does it taste?" Nero asked.

"Sweet." Kyrie replied. "May I have another bite?"

"Of course you can." Nero raised another bite to her mouth, and Kyrie accepted it.

This continued, and Kyrie's slice of cake was finished rather quickly. Nero still held the fork and plate. "Do you want seconds, Kyrie?"

"Oh, well, I don't see why..." Kyrie started. Then, that feeling returned. Like her dress fit just a little too snug, like one wrong move would make the whole thing come undone. Even with this on her mind, Kyrie's smile hardly faltered. "...I- I'm alright, dear. Thank you."

Nero frowned. "Kyrie, it's your special day. This cake is for you."

"Nero, it's oka-"

"You should enjoy it." Nero cut off another slice, bigger than the first. "I want you to enjoy it. Here-" He lifted a big bite of cake to her lips.

Kyrie opened her mouth to protest, but looking at Nero's face, she couldn't bring herself to. "Okay, Nero."

Kyrie took the bite. It tasted just as sweet as the first.

Nero offered her another bite, then another, until this slice too was gone.

Now Kyrie knew her dress was too tight, and the feeling wasn't helped by the frosting around her lips.

Howevr, before Kyrie could even think about that, Nero was cutting off yet another massive slice.

"Oh, Nero, I really shouldn't-"

"Kyrie, you deserve the world. You deserve so much more than I could ever give you. Let me give you this, at least."

"Nero-" Kyrie was cut off by a forkfull of cake being pushed past her lips.

This went on for some time. She must have had a dozen slices - big slices - of cake when Nero set down the fork and plate.

Kyrie's dress didn't just feel too tight, it looked too tight. She was already a little wide before, but now her size must have doubled. The dress was stretching around her form, calling attention to every roll and wrinkle in her flesh. She tried to convince herself not to panic. Surely she was overreacting?

She looked back to Nero who, sure enough, was still smiling at her. "I'm the luckiest man alive, Kyrie... I know every guy says that, but its true when I say it." He reached for Kyrie's hand. "Because I have you."

Kyrie reached for Nero in turn, though bending forward took a little effort. And then, it happened.

The dress tore.

And not just in one spot. Rips opened up in several places across Kyrie's belly and thighs.

Kyrie couldn't contain her worry anymore. She screamed.

"Kyrie? What's wr-"

"My dress! My dress is..." Kyrie choked up. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Ruined. It's ruined. It already wasn't a good fit, and now it's ruined. I let Nero spoil me, let him give me everything. Now he can see me for the big, fat, greedy pig I really am.

"Kyrie, it's okay!" Nero immediately put his arms around her, and held her tight. "I don't care about the dress!" He looked down at the garment, seeing where it had come undone. "Honestly, on you? It still looks... Good..."

Really good.

Nero's eyes were drawn straight to Kyrie's thighs. He had always liked them, but now they looked even fatter, especially straining against the confines of her white wedding dress. The rips in the fabric gave him glimpses of her pale, freckled flesh, and he had to wonder how much softer they must feel now.

Kyrie sniffled. "Nero?"

"Huh?!" He was snapped out of his trance, and felt suddenly reminded of how hot and itchy his suit felt.

Kyrie's lip quivered. "You were staring..."

"No! I wasn't! I-"

Kyrie's face fell into her hands, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

I was. I was staring. I looked at her like a hungry predator, like she was fresh meat. Kyrie's upset, and all I could think of was her body. Now she can see me for the vile, dangerous monster that I really am.

Nero's eyes fell to the floor. "I'm sorry..."

"No!" Kyrie shouted. "No... I'm sorry, Nero. I'm sorry I'm so hideous. That I couldn't stay beautiful for you. That I wasn't strong enough to."

"Wait, what?!" Nero did a double take. "Kyrie, you're gorgeous!"

"Don't even start, Nero! I'm not blind. I'm a cow. You're a hero, a god, and I'm just a cow!" Kyrie's sobbing continued.

Nero couldn't believe what he was hearing. Kyrie thought she wasn't beautiful. It was outrageous. It filled him with rage. So much rage it made him feel even hotter in his suit. The fabric felt even itchier against his skin. It was holding him back. It needed to come off, and it needed to come off now.

In a flash, Nero entered his devil form, baring his demonic body. At last, that suit was gone, and the cool air felt soothing on his skin.

As much as he wanted to find whoever put these lies in his Kyrie's head and tear them to pieces, he needed to make her stop saying these terrible things first.

Kyrie started again. "I tried to be good enough, Nero, I really-"

She was cut off as Nero stuffed a fistfull of cake into her mouth, and practically shoved it down her throat. Nero slowly pulled his fingers out of Kyrie's mouth, as her lips gently sucked on them, cleaning the frosting from his knuckles.

"Is it good?" Nero asked.

Kyrie swallowed the bite. "...It's good, Nero. It's so good. But I'm not-"

"No. Nothing else matters. You make me feel good, and I want to make you feel good. That's the only thing we should worry about." Nero grabbed another fistfull of cake. "You're going to eat this cake. Not as much as you think you should have, but as much as you want. Because that's exactly how much you should have. Am I clear?"

Kyrie looked into Nero's yellow, animal eyes, burning with desire and sheer will.

"Am I clear, Kyrie?"

Kyrie blinked through her tears. "...I love you, Nero."

"I love you too, Kyrie. Now enjoy."

Nero kept stuffing cake into Kyrie's mouth. She hardly had the chance to taste it, let alone chew it, but she didn't care. Her dress continued to grow tighter, and the rips in the fabric continued to grow longer, but she didn't care. The chair she sat in began to creak and groan under her weight, but she didn't care.

All Kyrie could focus on was Nero, as he fed her like it was the most important thing in the world.

Only the top layer of the cake remained when the chair finally broke, and Kyrie fell to the floor. She could hardly feel it, she had grown so big.

Nero didn't slow down. He just grabbed the top layer, climbed on top of Kyrie's chest, and shoved it into her mouth.

When Kyrie swallowed it, she simply laid there for a while. She felt heavy, and full. And she was big, she knew she was. Her belly alone had grown to be big enough for Nero to lay on. She could hardly move, but she knew that with Nero, she would never need to. He would take care of her, and he would be so happy to.

"Nero..." Kyrie's voice had become noticeably deeper from her increased size.

"Kyrie?"

"Get this dress off of me..."

Nero tore what remained of the dress from Kyrie's body, finally letting her flesh hang free.

Nero's breath hitched. "You're beautiful..."

"Don't just say that. Show me." Kyrie commanded.

"I will."

Nero activated Sweet Surrender, and placed its flexing, vibrating hand on Kyrie's belly, before beginning to rub her in a circular motion.

Kyrie moaned. The motion against her full belly felt incredible. The pleasure seemed to move up into her chest, then, to her surprise, she let out an incredibly loud burp.

Kyrie gasped. "Excuse me!"

Nero chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Nero kept rubbing Kyrie's tummy, but as he did, his eyes were pulled to her chest. Eventually, the rubbing stopped.

"What is it, Nero?"

"I want to fuck your tits, Kyrie."

Kyrie giggled. "Oh my... That's awfully crass of you, Nero." She grinned. "I like it."

Nero's wings unfurled, and grabbed Kyrie's breasts, pressing them together. He placed his hand and Sweet Surrender over her areolas, which his hands did not even cover. He slid his already erect cock in-between them, and to his delight, her cleavage was enough to engulf his cock completely.

Nero began thrusting his cock back and forth. "You're so soft, Kyrie..." He grunted. "I've dreamed of these big fat tits more times than I can count, but never like this..." Then he moaned. He kept thrusting quickly, watching Kyrie's enormous breasts jiggle in his grasp. "Fuck, I'm already close..."

"Wait, stop!" Kyrie commanded.

At once, Nero stopped thrusting, and let go of her breasts, letting them fall to her sides. "What is it?"

"I'm still hungry, Nero... Could you feed me, one more time?"

Nero grinned.

He got off of Kyrie's body, and knelt in front of her head, pressing the head of his cock to her lips. "How deep do you want it?"

"Go all the way, Nero."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I don't want you to waste a drop, so don't take any chances. I want you to plant your seed right in my stomach."

Kyrie's words alone were nearly enough to push Nero over the edge, but he held on long enough to slowly slide his cock past Kyrie's lips down her throat.

She didn't gag, gracefully accepting his length, until her lips touched his base.

Nero performed three slow, shallow thrusts. They was all it took for him to start cumming.

As his orgasm proceeded, Kyrie's belly swelled up just a little bit more, and began to faintly glow blue from the load he put inside her.

When Nero was finally finished, he slowly pulled out of her, and of course, not a single drop of his cum came out with him.

Nero panted. "Was that sweet enough for you?"

Kyrie too was catching her breath. "It was so sweet, Nero."

"Good... You deserve it." Nero looked up to Kyrie's glowing belly. "You look so beautiful... And you're mine."

Kyrie nodded. "All yours, Nero. As long as you'll have me."

"Always." Said Nero. "Always and forever." Nero climbed back onto Kyrie's body, and laid on her belly. "Kyrie, I might fall asleep here..."

"Nothing would make me happier, Nero. Sleep tight."

"You too, Kyrie..."

The two of them laid together, and soon peacefully drifted off to sleep.

* * *

"I GOT YOU NOW, FUCKER!!!" Was the first thing Nero and Kyrie heard when they woke.

Nico was sitting in front of the scope, which had a new device attached to it. It was some kind of glass bulb, now brightly flashing red, orange, purple, and pink.

"Nico?" Kyrie turned to the window, and it was noticeably darker outside. "How long were we out?"

"Longer than the last couple times, that's for sure. That's alright, it gave me just enough time to catch our little pest." She flicked the glass bulb.

Nero yawned. "That would explain why my headache's gone..." He unstrapped, and took off his helmet. Then, he took off his blindfold. "Good work, Nico."

Nico grinned smugly.

Kyrie took off her own helmet. "So... What are you going to do with it?"

Nico sighed. "As much as I'd love to study it some more, the smart thing would be to keep it locked up until I can destroy it."

Nero nodded. "You're probably right."

"Hold on," Kyrie butted in. "I mean, is it really that dangerous? What has it done besides knock us out and give us dreams?" She turned to Nero. "And... It was a pretty 'sweet dream', don't you think?"

Nero locked eyes with Kyrie, and turned red. "Yeah... It was."

"Wait, hold on, you remember this time?!"

"Hey, we do!" Nero exclaimed.

"Well, shit! What happened?"

Nero glared. "We're not telling you!"

"Please, Nero? For science?"

"The answer's no."

"Damn." Nico turned to the bulb. "Well, if I can figure out how to make you give people wet dreams they'll actually remember, then you might just be worth keeping around after all."

Kyrie giggled. "Just remember to let me know how that goes, Nico."

"Are you kidding? I'll probably tell the whole world! They'll be lining up for a hit from our love bug!" She was smiling wide, until she looked at Nero. "That is, so long as you're okay with it."

"If you're gonna try and start a side business with that thing, just do it far away from us. We don't want that kind of attention." Nero replied.

"But you don't mind if I keep it around? To study it?"

"Hm... Nah." Nero put an arm around Kyrie. "It's not really so bad, just like you said."

"Great!" Nico scooped her equipment. "Alright, you little freak, let's get to know each other!" Then she hurried out of the room.

After a moment of silence, Nero turned to Kyrie. "You know you're beautiful, right?"

Kyrie chuckled. "I... I tend to forget. But you always remind me."

Nero shook his head. "I don't think I say it nearly enough..."

"Dear, you don't need to say it. You show me. With the way you look at me, the way you spoil me." Kyrie took Nero's hand. "You never let me forget how important I am to you."

"Good." Nero nodded. "I'll keep it up." Nero scratched the back of his head. "So you're really gonna try that thing again when Nico makes it work?"

Kyrie sighed. "I would certainly like to. You're capable of incredible things already, Nero, but in that dream, I got to be incredible. It was almost like a transformation." Kyrie giggled. "That, and I got to eat an entire cake by myself without consequences."

Nero chuckled. "That is a pretty sweet deal."

Kyrie leaned on Nero's shoulder. "And you really liked my body like that, didn't you?"

"...Yeah. I did."

Kyrie put her arms around Nero, and squeezed him tight. "Well, I may not be so big anymore, but... Maybe the fun can continue later tonight."

Nero smiled. "I'd like that. As fun as that was, I'll take the real thing over a dream any day."

Kyrie nodded. "I really, really love you, Nero."

"I love you too, Kyrie."

Something strange happened to Nero.

Nero was simply sitting in the passenger seat of the van, enjoying some peace and quiet while Nico was plundering the remains of the latest meathead from the Underworld to cross Nero for parts to use in her projects. After what a pain in the ass this one was to kill, Nico didn't even complain when Nero declined to help her.

Nero's thoughts turned, as they often did, to Kyrie. He wondered what she was doing back at the house, and if she was having a good day.

Naturally, he picked up the phone and dialed her number. She picked up very quickly.

"Nero?" She inquired, softly, as she always did.

"Hey." He replied, softly, as he only did for her. "Just wanted to hear your voice. How are things at home?"

"Things are great, Nero." He could tell just from her voice that she was smiling. "Kyle and Julio are at school, and Carlo's taking a nap."

"Sounds nice and quiet..." He had to admit to himself that he could be jealous of the attention the children got. Part of him wanted Kyrie all to himself. "...What are you wearing right now?"

"W- Wearing?" Kyrie sounded shocked.

Nero was a little surprised too. Where did that come from? He'd certainly wondered before, but he'd never brought himself to ask.

Before he could think of a way to change the subject, Kyrie replied. "Well... I'm actually wearing one of your band shirts right now. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not." Nero smiled. He'd had some of those shirts since before the day Dante entered his life. They were as deviant as Blue Rose from the Order's ideals, and couldn't even be purchased legally on the island, but that kind of thing had never stopped him. Nero found himself imagining how the shirt fit Kyrie... He was slimmer than her, and not that much taller. The thought of how tightly the shirt must fit her made him feel very warm. "...What else are you wearing?"

"Well... I haven't actually put on pants yet." She admitted, even more quietly than usual. "I'm, um... Borrowing some of Nico's underwear. They have white and yellow stripes on them."

"Oh..." For a moment, Nero had forgotten to breathe. The image of Kyrie wearing a shirt that was too small for her, with panties that were probably also too small for her, had replaced all else in his mind.

That was when it happened.

Nero grunted as his body changed, trading his human guise for the demonic visage he discovered at the Qliphoth.

"Nero?! Are you alright?! What was that sound?!"

"Uh..." Nero felt the same euphoria he always did when he entered this form. His broadened shoulders, his narrowed hips, his enlarged pectorals, and his slightly increased height all made him feel powerful, and more like himself.

But something was different. For one, he had never transformed without meaning to before. Normally, he had to muster the strength to change, and be could only maintain his stronger form for so long. This time, it was like a wellspring of energy was flowing from some place deep within him, with no sign of slowing down.

"...Yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You sound different."

Do I? "I'm okay, Kyrie. You don't have to worry about me."

"...Okay." Kyrie's voice grew calm again.

"So, uh... What're you doing right now?" Nero asked.

"Actually, I've actually been drawing again." The smile had returned to Kyrie's face, Nero was sure.

"That's great, Kyrie! Tell me all about it."

"Well, uh-" Kyrie proceeded to tell Nero about her youthful artistic journey, and how she's trying to retrace those steps now. He really did want to hear about it, but right now, Nero was fixated still on Kyrie's chosen wardrobe.

As Nero sat, not so much listening to Kyrie as he was getting lost in the sound of her voice, that energy inside him slowly grew more intense... Until, finally, something sprung out of him.

"Wha-?" Nero cut himself off before he could give Kyrie any sign that something was amiss. As Kyrie continued to speak, Nero reached with his left hand to that spot between his legs, to the slit he wasn't sure was when there to begin with, to the blue, translucent, rough-textured, 12-inch cock that was stretching it wide. The touch felt amazing.

Where was I even keeping all of this? Nero hadn't really thought about how his transformation affected his internal anatomy before. Was he even solid on the inside in this state?

As Kyrie spoke still, he flicked his socket, and summoned a Devil Breaker: Sweet Surrender. It was made as what Nero could only assume was a practical joke meant to embarrass him and Kyrie, but he couldn't help but find that the Breaker was good for soothing his wounds when he didn't have the power to heal (though he would never admit to Nico that he used it for that).

Now, he reached down with the prosthetic, rubbing the edges of his slit while he stroked his length with his remaining hand. Nero was used to remaining quiet when he pleasured himself, but he'd never felt anything quite this intense, and doing this with Kyrie on the phone was bold to say the least.

Nero was briefly snapped out of his passion when he heard footsteps, and whistling.

Nico was on her way back to the van.

"Uh, Kyrie, I have to go."

"Oh... Okay, I'll talk to you when-" Kyrie was cut off as Nero hung up the phone, rushed to the van's bathroom, locking the door behind him, and hurried into the shower, turning on a blast of cold water. He was startled by the sound of Sweet Surrender shattering as soon as the water made contact. Crap! I forgot to toggle it off before I got in... Ugh.

Nero stood under the cold water, which did nothing to cool his mood, as Nico stepped into the van, and flopped onto the couch with a loud thud.

When the noise had settled, Nero began to stroke his cock with his left hand once again. His thoughts returned to Kyrie. He tried to imagine her bare breasts enveloping the base of him, and her lips gently soothing the tip. He tried to imagine his length sliding as far as it could fit into Kyrie's wet cunt.

He was once again distracted by Nico, this time getting up to open the refrigerator.

Nero tentatively continued to stroke himself. His thoughts returned to the panties Kyrie was wearing. White with yellow stripes...

But now, he remembered that she borrowed them from Nico.

He found himself picturing how she looked in them, the stripped fabric complementing the contours of her comparatively petite ass, and of her bulge. He wondered how big she was.

Not as big as me, that's for sure.

He wasn't sure what possessed him to, but he flicked his socket again, summoning his most durable Breaker: Tomboy. This one was designed to interface with his weapons, Red Queen and Blue Rose. But now he intended to use it on a different tool.

As soon as he closed the mechanical fist around his base, he felt a surge, from the power within him rushing to meet the power of his prosthetic, drawn together like magnets. He jerked his cock quickly, and didn't even stop when Nico banged on the door.

"Hurry up in there! I gotta take a leak!"

Nero didn't respond, he simply continued to touch himself faster and faster.

"Nero, I know how to pick locks! I might just come in whether you're ready or not!"

Do it. I dare you to. I want you to.

Nero picked up the pace even more, and pictured the look on Nico's face if she barged in. He imagined pouncing on her. He imagined sliding himself down her throat with ease, or slowly shoving himself into her ass. Maybe spanking her a bit, too, for good measure. He wondered what color underwear she was wearing now, if any.

"Nero, if you don't say something right now-"

A shiver went down Nero's spine, and he grunted loud as he released onto the shower floor. The wellspring of power had vanished, and he returned to his human form, and caught his breath as he watched the luminous blue fluid that came out of him be washed down the drain.

What a waste.

"Nero? Are you all good in there?"

"I'm fine... Almost done..." Nero looked down at himself, and realized that he was fully clothed, and now soaking wet. "Could you bring me a change of clothes?"

Nico sighed. "Fine." He could tell just from her voice that she had just rolled her eyes.

* * *

Nico was now in the bathroom. Nero was outside, leaning against the van.

What just happened to me? What am I gonna do if it happens again?

Even more than concern about the cause of what he just experienced, Nero couldn't help but feel some guilt about the fantasies he'd indulged. Though, which one he felt worse about, he wasn't sure.

On one hand, he felt awful thinking of Kyrie's body in that way. She was a saint, an angel on Earth, and he just thought of using her body for his own pleasure. Nico, by contrast, was bawdy and vulgar. It didn't seem to be such a stretch to think of her sexually.

And yet, he couldn't help but feel like he'd betrayed Kyrie. For a long time, he'd prided himself on only having eyes for her, and now those eyes have wandered.

It was a sunny afternoon in Fortuna. Nico had insisted on watching the kids for the day, and practically kicked Nero and Kyrie out of the house. The young couple were happy to take her up on the offer. Between hunting devils and fostering the children, the two of them hadn't had much time alone together as of late.

With nowhere to go, the pair simply took a walk through the Castle City, beneath the ruins of the black monolith that was once a Hellgate. Finally, they stopped in a familiar place: a fountain outside of a certain cathedral. There were some other visitors, scattered around the fountain, minding their own business. Thankfully, the cathedral was closed today.

Kyrie smiled. "It's nice being back here, isn't it?"

Nero didn't respond. He recalled the day that the Order's plans went into motion. The day demons attacked, and Dante entered his life. He recalled Kyrie, shielding a child in her arms, prepared to be torn apart by this very fountain.

"We had our first kiss in this very spot, right?" Kyrie stepped closer to Nero, until they were all but touching.

"Oh, yeah... Yeah." Nero's face felt hot, and he quickly backed away.

Kyrie chuckled, and made no move to restore their closeness. "You kicked some serious 'demon ass' here, too."

Nero rolled his eyes. "You've been talking to Nico too much."

"Well, it's true! It was a sight to behold, really. You didn't let a single one even touch me."

Nero shook his head. "There were some close calls, though..."

"Well... Maybe that was part of the fun." Kyrie stepped back into Nero's personal space. "Life's a lot more thrilling with you in it, Nero." Kyrie slowly reached up to touch his cheek.

Nero didn't recoil from her touch. "I'd rather you be safe than thrilled, Kyrie."

"I am safe with you, Nero." Kyrie stepped even closer, pressing her chest to Nero's. "You wouldn't let anything happen to me, right?"

"Right." Nero smiled. "But, why take chances?"

"We're worth the chance, Nero. You're worth it." Kyrie took Nero's remaining hand, and put it on her waist. "Don't you think?"

"I, uh..." It was at that moment that Nero noticed a feeling deep within him.

Like a wellspring of power.

Without a single word, Nero took off, running straight for the cathedral.

"Nero?! Nero, what's wrong?!" Nero was through the door before Kyrie had gotten the last word out. She hurried after him, and let herself inside.

* * *

The inside of the cathedral looked almost the same as it had all those years ago. The day of the Festival Of The Song. The day Kyrie watched His Holiness be shot in the head, and then got more unbelievable from there.

But that wasn't at the forefront of Kyrie's mind. She scanned the pews for Nero, until she caught a glimpse of a figure on his hands and knees.

"Nero?!" Kyrie ran toward the first row. "Nero, I'm sorry, I don't know what I-"

"Stay back!" Nero shouted in response. His voice sounded... Different. Somehow distorted.

"...Nero?" Kyrie slowly walked up past the first row.

"Kyrie, wait..."

Kyrie turned the corner, and when Nero met her eye, her jaw dropped. "Oh, my... Is this your... Your devil form?"

Nero was facing away from Kyrie, hiding all but his back from her.

She stepped closer. "Nero, let me see..."

"No! Don't look! Just... Get out of here."

"Nero." Kyrie said, as softly as she could. "Please don't shy away from me."

"I don't want to hurt you..."

"You wouldn't."

"How can you be sure?!"

"Because I know you, Nero. I trust you. You've earned my trust." Kyrie knelt beside him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him to turn over.

Nero shivered under her touch. His scaly flesh felt feverish.

"Come on, Nero. Let me see you."

Against his better judgement, Nero obeyed, and turned onto his back.

Kyrie gasped. Besides the obviously demonic features, Nero's figure had changed. His shoulders broadened, and his musculature increased. But what drew Kyrie's gaze the most was the foot-long member standing from between his legs.

"Nero, you're..." Enormous. "... Beautiful."

Nero's yellow eyes finally met Kyrie's. "...You really think that?"

"Of course I do! I mean, your eyes, your hair, your colors, your... Um..." Kyrie's gaze returned to Nero's dick.

Nero's eyes fell again. "This has been happening on and off for a while. I'll get a little too excited, and end up stuck like this."

Kyrie giggled. "So I 'excited' you too much out there?"

Nero nodded.

"I'll have to be more careful next time, then. So... Now what?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, when does it usually go away?"

"After, I... Uh..." Nero all but squirmed with nervousness.

"After you what, Nero?"

Nero remained silent.

"Darling." She put a hand on his cheek. "You can tell me."

Nero sighed. "After I... Get off."

"Oh." Kyrie turned pink.

"Why don't you head back outside? I'll be out as soon as I can."

"...Is that what you want?"

"Huh?"

"You don't want me to stay?" Kyrie rested a hand on Nero's toned stomach. "To... Lend a helping hand?"

Nero shivered, and his dick twitched. "Kyrie, I can't ask you to... I can't..."

"Nero. Look at me." Kyrie spoke, in an almost-but-not-quite stern tone.

Nero obliged.

"Do you want me to?"

After a moment's hesitation, Nero whispered. "...Yes."

"Then I will." Kyrie's hand slid down Nero's body, and wrapped tightly around the base of him, provoking him to moan. She began slowly stroking up and down his length, maintaining a firm grip.

"Oh my- Kyrie..." Nero squirmed beneath her touch. "You're so... How do you..." He moaned again.

"...A lot of dirty books." She admitted.

"Dirty books? I never thought you-"

"Well, you're not the only one who feels ashamed sometimes. But you don't have to hide from me, Nero, and I'm not going to hide from you. Not anymore." Kyrie kept stroking as she leaned down to kiss him.

Nero reciprocated, and couldn't fight the urge to slip his tongue past her lips.

Kyrie sucked on Nero's tongue for but a moment, before pulling away. "Wow... It seems like this isn't the only part of you that's big." Kyrie giggled.

Nero chuckled. "Did you want me to put it to work... Somewhere else?"

"Oh, yes, Nero, yes I do. Hang on-" Kyrie let go of Nero's cock, to his chagrin, which was quelled when she sat back and spread her legs. "Alright, go ahead."

At once, Nero crawled toward her, and reached up her dress. He pulled her panties down her legs with just his remaining hand, and took a moment to look at them. They were white with black spots, like a cow's fur of all things.

"... Are these Nico's too?"

"...No." Kyrie blushed. "They're mine."

Nero grinned, baring his fangs, and tossed them aside. He crawled into Kyrie's dress, head-first, and put his mouth to work, sliding his tongue past her folds and suckling at her clit.

Kyrie moaned, and her head fell back. "Nero..." Her hand ran over her dress, until she found the top of Nero's head, and gently rubbed him. "Nero, you're a natural."

Nero practically growled into her cunt, his distorted voice sending a potent vibration on top of his licking and sucking.

"Oh, by the Savior, don't stop!" Kyrie cried out, her blasphemous words echoing through the cathedral.

Nero obliged, accelerating his movements.

But only a short moment later, Kyrie spoke again. "Wait, stop-"

Nero pulled back at once. "Are you okay?"

"Nero, I'm wonderful." Kyrie pat him on the head. "But I'm not ready for this to be over yet. Crawl out of there."

Nero backed up, and stood upright on his knees.

Kyrie rose to her feet, and began stripping out of her dress. Nero watched, jaw slack, as she revealed her bare body, and unhooked the bra that matched her discarded panties, letting her breasts hang freely.

Nero let out a shaky breath. "Kyrie..."

"Yeah... I know I'm not as lean as you are, Nero, but..."

"But what? You're a goddess."

"Oh, you're just saying that. I've seen the women you work with-"

"And none of them compare to you."

"What makes me so much more beautiful, then? And don't say anything about my personality."

"Kyrie..." Nero sighed. "I like that you're bigger than them. I like that you're soft, I like that you're heavy. You're what I want. Do you get that?"

Kyrie smiled sheepishly. "...Thank you." She gently lowered herself, sitting on the floor in front of Nero, and laid on her back. "Okay. I'm all yours."

Nero leaned over Kyrie, lined up his cock to her folds, and gently pushed the head in.

Kyrie shivered.

"Are you ready?"

Kyrie nodded. "I'm ready."

Slowly, Nero inserted his length into Kyrie. She let a moan escape her lips.

"I know it's a lot, Kyrie... Just tell me when to stop."

"Okay." Kyrie kept an eye on Nero's disappearing shaft, until finally she spoke up. "Okay, stop."

Nero went still. He was nearly two thirds of the way inside of her. "Holy shit, Kyrie... That doesn't hurt, does it?"

Kyrie blushed. "I've practiced, okay? Maybe I should show you my toys some time..."

Nero chuckled. "Maybe..."

"Alright, Nero, you can start."

"Okay..." Nero started slowly sliding in and out of Kyrie.

Kyrie moaned, and clenched her walls around him. "That's good, darling... You can go a little faster."

Nero picked up the pace. His breaths grew labored. They soon turned to grunts, then to moans, then to whines.

Kyrie wasn't quiet herself. "That's good, Nero, so good... Don't stop... Go faster..."

Nero laid his weight on top of Kyrie, and began thrusting even more quickly.

Kyrie cried out, and wrapped her arms around him. "Yes! Good boy! Fuck me hard, Nero!"

Nero started moving faster still. "Ugh, you feel so damn good..."

Kyrie wrapped her legs around Nero's waist. "So do you... Oh, Nero, I'm about to-!"

Kyrie cried out, and began to twitch around Nero's length. She squirmed and moaned as her fluids squirted past Nero's cock.

"Ugh, fuck..." Nero just kept fucking her through the spasms, her erratic movements and the spray of her climax sending him over the edge. His cock twitched as it pumped into Kyrie. "Fuck, fuck, fuck yes..."

Kyrie's climax ended first, and she laid back as Nero's warmth continued flowing into her.

Finally, Nero's climax drew to a close, and he went limp on top of her. "Kyrie, that was wonderful... You're an angel..."

Kyrie giggled. "You weren't so bad yourself."

The couple laid together for a good while, until - at long last - Nero returned to his human form, and to his clothes.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "There we go..." And he rose to his knees. "Uh..."

"Is something wrong?" Kyrie looked down at herself, and her eyes turned wide. "Oh..."

A blue, luminescent fluid was dripping out of Kyrie's folds and onto the cathedral floor.

Kyrie gulped. "...You don't think you could get me-"

"I don't know! I mean, probably not, right?"

"Right... I mean, it's not even my time of the month anyway."

"Right." Nero nodded. "I mean, what are the odds?"

"But we'll be more careful next time."

Nero smiled. "Next time?"

"Of course." Kyrie smiled back. "Next time you get 'excited', just tell me, okay?"

"Okay." Nero leaned down, and kissed Kyrie on the forehead.

Kyrie giggled. "Alright, let's get out of here."

"Let's."

"As soon as I get dressed."

"Shouldn't you get cleaned up, first?"

"That can wait, let's just get home already."

"Sounds good to me." Nero leapt to his feet, and hurried to retrieve Kyrie's discarded panties.

"That is, unless you want to parade my naked body through the streets."

"We get enough crap as it is. Besides, I don't feel like sharing with them." Nero tossed Kyrie her panties.

"Oh, but wouldn't you want them to see what they can't have?" Kyrie sat up, and pulled on her panties.

"If they can't see what they're missing already, they're blind." Nero put Kyrie's bra onto her, and hooked it into place.

Kyrie blushed. "Oh, Nero."

Nero helped Kyrie to her feet. "Uh, are you sure you didn't want to get cleaned up first?" He pointed to where a glowing blue drop was already running down her leg.

"Maybe I want you inside me for just a little longer." Kyrie whispered. "Besides, no one's going to see." Kyrie pulled on her dress.

Nero exhaled sharply. "I had no idea you were so... Freaky."

"Does it bother you?"

"Not at all."

"Good. Okay, I'm ready. Let's head home."

The young couple walked to the cathedral door hand-in-hand, having gotten closer than ever in more ways than one.

"We should buy Nico flowers for kicking us out." Nero said nonchalantly.

Kyrie laughed. "Or maybe a brand new car."

Nero laughed too.

Nero would have mixed feelings about it. I mean, objectively the changes make him feel good, dick included, and he does want to have sex with Kyrie in this form. However, he'd be a little scared to.

He thinks of Kyrie as a saint, and that she's too good for him. He's acutely aware that she's an ordinary human, and he doesn't trust himself not to hurt her. And perhaps there's some anxiety about his attraction to her being predatory, or being construed as predatory.

Of course Kyrie would desperately want that thing inside of her, and while she'd be embarrassed to admit it, I think her wish for Nero to feel accepted and loved would outweigh that.