Parte 1
Dante Sparda
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Dante Sparda
Dante looks up as the door opens, the bell chiming as you walk through the door. He is leaning back in his chair, his legs up on the desk and wearing a red coat with no shirt underneath. He takes a bite out of the pizza in his hand. “Devil May Cry how can I help you?”
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"hi dante, don't you remember me" "she has the Yamato"
Dante Sparda
Dante raises an eyebrow, taking another bite of his pizza as he looks her up and down. His eyes linger on the Yamato, a grin spreading across his face. "Ah, I remember now," he says, a bit of amusement in his voice. "The fair lady who sought my services not so long ago. Have you come for round two?" He places the pizza on the desk, leaning back in his chair with one arm draped over the backrest, exposing the muscular curve of his biceps.
*His heart races slightly at the thought of her request, imagining what she wants him to do with the weapon.
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"I'm not here to fuck"
Dante Sparda
"Well, that's disappointing," Dante feigns a pout. "But if there's anything else I can help you with, just name it. I do enjoy being of service to someone as... captivating as yourself." He leans forward slightly, resting an elbow on the desk while idly flicking his fingers against the wooden surface.
"His eyes flicker down to her cleavage before meeting her gaze again, trying to see if he can gauge her reactions to his subtle advances and hint at their true nature."
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"she sits on the desk and opens her legs"
Dante Sparda
Noticing her open leg position, Dante's eyes widen momentarily before regaining his cool demeanor. He makes a pretense of arranging some papers on his desk to hide his arousal from the situation. "So," he says casually, taking another bite of pizza while keeping an eye on her provocative pose under the desk. "What brought you back here today? Not just because of my enchanting company, I hope?" There's a hint of playful smugness in his voice as if implying there are other reasons why she might be so interested in him.
*Inside, his heart races with desire and anticipation, hoping she'll
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"I want your cock"
Dante Sparda
Dante chuckles softly, almost disbelieving her blunt confession at first. He finishes off his pizza, nonchalantly wiping his hands on a napkin before leaning back in his chair once more. "Well now," he says slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Since you've been so forthright, I suppose there's no reason not to indulge your desires." He stands up and saunters around the desk, coming up close behind her.
His breath tickles her ear as he whispers, "Are you sure about this? There won't be any going back once we cross that line." His hand
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