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Bury the Lightning (Devil May Cry)

by sexdottxt

Copyright© 2025 by sexdottxt

Erotica Sex Story: Alone together and unarmed, Dante and Vergil are forced to cooperate. But when they run into Nevan they have two weapons to even the odds.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fan Fiction   Demons   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Rough   Gang Bang   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   First   Big Breasts   Leg Fetish   .

It was a rare time when Dante and Vergil were forced to cooperate. This one was one of those times. Having fallen prey to Temen-ni-Gru’s sinister traps, they had not only fallen down a pit into some accursed gutter, but they were both without their weapons. A situation neither one was happy about.

Imagine the scenario beforehand to be whatever you like. Maybe Arkham revealed his true colors at the two brothers’ fateful showdown atop the peak before Dante’s blood was awakened, maybe the demons within the deadly tower hungry for Sparda’s lineage for once had the bright idea of cooperation and worked to actively rout the two sons, perhaps they didn’t have those sweet cutscene powers and fought with as much skill as your average Vtuber scrub and were ganked by some losers along the way. The point is, they were alone together in the darkness of the pits.

Vergil looked at Dante. Always the stoic, a cruel smile lined his face seeing him without anything to protect himself. None of the Devil Arms he had collected in fighting the tower’s guardians, not Dante’s two iron ladies Ebony and Ivory, and not even their late father’s ancestral sword Rebellion. Twins, Vergil was only older than Dante by several seconds as their mother conceived, and yet he took so much pride in that, the cold technique of a true warrior and knowledge of the blood that coursed in their veins and all the workings of the devilish court and their realm. And yet, he was not much better. He did not have the Yamato.

But he did have something else. As Dante was down on one knee from the incident and struggling to stand, Vergil held out one hand. A blue Phantom Sword materialized into existence. Looking into his brother’s eyes, it would be his last moments.

Then he flung it forward. This brotherly feud would end at last. And he alone would lay claim to the power of his lineage.

Only for Dante to crouch forward. He didn’t cower, he looked like he was ready for a fight. As soon as the Phantom Sword made impact, it broke apart.

The Royal Guard style. It was one of his father’s most cherished techniques, an art for gentlemen and precision and instead he chose to teach it to someone as rough and rowdy sort like Dante. And worse yet, he used it like a virtuoso. It was such an insult to his pride that Vergil had only with great pains admitted that to himself. He would not say it out loud to Dante.

Vergil flung another Phantom Sword and Dante took the same position, shattering it just like before. Summoning two at once, he flung them both only milliseconds apart. Dante would have to be a master to take them both.

And yet he did. Dante effortlessly broke them both, unharmed. Standing up now, he didn’t look so injured anymore. He was smiling at Vergil with his usual cocky grin.

There was only the slightest of cracks in Vergil’s demeanor. But deep down his cold rage was beginning to overflow. He summoned more Phantom Swords, threw them at Dante faster now, and then he was pelting him with them nonstop. Each time they broke apart, not a drop of Dante’s blood spilled. Baring his teeth, he summoned a sphere of Phantom Swords around Dante, countless of them. His cool facade was gone, baring his teeth, he looked very unhinged, much like a demon himself.

Every single one of them came at Dante at full speed. Vergil’s eyes twitched as he saw them all break apart one by one, milliseconds apart. The blue fire was burning inside of him hotter than ever.

When it was all over, Dante just wiped his hands on his shoulders like he was brushing off some dust. Then he looked at Vergil with his arms out, like he was challenging him. In that silence between them, Vergil heard something being said too low for him to hear.

“What?” he snapped.

“Oh just that you’re doing me a favor big bro,” Dante shot back. “I’m feeling better and stronger than ever. You keep giving it to me like this and I’ll be more than happy to give you one hell of a beating,” he said, cracking his fists.

“You’re unarmed Dante.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and me are made of the same stuff so I know I could pop you till my hands are bloody and it still won’t be nearly enough to kill you. But by the time you’re done getting a bare knuckle beatdown from me, you’ll be hurting so bad that you’ll wish you were dead. Dante one, Vergil zero? Nah, right now the scoreboard is Dante has all the wins while Vergil’s getting nothing and always will be getting nothing. Boom!” He fistbumped, flipping off his brother.

“Enough! We’re alone here together and we’re unarmed. There are other fiends here lying in wait.”

“Yeah I know,” said Dante, looking around. “I can see them looking at us with those big wide red eyes of theirs. Not that I blame them when I look this good.” Vergil just sighed and rubbed his brow in irritation. “How’d you want to handle them?”

Vergil was looking around them too into the darkness. Saw their many admirers staring them down. His back was to Dante, there were more important things at stake.

“In a better world you would have realized the depths of our father’s power. You would have been able to draw your own demon swords,” he said, summoning two Phantom Swords by his side.

“Hold on, I can do that too?”

Vergil just chuckled. “A son of Sparda can.” Only slightly turning to regard Dante halfway to regard him with a single eye, his lips curled into a sly grin. “But Dante cannot. Only Vergil can.”

“Whatever man.”

“You can instead act as a meat shield for me. While I take out the trash.”

“Meat shield.” He stepped forward, taking Vergil’s side. “I’ll just take that as the princess’ way of saying she wants me to be her Royal Guard.”

Before he could answer his brother’s quip, the monsters came at them all at once. Vergil summoned his blades and Dante readied his position. The two sons would add a new legend to Sparda’s name.
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Working together in that fashion, they had both survived the throngs of demons that came after them. Entire hordes out for their blood, all wrecked to ruin. Not a drop of Sparda’s blood spilled. Only the blood of the hordes that had once dared to stand against them, every foe a corpse broken beyond all repair, their blood smeared and stinking on the floor. As it had been so against their father, as it was now.

They continued through Temen-ni-Gru in that way. Vergil going as slow and methodically as he usually did, moving like a killer, while Dante was hopping, alight with energy. Every blow he took, it only made him stronger.

Here they were now in some place like an opera house. A theater meant to entertain the demonic masses and the humans who would curry favor with them. It was silent and abandoned now.

That didn’t matter to Dante. “Woo-hoo-hoo!” he said, going a flip and busting out into a breakdance. “This is fun! Hey, how about we go back to the good old days? You and me, we could make one hell of a team. Get revenge for mom’s death. I know you want that.”

Dante saw a flicker of irritation fly on Vergil’s face, a mere crack in his cool facade, too small for the average person to notice, the only other son of Sparda definitely saw it. But Vergil regained his composure all too fast. His eyes had the glint of steel burning at his brother for daring to suggest such a thing after everything that transpired between them. “What I want is power. And you would only drag me down.”

“Pssh, you couldn’t take me down and if not for me all our friends back there would have chopped you into little bits and pieces. Way I’m protecting you, I’m like your emotional rock keeping you hanging on.”

“Silence Dante.” He looked around at the ruins of what had once been a great opera house. “We are not alone. I can sense it.”

Dante sensed it too, a being of great power. “You afraid?” He just laughed and cupped his hands to his mouth. “Hey fuckface! Come on out and say hi!”

A deep feminine laugh answered him. Slow and sensual, an otherworldly echo to it, almost like a ghost. It seemed to be coming from all around them. The two brothers looked all around, as a flock of seemingly limitless bats descended from the rafters, flying all around them.

Then they all gathered in the back of the room. They seemed to be taking on a shape, before they dissolved into a mass of dark shadows. From it emerged a woman with pale blue skin, dark long red hair, and even deeper red eyes the color of blood. Naked with only a blanket of shadows to cover her lower body that did nothing to hide one of her long legs from showing forth, her massive breasts were only covered by her hair. Her beauty would have frozen men dead in their tracks and have them ready to bow before her. If not for the predatory impulse coming from her.

Her dark moans had only gotten louder since she appeared. Looking at them, it was like she was sizing them up. She licked her full lips.

“Hi,” she said.

Dante whistled. Nudging Vergil with his elbow he whispered, “You want to flip a coin to decide who gets her first?”

Nevan heard that. “Welcome gentlemen,” she said. “It has been so long since we’ve had visitors.”

“State your purpose and be done with it,” snapped Vergil.

“That how you talk to all the ladies?” said Dante. He boldly stepped forward.

“Two distinguished sons,” she said, walking towards them. Right now, she was looking at Dante. “But I think I like you much better already,” she said, cupping his face.

“I guess that’s to be expected. I just hope you’ll be gentle with me me. I don’t like to admit this but ... I’m kinda new to this thing.”

“Oh really?” She pushed him away with one hand, her dainty fingers held out, and walked away from him as if he didn’t matter. Advancing straight towards Vergil she said, “Perhaps this one is of far more interest to me. Yes, perhaps I can have more fun with the man in front of me than the little boy behind me.”

Vergil remembered her. The nun, the woman whose womb was incubating his child, who would grow up to be Nero. He never knew her name and she didn’t matter. And the woman before him mattered far less.

“I have neither the patience nor the inclination for your games. Begone or I will send you back to the abyss from whence you came.”

She gasped, a look of shock and hurt on her face, all of it too exaggerated to be real. Dante slung an arm around her shoulder from behind her. “Guess that just leaves you and me baby girl.”

With an alarming speed, Nevan reached behind, clutching his chin and turned her head to regard him just as fast. She breathed huskily in his face, her breath crackling with electricity. “I’ll have to warn you little boy. I bite.”

Dante didn’t back off one bit. Grabbing her hips and turning her around so she was facing him he said, “Hope you don’t give me a boo-boo.”

Vergil had been watching this scene without saying a word. In the position Nevan was in, he could see her lower back shaping out into the beginning of her rump, the curve of her tush and her asscrack were just barely visible to his eyes before they were covered by the mass of shadowy bats that covered her lower body.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Dante wasn’t put off and reached an arm around her naked waist. Slipping his hand down onto that ass and cupping it, he closed his mouth deeper.

Watching it, Vergil could see what she was doing. Trying to drain his energy, it was not an ordinary kiss. Dante’s lustful moans were mixed in with the sound of strain, like he was struggling against her. And as much as he was giving it back to her, his whole body was shaking up.

Nevan suddenly pushed him back and licked her lips. Dante stumbled back, he almost fell. If it weren’t for all the energy he had built up through his clash with Vergil, he would probably have dropped dead on the spot. Looking at him, Vergil could see there was a faint trail of blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Delicious,” she said, rubbing her fingers on her lips. She sighed longingly and stuck her tongue out, licking her lips. Then she turned back to face Vergil. “There is nothing quite as sweet and rare as finding a virgin. Especially one like that. But sometimes a girl finds herself wanting someone with more experience.”

“Don’t you dare...” he hissed.

Nevan only laughed as she held her arms out to reach him. He was ready to summon a ring of Phantom Swords, but she was too fast for him and then faces close she held him. Vergil could taste the air of electricity in her breath, and then she clamped her mouth on his.

 
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