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When Nero accidentally transforms at the breakfast table, they all laugh it off as a joke. The flush on his cheeks is just embarrassment, of course, nothing more to it.
But then Nico catches him heaving, crouched in the corner of the garage, the demon out again and he looks at her like a predator waiting to pounce. She doesn’t run, never one to act scared of anything. That means though, she flies way too close to the sun when she crouches down by his side to check on him, only to end up pinned to the ground under him. With Nero’s sharp and drooling open jaw hovering just above her neck, they’re locked like this for a good minute before he tears himself off and crashes into the wall, horror in his eyes and confusion in Nico’s.
She makes fun of him. Berates him for losing control. He genuinely looks ashamed of himself.
But they still laugh it off and go back to business as usual.
Nico never mentions how she spends her shower time that night nearly fisting herself as she replayed that scene over and over again. He’d looked so wild. Like it wasn’t even Nero doing it, the regular droop in his eyes completely replaced by this completely alien vicious glare. Yes, it had scared her nearly shitless. On the other hand, even during their worst fights, Nero would never dare use even a quarter as much force on her, and feeling just how much raw power hid under his skin was electrifying. She can’t stop thinking about it.
Can’t stop imagining what it would feel like had he actually bit her.
The guilt in his eyes when his human face returned, too, absolutely churned Nico’s belly to a slurry. Because she could see it in the demon’s face. How much he’s genuinely wanted to pummel her into the ground, how much he’d wanted to bite and hurt her, how truly violent and animalistic he looked. Somewhere deep inside him, those thoughts were genuine and now someone else had seen them, had come within an inch of feeling them become reality. The storm of emotions that had passed on his face alone was enough to make Nico wet. Nero tries so hard to look cool and collected, like nothing bothers him. And she’d come so close to the real deal, hidden just below the surface.
All four of her fingers rapidly slam into her squelching g-spot, digging into the tender spongy flesh as she keeps imagining herself a bloody shrieking mess on the floor while Nero has his way with her. The scent of motor oil and scrap metal clashes with the smell of her blood, and he drools right into her panting mouth. The garage door is always open too, anybody could’ve seen them. All their gentle older neighbors who were shocked by seeing Nico’s midriff alone, watching in horror as the two of them fuck like a mess right in front of them.
Nico’s other hand rubs her clit, almost grinding it to nothing. A singe finger stroking it isn’t enough anymore, it’s her entire palm, gracelessly rubbing and schlicking between her sopping wet pussy lips. She’s not even thinking of where or how she’s touching, she’s so desperate to just come already, her body is running on autopilot trying to dig the orgasm out of her, rubbing hard enough to bruise had she been even a modicum less wet. With both hands occupied, Nico’s entire upped body is glued to the wall. The cold of the tiles seeps into her skin, tingling her already hard nipples.
Her legs tense up. Finally, the relief begins to wash over her, her cunt clamping down on her still thrusting hand. It almost hurts. It takes all of Nico’s strength not to scream out loud but bite her lip instead, all the while her body shakes and trembles and fries her brain to a blank white canvas.
She collapses to the ground with a thump. Forehead pressed against the tile, Nico’s hips keep rolling and bucking, the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her body. The water’s long since turned cold but she can’t bring herself to stop it or get out just yet. She spends a good long while like this. Catching her breath under the cold rush of water that does absolutely nothing to cool off her fantasies.
Even as she towels off and crawls back to bed next to Kyrie, who, even half-asleep, instantly opens her arms to cuddle her close all night long, Nico can’t stop the torrent of lewd thought tormenting her.
In the morning, they both act like nothing had happened between them. They try to fight playfully, but every time Nico opens her mouth all she can think about it Nero pinning her to the ground and ripping her shorts off, and likewise, Nero almost lurches back whenever she tries to playfully pinch him. So they settle for doing chores in totally opposite ends of the house.
Unfortunately, Kyrie, none the wiser, later finds Nero much the same as Nico had the day before – this time in the garden, curled in a ball while apparently trying to do laundry, breathing heavy as though the very air itself was choking him.
The second she sees him, she runs to his side. And like a spring trap, Nero tackles her to the ground, claws digging into her clothes and threatening to tear them, sharp teeth glistening against his tongue as he licks his lips.
She freezes, like marble, under his touch, mesmerized by the beastly creature looking down at her without an ounce of gentleness in its eyes. Knowing this is Nero, who she’s spent her entire life with, through thick and thin, who she’s seen take his first steps and lose all his baby teeth, who struggled to play the piano in church for her while she sang, turn into something so visually similar but completely unrecognizable, paralyzes her to her core. Was this creature lying in wait all this time? She trembles but doesn’t make a sound.
They’re stuck in this stalemate, unmoving. Nero doesn’t attack her. She doesn’t struggle, just bores into every muscle on Nero’s face to see what happens next. He pants like he’s in great pain, drooling helplessly so it drips down to Kyrie’s face too. Unthinking, her tongue darts out to lap up the stray drool. It’s such a familiar taste, a first kiss, the taste of home, firmly cementing that it is, in fact, Nero doing this.
Kyrie opens her mouth wider, something alien in her own subconscious moving her body for her. An invitation. And Nero takes it, shoving the entirety of his ridiculously long and slimy barbed tongue in her mouth. She moans, hard, bucking her hips into his body before she can even think of what she’s doing.
In a second, Nero bounces back. Stumbling on his ass as he transforms back, he crawls back to create as much distance between them as possible, nearly hidden between the tall-grass around the clotheslines. Dazed, Kyrie remains rooted in place. Still lying down, she cranes her head down to look at him, looking far more shaken up than even she is.
“… I’m so sorry.” He mumbles, his eyes cast into the ground, before running off out of sight.
Kyrie stays like that. Rolling her tongue around, she tries to recall the taste and feeling of Nero’s tongue stuffed in her mouth, eyes completely unfocused. Her hands begin to inch under her skirt, completely shutting off the outside world, until one of the orphan girls finds her and jumps on top of her, begging to play.
Later, Nero locks himself inside his room and refuses to come out. Meanwhile, Kyrie rides Nico’s face all through the night, rolling her hips and stuffing her clit into Nico’s mouth so aggressively, for a second she worries she might break her nose. Only Nico encourages her every move. Tonguing, licking, kissing, sucking on Kyrie’s clit and lips while her fingers are stuffed as deep as they can in her cunt, fingering herself with her other hand.
They can’t stop.
The next few days pass by in a blur – every morning they come knocking on Nero’s door to check on him and leave some food, to tell him it’s okay, to absolutely no avail. He refuses to even answer, let alone show his face. But they can hear he’s inside. Ears pressed to the door, they can hear him panting, pained and pitiful, nothing they can do to help.
Yet, as worried as they are, their libidos are going crazy. Constantly grabbing at each other’s bodies, pussies constantly wet, nipples hard and tender, any moment they get to themselves is devoted to them fucking like crazy, most of the time so desperate they don’t even undress properly. And though they don’t say it, it’s evident whenever they both creep up the hallway to Nero’s room, trying the doorknob with blind hope every time they do, that they’re itching to have him too.
“Nero, please open the door…! We’re really worried about you in there, if something’s wrong we can help.” While Kyrie knocks gently and tries to keep her voice gentle, Nico cannot bother to hide the whine and desperation in her voice as she bangs her fist on the door.
“Fuck! Stop being a coward asshole—!! Uh… sorry, Kyrie.” She pouts in apology.
“Go away—” A miserable voice, barely audible, comes from the other side of the door. “It’s dangerous…! So— Stay away…” Nero’s voice is a wreck, shaky, whiny, wet. The very sound of it makes Kyrie bite her lips.
“Come ON – we can’t fucking take it anymore, just let us see that you’re breathing, just open the door an inch or somethin’, please!!” For as hard as Nico shouts, she’s barely standing upright, squeezing her legs together and red in the face. Kyrie rubs her shoulder comfortingly, before gluing their bodies together. She grabs onto Nico’s hips to grin her ass into her crotch, on the brink of exploding with need herself.
While Nico continues begging, Kyrie’s mouth is on her neck, licking a long stripe on her skin that makes Nico’s breath hitch in the middle of her very strongly worded plea. One knee spreads Nico’s legs apart and grinds into her shorts. They both know Nico isn’t wearing any underwear right now, so the jeans are digging right into her pussy while Kyrie presses her knee higher and higher. Until Nico is simply drooling and whimpering against the door.
To their surprise, Nero moans too, debauched and desperate, before the floorboards in his room creak and the doorknob carefully turns.
The door cracks open just a bit yet the scent completely floods their senses. A concoction of sweat and salty flesh, precum and semen, that unmistakable smell of aroused intimate flesh, so salty yet mouthwateringly sweet and inviting. While a wet moan tears from Kyrie’s lips, Nico pounces, pushing her way through the door. Nero attempts to stop her as they both grapple, both slow and clumsy and entirely ineffective, before both topple over on the worn out wooden floor. Not wasting her chance, Kyrie rushes inside too, slamming the door shut.
Now is the first time in nearly a week where they finally see Nero in the flesh.
Skin flushed and sticky, eyes cloudy, almost dull even, panting with his mouth open like a tired dog in heat, he looks pitiful in his debauchery. He’s human now, but certain details show how much he’s struggling to maintain it – the tongue hanging down his mouth is that long and barbed appendage Kyrie’s been thinking about sucking on every night, there’s a slight blue glow in his veins, making him look just that extra bit inhuman. Most noticeably, his dick looks completely different too, a fat knot at the base with fat bumps and barbs all over up the length, not unlike his tongue. It’s drooling a fat glob of blue-ish precum, hanging heavy over Nero’s thigh.
Both Kyrie and Nico find themselves staring. When Nero notices, he looks away, trying to close his eye and hide, only to have Nico straddle him, shoving him flat on his back. One hand planted firmly on one of his pectorals, the other grips the base of his dick, a hungry gurgle in her throat the second she gets to twist her wrist around the knot.
“Let go… Pl— Fuck… fuck, don’t touch it…” Nero pleads, voice dry and crackling. He tries to shake her off, pushes on her body, but it’s all for naught – he’s barely focused, his voice is slurred, and his cock twitches and gushes more precum at the touch.
“Awh, don’t be like that…” Nico says, pinching one of his nipples and smiling as he squirms under her, “You can’t just bite a girl and get her horny, then pretend it never happened. So selfish, isn’t he?”
Crawling forward on the floor, Kyrie settles between them, swallowing a large lump in her throat as she feels the fog of scents even harder the closer she gets. Carefully, she settles a hand on Nero’s other pectoral, giving it a hearty squeeze before mirroring Nico and pinching. Her other hand wraps around Nico’s waist. Bringing their bodies together, she kisses up Nico’s neck again, eagerly sucking in the beading sweat on her skin.
“So… So very selfish~” She breathes out when she pulls away, staring straight into Nero’s eyes, “We were so worried about you, you know. And what have you been doing all this time?”
When he turns his head away again, the tips of his ears turning pink, Kyrie cups his cheek and pulls him back to face them.
“Now now, no hiding, is that any way for a man to behave? Mother would be ashamed to see you like this.”
“Oooh~ Someone’s in trouble, huh?” Nico giggles, tipping her head back so Kyrie can suck on her neck again. “What do you have to say for yourself, Nero?”
“I’m sorry…” He says it so dutifully, with eyes glazed over and his pupils blown out, a small dribble of drool down the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It hurts… So hot all over, I can’t stop—”
“Pitiful.” Nico chuckles, pulling on Nero’s nipple again, indulging in the way his eyes screw shut.
“Good boy. Isn’t it so much better when you use your words? Mhmm~” Kyrie coos instead, petting his cheek. “Where does it hurt?”
Nero’s mouth clamps shut. He tries to gesture something until Nico slaps his other cheek, none of the gentleness of Kyrie’s caress.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, you’re a big boy, right?” Nico pulls on his cheek with a sneer. Not a criticism on her lips, Kyrie goes along with it, magnifying the contrast of their touches by sweetly ruffling his hair.
“It hurts all over… Feels like I’m burning up—” Is all he manages to croak out before Kyrie squeezes the head of his dick, pumping her palm around it and moaning at how wet everything is. Thick, sloppy strings of precum coat her fingers, that she takes her sweet time admiring. It’s fills her nose with that same tantalizing salty smell. She simply can’t help but stuff her fingers in her mouth, licking, sucking out every last drop of the stuff and rolling it around in her mouth. It doesn’t even have a strong flavor, delicate and just a little tangy. Meant to be savored to fully appreciate it.
Mouth still full, Kyrie groans happily before leaning forward and claiming Nero’s mouth in a kiss, spitting all of the gathered precum and drool for him to drink up and choke on. She looks down at his sputtering face with glee.
“Then let us help you with that. We’ll make him feel better, won’t we, Nico?” She smiles, want dripping in her voice as she rubs her body against Nico’s. Her hands fumble with Nico’s clothes, clumsily trying to undress her.
“So long as he makes us feel good too, yeah…!”
“Don’t be cruel, my love – look at how desperate he is, we can’t leave him like this, yeah?” Kyrie says before pulling Nico first into a kiss, taking off her top as their sticky lips part. Undressed, the nebula of hickeys and bruises covering Nico’s breasts is out in the open, Kyrie’s dedicated handiwork from a week of late nights and mornings in bed.
“You spoil him sooo much, make him work for it a little.” Nico slaps her ass. While Kyrie leans her head down to suckle on Nico’s tits, making her grind her ass down on Nero’s pelvis in the process, Nico grabs onto Kyrie’s long skirt and tears it down her hips along with her underwear, letting it pool by her knees. Her thighs are drenched with her juices, a wet and glistening stain on her panties to go with it.
“My my, are you perhaps a little jealous~?” She grins while shimmying out of her skirt. After that, her shirt can’t be torn off any quicker if she’d tried, and Kyrie stares expectantly at Nico to follow her example and take off her shorts, eyes darting between her face and her crotch. All the wetness and grinding has pushed the shorts between Nico’s pussy, making for a very obscene camel toe.
“N— Well, DUH! How— how can someone have you and want to share, huh?” Nico pouts, her hips rolling in tiny circles all the while. Instead of acting shy, she merely grabs onto Kyrie’s tits, smushing her face between them and lovingly smothering them with kisses.
“Then I think I know how to make you both happy. But you have to get naked for me, alright?” Voice as sweet as a songbird.
Nico nods her head rapidly, before more kicking off her shorts than pulling them off, thwacking Nero’s dick in the process which more makes him groan than wince in pain, clearly barely coherent to the world around him by this point.
As soon as Nico’s also fully naked, Kyrie grabs for her hips. All at once, she straddles Nero’s face with her pussy straight into his nose, and pulls Nico back down, slamming her onto his cock in one go.
The room echoes with their moans.
“Oh shit-fuck-holy— Motherfucker, that’s deep—!!” Nico’s hips lurch every which way, too much intensity even though there’s sloppy clear slick pouring between her legs even while plugged up with the knot on Nero’s cock. The grip Kyrie has on her keeps her firmly in place, letting her move only by angling her hips for her. Nero’s voice, meanwhile, gets muffled completely by Kyrie’s pussy. Out the corner of her eye, she can see his toes curling into the floor, but his body knowing better than to buck up, busying himself with stuffing his tongue inside Kyrie instead.
“Look at you both~ So good for me. That’s right, see how good that feels? See how good you can be…” She gushes, rolling her hips back against Nero’s face. The encouragement works wonders on them both – Nico follows each of Kyrie’s whims, rolling and bouncing whichever way she’s instructed, while Nero wraps his arms around Kyrie’s ass and hips to lock her in and slurp her cunt at an even deeper angle.
His tongue really is huge, unreasonably so. The tip reaching up to her cervix and then some, bunching up and prodding as though it could burrow in even deeper. All the bumps tickle her fluffy inner walls, twisting, turning and licking how no dick possibly can and grinding her mind to a wet horny paste.
Kyrie gives herself a moment to enjoy that sensation, before plotting her payback. Without warning, she lifts Nico’s hips up, so high only the tip of Nero’s dick is left inside her, then slams her back down, using her own force to make the fall even harder. Nico screams, shrill and ecstatic. With her legs tensing and locking up, a small gush of slick and precum squirts from between them and hits Kyrie square in the face. Nero’s voice is just as strangled and raspy as before, but Kyrie can feel him grimace and bear his teeth through her pussy, more heat pooling in her belly as she imagines his teeth grazing her, just a gentle little nip into her most sensitive place.
Nico’s head rolls to the side, panting, a little cross-eyed, but she never stops moving. In fact, as Kyrie slams her up and down the same way a few more times, she follows obediently, her moans becoming less and less surprised with each thrust. At some point she’s reduced to simply babbling about how deep it is and thanking Kyrie, as though she’s her patron goddess.
“Are you two feeling good? Tell me how much you like making love like this~” Kyrie breathes out, stilling their hips, making Nico sit down fully on Nero’s dick, not allowing either to move even an inch like this. She can feel the jitters in both their bodies, making a warm shiver run down her spine too.
“Hah, ‘making love’, what a goof— OH, oh, oh I’m sorry, you’re right, you’re right~!!” Nico’s cheeky sneer melts like butter when Kyrie jams two fingers into her already overstuffed pussy and curls them straight into her g-spot.
"What ever shall I do with you, my love?" Kyrie pouts, leaning forward to press a quick kiss just above Nico's pubic mound, giggling as her bushy pubes tickle her chin. When she pulls away, she also lifts her ass to give Nero's some breathing room too. His tongue chases helplessly after her and she gently shoves her knee by his sternum to keep him struggling, a satisfied smile on her face. "And how about you, Nero? Feeling good~?"
“She— she’s so warm… It’s feels so good, I could melt… Sloppy and loose.” Nero slurs brainlessly, the tip of his tongue trying to lap at Kyrie’s clit, but falling short just out of reach.
Kyrie sighs. Drawn out to play up her exasperation.
“You boys and your tight holes, you should take it as a compliment is a girl is so loose and relaxed. Oh well.” She doesn’t take the fingers out of Nico, and gathering some of the excess slick with her other hand, she shoves two fingers from her other hand inside Nero, slipping in with zero resistance and making him jump and nearly toss them off as she does so.
“And you’re pretty loose yourself, have you been playing with yourself? Answer and I’ll let you inside me again.” She pumps her fingers in and out, indulging in the obscene squelching of Nero’s ass.
“Yeah— I did… I was doing it when before you came— All… all night long…” Panting in time with Kyrie’s thrusts, still trying in vain to get another lick of her pussy.
“Naughty fuckin’ boy, aren’t ya’?” Nico laugh breathlessly, rocking her hips more against Kyrie’s fingers than Nero’s dick. Her hands reach below her to cup Kyrie’s large hanging tits, gently squishing the fluffy flesh.
“Very naughty, I agree. And you didn’t even share with us? Tsk-tsk.” She clicks her tongue, curling her fingers into Nero’s prostate and impaling her pussy straight on his stretched out tongue.“I’m afraid you’re going to have to work extra hard for us after all~ Do your best!” She giggles before bouncing her ass a few times to give him a rhythm. When he eagerly starts moving on his own, his tongue slobbering all over her pussy, palms gripping her soft belly and round ass, Kyrie lets go of his and Nico’s hips to let them work out their own pace there.
A drawn out sigh from Nico and she starts jackhammering herself up and down. Her cunt squelches obscenely with every thrust, stray slick and precum still splashing Kyrie’s face.
“Let me help you with that, huh?” Kyrie licks some off her lips before slamming her face into Nico’s clit as well.
“Holy shit— Kyrie~!! That’s so fucking good, ohmigod, I’ll fuckin’ explode———!” Nico whines and mewls, bending her back every which way and unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure. Her hands move from Kyrie’s tits to tangle gently in her hair, petting her and urging her on. Not that Kyrie needs any encouragement, she could spend every day between Nico’s legs and be the happiest woman on the planet.
Funnily enough, she and Nero are lapping their tongues almost identically. Just as desperate and eager, slurping and slobbering to make an even bigger mess of pussies that are already sopping wet, enough to drown in. Although, Nero’s tongue does have those exquisite bumps that send shocks up Kyrie’s spine whenever he drags them over her clit. Or anywhere. It just feels really pleasant to the touch. She feels the faintest twinge of jealousy that she can’t do the same to Nico, that she’ll have to put Nico on Nero’s face for her to feel that pleasure. The thought makes her giggle into Nico’s pussy, making a slippery bubble of her slick in the process.
Nico keeps bouncing faster and faster, making Nero buck his hips back much the same, and they both keep pulling Kyrie towards themselves, like a very perverse game of tug of war. She doesn’t mind though. In fact, she rocks her body with them, every downward thrust filling her pussy to the brim with tingly demon tongue, Nero chasing her when she pulls away and his tongue dragging on her clit while she stuffs her face deeper into Nico.
With his absolute desperation, Nero is the first to come. Face stuffed with pussy, he can only vocalize through a series of louder and needier moans, the orgasm ripping from his body hard and fast, a thick stream of cum shooting into Nico, who doesn’t stop bouncing for a second, which makes a huge mess of everything, thick and gooey semen splashing everywhere. Most of it catches on Kyrie’s face, hair and tits, which she only welcomes, moaning at the warmth. Yet more splashes all over the floor in a wet pearlescent puddle under them, some splashing all the way onto Nico’s glasses and Nero’s chest as well.
He’s breathing hard, body trembling and twitching all over, but he doesn’t stop. Neither Nico stills her hips, nor does Nero stop tonguefucking Kyrie until both of them get their own pleasure’s worth out of him.
“Oh… Oh, what the hell is that?!” Nico chokes out mid-bounce, body bowing forward and gripping onto Kyrie for support. She’s on the brink of coming, and then she begins to feel a swelling in her rawed out pussy. The knot on Nero’s dick expands, plugging her up from moving any further and ends up pushing straight into her tender g-spot. She writhes helplessly, none of them can even begin untangling from their pile anyway. And between the insane pressure and massive cock stuck inside her and Kyrie’s loving generous tongue, Nico’s eyes roll back into her skull, her cunt churning from pure ecstasy.
After thoroughly milking the orgasm out of her, leaving her hips rapidly twitching on Nero’s dick, Kyrie finally pulls away. From her pussy and to her mouth. They share a long, sloppy kiss, Kyrie making sure Nico gets a hearty taste of herself and Nero’s cum straight from her lover’s mouth. She’s so fucked out. She can barely keep up with Kyrie’s kiss, mostly letting her mouth hang open for Kyrie’s tongue to slip into and stuff. She drinks up every last drop that Kyrie spits into her, all of it pouring down her throat without a single complaint.
When they pull away, Nico proudly shows off how she’s swallowed everything, tongue hanging out her mouth and licking her lips.
“Good girl~!” Kyrie tells her. Falling back to firmly sit on Nero’s face, she takes Nico into her arms, letting her face rest into her plush and ample chest, enjoying herself while feeling Nico’s heartbeat calm down and her mouth lazily kiss her tits.
Nero doesn’t torment her into coming, simply lets her move however she likes and keeping the tip of his tongue firmly stiff and covering her clit. When her orgasm finally hits her, she ends up hitting a mild high note in her moans, clamping her mouth shut lest the whole house hear her and ignoring the breathless giggle from Nico into her bosom. She’s happy they’re hugging. That way she has some support to lean on instead of collapsing to the ground outright.
The only thing any of them manage to do is to simply breathe.
When Nero’s knot deflates enough for Nico to shimmy off, they manage to drag themselves onto Nero’s tiny bed. It’s barely big enough to fit even him, let alone three people, but they pile and squeeze somehow. Better a mattress than the floor, at least.
It doesn’t take them long to start fucking again. And again after that. And then some more until the next day rolls around. The only vaguely coherent thing any of them achieves in that time is Kyrie calling the neighbors to take the kids out for a sleepover. And she does this with Nico groping her tits while she’s on the phone. Then they’re back at it again.
Kyrie takes her sweet time riding Nero next, making out with Nico who rides his face. They switch to getting pounded into the mattress, Nero drooling and growling above each of them while splitting their cunts in half. His tongue cleans them up dutifully for hours at a time, licking clean every nook and bump in their pussies and assholes while they catch their breaths. They all nearly break at least a few bones trying to maneuver into a position too complicated for brains as foggy as theirs. It doesn’t stop them, but they fumble and mostly end up fucking into a weird pile that will definitely leave them sore and cramped later. But that’s a problem for then. Right now Kyrie has Nero folded in half and is milking his prostate while riding Nico’s face and none of them could care less for anything but their next orgasm. The bed is soaked with squirt, pussy juices, and cum by the time they’re done fucking once. And they only make a bigger mess as they keep going.
Once they’ve all run dry and sore, the tiniest bit of brain activity starts to crawl back in. And that’s the first time anyone thinks to call up Dante for an explanation.
“Oh, hah!” He laughs sheepishly through the speaker, “Didn’t know it would hit you, since you’re more human and all— Anyway, it’s a bit of a hassle, since you’ll get that rut every few months or so. But you can just take some sleeping aid and painkillers and sleep through it!” While Dante chatters on, Nero nods his head quietly, even though Dante can't see him, his brain beginning to put things together.
Nico and Kyrie listen in on the call, eyes widening as they come to their own conclusions. Nico finds a discarded notepad next to the phone and begins scribbling some notes, eventually breaking her silence to bombard Dante with a bunch of questions. Kyrie only smiles, even wetter now, knowing this will become a regular occurrence for them from now on.