When Worlds Come Crashing Together {Devil May Cry Fanfic~} #2

Part 15

[Part 15]

Damon’s P.O.V

“Hey darling. It’s a new day, new stuff to do.” I greeted as we both stirred awake in the messed up sheets around us. We had gotten kinky last night, and regaining devil stamina had reminded us of exactly what length we could go through without breaks. As human, we probably needed breaks in between, but as demonic beings? Our stamina was definitely awesome.

Of course, it had worked us both out, and I very near collapsed after the fifth orgasm, but hey, I loved the satisfaction it gave, though I did have some aches somewhere. I will admit, my little counterpart between my legs was a little sore from the over strenuous exercise from the night before.

Trish grumbled against the pillow, trying to bury her face further into the soft haven it gave. Her naked body was still pressed to mine, still reminding me that my lover was still by my side. Surprise, surprise, our bed hadn’t broken yet. I had thought –at one point when Trish rode me extremely hard –that it would break beneath our demonic strength, but it hadn’t.

“You tired?” I asked, knowing the answer, but just wanting to hear it spoken aloud.

“You bastard. Of course. Five orgasms in a row. I’m going to die.” She groaned, her words muffled against the pillow, but I understood her alright.

“I think you might have ridden me dry. Little Damon’s going to ache, unless you rub it.” I suggested, snuggling my body against hers, feeling her warmth underneath the sheets.

She didn’t move, still lying face-down. “Wishful thinking. Little Trish down there’s crying out with aches. I wasn’t wet enough after the fourth, and you had to push for the fifth time.”

I pulled her body against mine, inhaling the crazy scent of kinky sex from her hair. We had both been too tired to even get out of bed for a shower. “Then I’m sorry, my baby. Forgive me, for Little Damon and Little Trish’s sake?”

“You make them sound like our kids.” She grunted as she finally moved, shifting to hug me back, pressing her breasts against my chest.

“Well, they are our little counterparts.” I reasoned, earning a final light laughter from her.

We were silent for a long while afterwards, which I wasn’t sure if Trish had fallen asleep again.

“Damon?” She asked suddenly, breaking the silence of the room.

“Hmm?” I asked, feeling a little sleepy. Lazing around in bed was getting me lazier, and if I didn’t get out of this comfy haven soon, I was going to fall back asleep.

“What do you think about kids?”

“They’re cute. Why?”

“What if we have kids too?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Are you trying to tell me you’re pregnant?”

She pulled away from my embrace enough to look me in the eye.

“No! I mean… I was just thinking about our future. We’ve been having unprotected sex all this while… what if an accident happens in the future before we planned it?”

I didn’t know to feel relieved or disappointed at that. But, come to think about it, Trish and I were still just boy-girl friends. We weren’t even married yet.

“You and I are going to have beautiful kids, Trish. You know I won’t leave your side ever. Not after what you gave up for me. Besides that, I love you too much to leave you. I am financially stable for kids, so you don’t have to worry about the troubles of bringing them up. But if you don’t want kids so early, I understand. I can wear a condom next time.” I explained to her, trying my best to ensure that she understood where I came from.