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The natural heat dante always had, accompanied by the mind numbing pounding against prostate, nero felt like butter melting on a hot stove. His stomach a pot churned around from the inside with the force and size of the older demons cock.
"Damnit Dante fucking wait—!"
Dante's hand slid from where he gripped nero's hips to his abs to trace over and admire
admire the kid's handiwork at sculpting his body beautifully over the years of fighting and training to be a devil hunter like himself.
So defined and strong. He could even feel the muscles strain and flex when the kid's body locked up from pleasure. Part of him wondered how nero's stomach would look if he were willing to take his kin. Would it lose the its muscles and round out until he was heavy? He never did get to see Vergil when he carried nero, but he could only imagine nero would look just as beautiful swollen with his whelp.
His hand descended lower just above the younger demon's cock to push down right against nero's bladder. Nero's wings threatened to burst out from his back and push the old geezer away from the feeling alone. It was excruciating. His lower half assulted in every way inside out that sent sharp currents racing through his body the closer he got to letting go.
It was a dam ready to burst. His thighs clenched as his hands dug into the sheets for leverage as he fought back the urge best as he could, but dante's fingers pushing down again kept sending him back on that edge. The hours of abuse against his insides scrambling his brain so much he didnt known if it felt good or bad.
"Cmon kid spare the poor thing" dante grinned, head rested against neros shoulder, his other hand guiding the younger demon to look down and see himself in all his ruined glory. His cock had been left neglected and desperate, it almost looked painful. The head was flushed a darker red than the ones blooming on his pale skin, while it leaked a thin clear line that began pooling on the sheets not long ago.
"You're not the one dealing with laundry, I dont want to deal with this shit after—" He tried to grab dante's hand but it was slapped away, the fucker pushing down on his abdomen yet again "fuck!"
"Then we'll just get new ones. Not like it'll be the first time"
"We could be saving more money if you stopped doing these things you asshole!"
His legs shook as his back arched, desperately holding what felt likr a tidel wave that a few tears sprung to his eyes. "Hahh!" Like a worm, he wriggled in Dante's hold before finally slumping back against his chest when the feeling finally passed. But it was short lived as the dreadful need to finish only became worse.
As the delicious the sight was seeing Nero fall a part, Dante had to surpress in his own whine seeing Nero somehow holding back yet again since they started. He couldnt see much of how he was doing down there from their position, but he could feel how hard he was. He needed to come, had to fill out the tight heat that hugged him so perfectly and satisfy the demonic urge to claim. He peeked over the short white hair in front of him and met eyes with Vergil who'd been sitting wordlessly not too far away form the bed.
Unlike the other two, he still wore his clothes for the day and had yet to be sullied by their debauchery. One leg crossed over the other as he lounged on the armchair, cheek resting lazily against his head. He almost looked bored had dante not caught the way his pants strained.
He only spoke once since they started, and that was to give orders to his brother and son for what he wanted to see. Since then he was nothing more than an observer, content watching his beloveds make use of his bed.
When dante gave him a desperate look to beg for his release, his brother's eyes only bore into him further. A bright blue still hauntingly visible through the dark.
He had to work for it.
"You're both killing me here" He planted his feet against the bed and somehow managed to go even faster, nero's walls rippling deliciously against his cock and smothered him in heat and slick that left him dizzy.
He needed more. Had to feel more.
Nero's screams flew right over his head the more his brain began to shut down but had just enough rationality to remember his goal. His hand reached up to pump Nero in sync with his hips, other hand pressing down again on his bladder.
"Nero..."
The younger demon attempted to break free when he felt every sense of his body get lit on fire but a set of mirage blades pierced him back against Dante, impaling the two by their shoulders.
The pain made him drool. Every sense of thought leaving his head feeling only the raw sensation of his cock getting swallowed by Dante's fist. He could feel the hunter's scars on his palm, who knew the texture would be so delicious and brain numbing.
The feeling of his body getting unravelled so deep inside was overwhelming in itself, but when accompanied by a particularly hard push against his bladder and Dante's thumb now swiping against his leaking slit, he finally felt the last few efforts of restraint he had snap.
His screams were drowned out from a sharp ring in his ears, but the rough strain on his throat said otherwise. He felt Dante grip his neck and pull his writhing body back down against his chest while the other continued to pump him.
The pressure on his bladder finally let up the more he finally let go with a sharp hiss, piss rolling down his stomach and onto Vergil's sheets.
"Hahh..."
Nero's legs gave out like jelly soon as he emptied himself, followed by a weak twitch of his cock and a few spurts of release joining the rest of his stains.
"D—Dad...Dante..."
He barely managed to utter a word from how heavy his body and chest felt
"Did I do good...?"