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Dante leaned over her, crashing his lips onto hers in a deep, messy kiss. She held his face and reciprocated it with the same passion. Their tongues tangled in a sloppy kiss for a while before he moved to her neck, sucking possessive hickeys into her pale skin.
She grumbled fondly. "I am not your property, you barbarian."
"I want you to be," he said, sucking in her scent. "Be mine forever."
She let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I will… consider it. On one condition."
"Say it."
"You let me meet Death."
The request was so in her daring character that he didn't even bat an eye. "Deal."
He sealed it by dipping his head and kissing the exposed swell of her tits above the lace of her bra. She arched her back, her hands reaching behind her with insane flexibility to unsnap the clasp.
"I'm quite confident in my figure."
The bra joined the towel on the floor.
"Damn…"
Dante, a certified ass man, felt his brain short-circuit. For her small, compact frame, she had seriously hefty tits. They were full and perfect, and pale pink nipples capping them were already hard.
"You also think they are great," she giggled. "Amy is jealous that mine don't sag at all."
"They're just perfect. All this muscle." He ran a hand over her abs before squeezing her breast. "And then these soft, incredible tits. You've got the best of everything."
"Sometimes you're too honest, Lover. I appreciate the compliment, though."
He didn't just grope her tits. He took his time, savoring them. He squeezed them, pulled them, and leaned down to lick and suck each nipple until she was squirming, her breath hitching with ticklish moans. Then he left a hot, wet trail of possessive kisses down her figure, not skipping a single inch of her hard abs. He found a thin, silvery line of a scar under her left breast and kissed it.
She rubbed the back of his head, shaky breaths coming from her lips. "Knife. A terrorist's parting gift. I was like fifteen back then."
He kissed the thicker jagged line on her ribs.
"Cage fight in Rio. Bastard had metal claws on his knuckles."
Dante kissed each one he found, learning more about her violent struggle from all over the world. "I'm glad you didn't get them lasered away. It makes you unique. There's just something romantic about a queen shedding her blood for her nation."
She laughed and pulled him up, hugging his head into the soft pillow of her breasts. "How can I not love you when you say things like that?"
He flashed a toothy grin and eventually worked his way down again, only to be stopped by her soaked panties. The intricate black lace of her panties had a dark, damp patch, releasing the musky and sweet scent of her arousal.
As he hooked his fingers into the waistband, she grabbed his wrists.
"Show me. I want it."
She shivered from the authoritative tone of his voice. With a look of surrender, she let go of his hands and raised her hips off the bed. He slowly pulled the soaked panties down her legs and tossed them with the bra and towel bunch.
Now, she was fully bare. Her cunt was a beautiful, glistening mess—her outer lips were plump and flushed a deep pink in arousal.
He pushed her legs up and buried his face between her legs. He planted a firm kiss right on her wet silver curls, making her jolt. His tongue found her entrance in one stroke.
"You're so dripping here."
She moaned. "So only men are allowed to be horny?"
"When did I say I hate it?"
His tongue delved into her entrance, tasting her tangy essence, before focusing on the hard, sensitive nub of her clit. He licked and sucked, tracing circles, flicking it rapidly. He was using every trick he knew to pleasure a woman.
The wet, obscene noise of his mouth working between her legs filled the room, punctuated by her increasingly broken moans. She fisted the sheet, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.
"Please... don't stop..."
He doubled down on his efforts as he sucked her clit firmly while sliding two fingers inside her dripping hole. He curled his fingers, probing for that rough spot deep within.
"Oh, fuck... Right there. That felt gooood~."
He messed up her sweet spot, and that was her final trigger.
Her breath hitched instantly, and her thighs clamped around his head. "I can't stop. Dante~! I'm… I am coming!"
A guttural, choked scream was torn from her throat as her back arched off the bed. Her cunt convulsed around his working fingers, squeezing them as if trying to milk it dry. Then, a gush of her erotic juices soaked his hand and chin.
She fully pressed him against her pussy until she rode out the crushing waves of her orgasm until the last tremor had subsided.
Afterward, she collapsed back onto the mattress, utterly spent.
He pried apart her thighs and looked at her. Her eyes were glazed, but there was an undeniably satisfied smile on her face.
"That was next level…" she murmured. "I can't feel my legs anymore."
Despite his smile, he wasn't satisfied. Her nude figure only made aware of his throbbing dick. He needed another release and possibly one more after that. It would be a waste not to have that much sex with his gorgeous girlfriend.
Silvija saw the raw hunger in his gaze as well as his attention to the valley between her legs. A slow, wicked smile touched her lips. Without a word, she let her thighs fall open in a lewd invitation.
"Look here." She used two fingers to part her pussy lips, exposing the flushed, glistening pink flesh within. "Lover, make me yours right here, right now. Shove that thick cock right in."
Dante didn't need to be told twice, not when she showed the energy to dirty talk like that. He lined up the swollen crown with her dripping entrance, but instead of pushing in, he drew it back and slapped it firmly against her sensitive clit.
She immediately jolted from sensation. "Lover, don't toy with me. Just fuck me."
He had expected her to show a fiercer response and impatiently push down to mount him—she had already recovered strength for that, thanks to her highly trained physique. It wasn't just the post-lethargy of her big orgasm. She had been surprisingly passive and accommodating in this sex adventure, even more than usual girlfriend mode.
'Is she trying to tell me something?'
Whatever it was, it could wait. He joined their left hands and pressed his cock against her opening. The foreplay and her own climax had left her ready, but she was still so damn tight. With a single slow thrust of his hips, he buried over half of his length inside her.
Even that raised a guttural gasp from the queen. Her fingers gripped his hand tighter, as her body stretched to accommodate his thick girth.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted from the firm pressure. "Ease up a little."
She relaxed her tense muscles with deep breaths and put her free hand on his shoulder. "Uhmm, keep going."
He pushed her legs back, folding her almost in half—quite easy for her flexibility—and leaned over her. "Tell me if it hurts."
"As if," she snarled and pulled him down for another kiss, as her hips bucked against his. "Stop coddling me. Fuck me like I belong to you."
He did just that, starting with slow, deep thrusts, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in, making her feel every inch. His free hand found her breast to squeeze it roughly. Her cunt clenched around him as a result of his teasing. She just loved having her breasts fondled and licked.
"Don't bite so hard, jeez," she panted, contrary to the way she arched her back to shove her tits in his mouth. "There's no milk in them."
He released her nipple with a wet pop. "Maybe I just like the taste of you."
"I also liked yours," she grinned. "Your semen tasted like coconut milk with salt."
"Why are you describing it?" He slapped her left tit with just enough force to make it red.
And she moaned, clenching even harder that he almost lost control. "Mhmm."
What's more, Silvija didn't seem to object to the treatment. If anything, those eyes made her seem… eager for more.
Believing that he was imagining things, he went back to sucking her tit and ramming into her. On the contrary, she began to melt under him. He took her hands and changed positions, and Silvija complied without a word.
The new position he put her in, on her hands and knees so that he could take her from behind while groping her lovely butt, was quite new for Silvija. Amy Chen had imparted a great deal of knowledge except for the rawest, most primal way of lovemaking.
Dante grabbed her forearms and pulled her back, bending her back to a degree that she would see his face looking down at her on a deep thrust. Such a position would've injured a normal woman's spine. Silvija wasn't even fazed. Rather, her cunt tightened around him as she rocked her hips back and forth to his rhythm.
That was also his trigger.
He grabbed her hips and slammed it deep. As his cum filled her, she also experienced her own orgasm, made infinitely better by his hand rubbing up her clit.
He spread her lips apart and slid his cock out. Silvija collapsed on the bed, his semen trickling out of her cunt while she was lost in her second orgasm.
'Will I become a dad?'
He smiled at the thought. "Silvija, can you go on?"
She looked at him sideways, like he was some kind of freak. "My legs are weak… you hold me in whatever position you want to fuck me in."
He had to blink twice at that information. She had completely become passive, surrendering herself to him. She let him manhandle her, position her, use her body for his—and her—pleasure.
He was honored, but it also turned him on to an insane degree. Then the rationality, born from post-nut, took over. A thought formed in his mind that Silvija enjoyed this. After a lifetime of giving orders, of carrying every burden and making hard choices, being under him was like letting a bird out of the cage.
He decided to test his theory. That started with putting her legs on shoulders and fucking her while she lay there, moaning and whimpering at his steady thrusts. After a minute, the slow, steady rhythm vanished, replaced by a series of deep piston-like thrusts that drove the air from her lungs in a soft, choked gasp.
"Silvija, are you liking it?"
She nodded slowly with a deep hum of her throat. "I might become pregnant at this rate."
"You don't look happy, though. You don't want a kid?"
"I do!" She screamed. "But I'm afraid you'll change your mind if I get pregnant."
"Hell no." He slid her legs off his shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. "I want a kid. Silvija, give me a smart fuck like me or a beautiful daughter like you."
Silvija sucked in a deep breath. "Then keep pumping me with your seed. Give Symkaria an heir who will make our country proud for centuries."
The 'our country' meant she had fully embraced him as her own.
"What else do you want?" he asked as he buried his face in her neck, tasting her skin. "What can I give to make my girlfriend happier?"
The question was abrupt in the middle of sex, but he had slowed down to let Silvija think with a rational mind, as clear as it could get after climaxing that many times.
She held his shoulders and sighed against his ear. "Symkaria's prosperity and the Wild Pack's eternal glory."
"That's Silver Sable speaking. What does Silvija, my girlfriend, want?" He moved away and looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you so silly that you forget your responsibilities?"
The reason Silvija was being passive wasn't that she couldn't take charge here. She didn't want to. She had been giving him signals ever since she came out of the shower, hoping yet afraid that he would notice.
After all, for her entire life, she had carried the weight of a nation, a company, a legacy. Every decision, every life, was her responsibility. But here, in this private space, that burden was a cage she longed to escape. She didn't want to be the queen. She wanted to be a woman. She wanted to be taken, claimed, and so thoroughly fucked that she couldn't think, couldn't command, could only drown in pleasure and love. She wanted to let go while she was with him.
And she had chosen him after testing him physically, verbally, and emotionally.
Silvija's nails dug into his shoulders. "I want you…"
"You already have that," he growled, squeezing her breast possessively. "I'll make a suggestion. Don't you want to free your mind from duties here? Don't you want to fully embrace your happiness as my woman for tonight?"
Wanton moans left her lips. Not a single word, however. She didn't have to, because he saw the truth in her eyes.
His thumb brushed her nipple before he lowered his head again. This time, he wasn't worshiping her. His teeth scraped the sensitive peak, pulling and tugging until she was writhing beneath him.
"Tell me," he demanded in a rough voice. "Tell me if that's what you want."
Her reaction was instantaneous. Her back arched off the mattress, not in protest, but in a desperate offering to continue his rough handling of her tits. And the most telling sign of all was her inner walls clamping down on his cock like a vise. She was so tight it was almost painful.
"Yes…!" she cried out. Her eyes were glazed. There was no protest, only a deep, submissive hunger. "God, Dante, yes! I feel free when I'm with you. When I had that orgasm—I forgot about everything! Dante, fuck me! Keep giving me that feeling!"
He smiled gently, contrary to how forceful his thrusts had become.
"Silvija," he murmured and pulled her up into his arms. Even as she sat in his embrace, her sloppy cunt was still being thoroughly fucked. "Thank you for trusting me. I won't let you down."
"Hmmm." Her answer was to rock her hips. "Harder. Harder."
He grabbed her butt so firmly that it left bruises and gave his cock to her without any restraint. His thrusts became brutal, enough to make loud slapping sounds that would echo throughout the whole hallway. He was driving into her with a force that rocked the expensive bed. His mouth claimed hers in a dominant kiss to swallow all of her broken cries.
He was in absolute control in every way, and she was shattering in his arms with every thrust into her cunt. And she loved every moment of it.
He felt her third climax begin to build as her body tightened. "Dante... I'm... oh, god—!"
"Come for me," he commanded. "Let it all go."
He watched her squirt onto his cock. Her cunt convulsed around his cock, gripping and milking him in a series of violent spasms. He was brought to the edge and forced to creampie her again.
However, he wasn't finished after creampieing her clenching pussy twice. He pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. A weak, surprised sound escaped her lips. In another moment, she got onto her hands and knees and eagerly presented her ass to him.
"More," she pleaded, stretching her lips to show the traces of his seed in her begging cunt. "I need more of your thick cock, Lover."
He gave it to her in full frenzy. A raw, throaty moan, unlike any sound she had made before, came from her throat. It was the moan of a woman being thoroughly fucked like a bitch in heat.
"Yes! Fuck! Just like that!" she cried out, pushing her hips back against his thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke. "Uhmm, right there—"
He pushed her face into the pillow and then slammed into her over and over.
This was her release. This was her freedom. And he was the only one she would allow to give it to her.
After getting bored with the normal positions, he got off the bed and pressed her against the wall, fucking the mercenary queen. From the wall, bed, chair, to all the way in the shower, he fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her some more. In that time, she never stopped, never stopped telling him to fuck her, never stopped asking him to break her.
He fucked her exactly like she told her to, until eventually she couldn't tell him anymore, reduced to incoherent and unintelligible garbled moans, whimpers, and sputtering. On his last release, Dante let Silvija drop face down on the bed, ass up toward the ceiling. He pulled out and jerked his last load all over her upturned ass and back.
His cum had already filled her pussy to the brim. Well, except he wasn't human anymore so the chance of him becoming a father would still be slim.
He turned off the lights and put a blanket over her before lying down beside her.
She turned to him and snuggled in his arms. "Good night…"
After what they had done, the silver-haired queen wouldn't be able to function for at least half a day. And truth be told, he didn't mind sleeping for a few hours with his needy lover.
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