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Dante made his way to his new shiny, luxurious bedroom in the palace. Death sat on the bed, her long black dress draped across the mattress like a long shadow.
She looked up as he entered and moved over to sit at the edge. "Companion."
He sat beside her and rested his head on her thighs. "I missed this."
"You're addicted to my thighs." She stroked his hair with a soft smile. "Good job on conquering Asgard. You have your own realm now."
"Yours is still better."
She shook her head. "My realm exists outside the multiverse, which undoubtedly has its own pros and cons."
"Um, can I train there?"
Biokinesis and Helio Reactor had made up for his body's weakness. His base form was still lacking in soul and mind aspects. Training them would take a lot of time. Time he would rather spend with his four lovers and many friends.
Death's realm would be a lifesaver.
"Companion, you must create your own place with a different time ratio."
"No free food for me." He sighed, prompting Death to boop his nose. "Stop toying with me."
She brushed a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Companion."
Her unexpected apology momentarily stunned him. "I didn't think you were capable of that."
She laughed softly. "Improving myself to make my companion happier is also part of companionship."
"That is true."
He closed his eyes to sleep, but Death pinched his cheeks to stop him.
"You're always on top of me. It's my turn today."
"Huh?"
He watched in surprise as she slid her legs from under him and stood up from the bed. "What top are we talking about?"
Death answered with actions over words. She put a finger in the center of her dress and slowly trailed it down. Her black dress separated as if it was being cut by something sharp. The shadow dress slid to the floor in a pool of fabric.
Beneath that, she appeared not as a cosmic entity but a goth cosplayer. Knee-high black leather boots gleamed under the room's bright lights, hugging her legs like a second skin. A black lace thong left very little to the imagination, and an identical bra, low and tight-fitting, emphasized the full curve of her breasts. Her position was one of challenge, chin up, black eyes filled with a mix of defiance and undiluted hunger.
Dante felt his breath stop for a moment. His gaze ran over her body as the lust intensified in the face of her blatant seduction. This was not the same Death who had become shy from just one kiss. This was Death who had grown confident in the new world. Death who knew what she wanted and would take it with her own hands.
"My companion," she cooed. "Everybody needs a reward every now and then to stay motivated."
"Death," he muttered, voice roughened by the sudden flames igniting in his lower stomach. "What is the reward?"
Death put one high boot heel beside him, and crouched down until her mouth was inches from his ear. Her fingers slid down the middle of his chest and felt his half erection hard against his trousers. "You already know what reward we're discussing here."
Her velvety voice made him swallow hard. Death had finally worked up the courage to take that final step.
"I want to please you. As I have grown to love you very much." She bit at his earlobe while pressing down on his crotch with a finger. "Silvija, Felicia, Gwen, Laura—none of them are here, so let me satisfy you."
His control broke. His hand flashed up and held the back of her head, his mouth sealing over her in a kiss.
She pulled back, breathless, eyes wet with desire. She pushed her hair to her left shoulder. "Am I beautiful?"
He nodded, mesmerized.
Death smiled and dropped to her knees at once, eyes snapping up to him. Without looking, she loosened his belt. The buckle clicked open. "Am I sexy?"
"Extremely."
She made his belt disappear and paused at the zipper. "Are you happy to have me as your companion?"
He let out a groan and tried to grab her shoulders, to reverse the situation. He was reaching the limit of his patience.
She caught his hands in the middle and firmly intertwined their fingers. "This is my night. You are only allowed to receive this reward."
"Fine."
She released his hands with a smile and pulled down his zipper before lowering his pants and underwear. Licking her lips at the sight of the girthy member that sprang out, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "Answer my question. Are you happy to have me as your companion?"
"The happiest man alive."
She kissed his cock, weakening his control ever so slightly. "Do you want me?"
"I do."
Her fingers wrapped firmly around and stroked it. He hadn't been satisfied ever since that night with Silvija, and the blowjob from Felicia hadn't done much. So, it didn't take long for him to lose control.
Death released her grip the moment she noticed his approaching release. "Not so fast, companion."
The grunt that left him was raw and hungry. He yanked her up by her arms and tossed her on the bed. As much as he wanted to let her have fun, he couldn't stay passive. He wasn't made for it.
He tore the lace apart, accidentally bruising her hip in the process. Spreading her apart, he gently pushed two fingers inside. She was plenty wet from excitement.
She moaned, her brows furrowed in a small frown. "You're too eager."
"Blame yourself for being so desirable."
He drove into her with one thrust, burying himself to the root. Death arched, a gasp ripping from her lips. Her nails raked his shoulders, drawing blood as she clamped her legs around his waist.
He winced from her tightness. She winced from pain.
"Does it—"
"Shhh." She put a finger on his lips and began to move her hips. "Pain is another way to feel your love."
He cupped her face and gently kissed her. "You're the best thing that happened to me. I love you."
"Then carve it into my body," she whispered, pressing her head into his shoulder. "Let me feel with my body how much you crave my companionship."
Wrapping his arms around her back, he held her tightly and fucked her, showing her the full extent of his love.
"Just like this!" she moaned, the words echoing off the golden walls. "Show me that I AM your eternal companion. Not those little girls."
Each punishing thrust was a declaration, a marking. He saw her unraveling as the defiance in her eyes broke down into dazed, primal pleasure. He touched her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.
He growled, his thrusting deepening, merciless. "Like this?"
"Y-yes!" Death gasped, mascara streaking down her face. She wrapped her hands around him, trembling on the edge. "Give everything to me!"
"Then take it," he snarled, thrusting her hips down onto the bed's edge. "And cum for me."
A moment later, her scream shattered the stillness as he carved his yearning deep into her. He pulled back abruptly, leaving Death panting and moist.
She recovered quickly and got down to her knees before him. His big cock, glistening with her wetness, bobbed inches from her lips. She stared with her wide eyes filled with starving desire.
"I should've made it smaller," she smirked, her pink tongue extruding to carefully lick the meaty head. "It'll be hard to swallow this enormous thing."
Dante gripped the back of her head, fingers digging into her black hair. "I know my dearest Death wouldn't lose to Silvija or Felicia."
That sparked a competitive desire. She wouldn't allow herself to lose to his mortal lovers.
Death enveloped the tip in her lips and swirled her tongue around it. She worked slowly, shallowly at first, her jaw throbbing. One hand reached down and fingered her pussy, pleasuring herself at the same time to keep the excitement going.
"Mmmph. Can't fit." She gulped around him, drool greasing her chin as she struggled to swallow more than the first few inches. Her eyes welled with tears, but she refused to release, her cheeks big with sucking sounds.
He watched her struggle and twisting his fingers deeper in her hair. "Keep trying. I know you can do it."
And then, following two agonizing minutes of moist, gagging noises and Death's anguished whimpers as she tried to take it all while fingering herself, Dante went mad with impatience.
"Let me take over."
He forced her head forward, thrusting more of his length into her throat. Death gagged, bulging eyes as he pounded into her mouth, contorting her face with hard, shallow jolts. Her one hand still had two fingers in her pussy, bringing her close to her own release as her other hand's nails tore into his thighs.
With a rough grunt, he thrust deep one last time, filling her throat. Death convulsed and gulped wildly as thick ropes of cum covered the back of her throat. She came at the same time, her juices staining the luxurious palace room's floor.
Once the storm passed, Death pulled herself back, strings of saliva still connecting her to his member.
"That was tasty," Death gasped, her throat rough and her puffed-out lips shining. She took her fingers out of her pussy and looked at the glistening digits.
He took her hand and sucked on her fingers, tasting her juices.
Her cheeks flushed a little for some odd reason. "How do you want to do it now?"
She had hardly finished speaking when Dante scooped her up easily and gently set her down on the bed. He loomed over her, peeling off his long coat as he lay on the bed next to her.
"Wife," he spoke, trailing a finger down her back and pinching her ass. "Your turn to show me love."
Death's smile was feral with desperate hunger as she crawled over him. She sat on his hips and inserted herself onto his big cock with a shuddering moan. Her palms lay flat against his chest, fingers thrust deep into his muscles. She began to rock small, careful strokes of her hips that drew him impossibly deep.
"Fuck yeah."
Death arched her back, her pace building into a hard rhythm. She put a finger in the middle of her bra to cut it off and tossed it away. "Here."
He reached up and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts. Her puffy nipples quivered as he pinched them.
"Feel that?" she whispered, grinding down with a hard pressure. "That's my love—my reward for my companion."
"I do."
She threw her head back, black hair spilling over her shoulders as she rode him with frenzied movements. The sloppy, wet sounds filled the room, mingling with their rough gasps.
Death's legs quivered, her orgasm coiling inside. "Dante!" she cried, her body pressing down hard on him. He bucked beneath her, thrusting up as she came so hard that her scream must have echoed throughout the palace.
She pulled back a little and shoved her puffy breasts against his mouth. He clamped the quivering tip in his lips, sucking hard as his other hand continued to rough up her left tit.
Death moaned aloud, bucking her hips into him. "Companion, it feels like I'm being rewarded, not you."
He stopped her orgasm in suspense by stopping his thrust before he SMACK! slapped her ass cheeks. The way her insides quivered and clenched around him told him that she enjoyed it.
He gently caressed her nipple with his teeth. "How about that as my reward?"
"Mhmm, Companion. Your love is painful," she moaned. "I made this body to be with you. It belongs to you. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH IT!"
SMACK!
A new stinging slap made her gasp aloud. She panted in a lust-thickened voice as his hands slapped against her ass cheeks—SMACK!—the sharp slaps resonated off the walls.
After making her cum again, he flipped Death face down and made her hands touch the bed as she lay while his hands were lifting her hips for grip. He rammed into her from behind.
Death let out gasping whimpers with her face in the sheets as she pushed her hips back at him. "Harder!"
He obeyed, crashing into her with unrestrained passion, his hands digging into her hips. The bed creaked violently beneath them.
He leaned over her and squeezed her bouncing breasts. Death shuddered, her body clenching around him. His rhythm quickened, his own climax growing as he claimed her completely—every slap, every bite, every savage stroke declaring his burning love for her.
Death's screams degenerated into incoherent pleas.
SMACK!
He slapped his palm hard against Death's already flushed ass cheek, the sound of it ringing like a pistol shot in the bed. She writhed brutally, a raw scream bursting from her throat as her inner muscles tightened around his plump cock in a shuddering, immediate climax.
"Dante! I'm—" Her voice was stripped away in a raw moan, her body helplessly trembling as she came hard, juices slicking his thrusts that didn't stop.
"Come inside me!" She gasped, turning her face to show a ravenous gaze. "Breed this mortal body!"
Death was ready to create life on her own—something she had always craved.
He chuckled, his hips never slowing, and delivered another searing slap. "Who will help me if you get pregnant?"
"I am more than capable," Death whimpered, pumping her hips back against him greedily. "Please, companion!"
His grip on her hips grew tighter, his thrusts becoming possessive and hard. He pulled her back against his tense form, one hand gripping a handful of her lush black hair, the other hand around her neck as he drove into her from beneath.
"I'm gonna be so mad if my kid is born stronger than me."
He slapped her ass and felt her walls flutter again, gripping hard around his length like a vice as another orgasm ripped through her. His own control began to slip.
He bit at her shoulder as he drove her to the edge again. Death could only nod frantically, her body vibrating to the ferocious rhythm of his lovemaking.
He thrust deep one final time, seating himself to the root as Death's climax crashed over her again. A harsh grunt tore from his throat as he came deep within her, filling her pussy with thick torrents of cum. She convulsed violently and collapsed on her front, her inner muscles milking every last drop as she whined his name.
He let out a deep breath. She panted, trembling. His cock was still deeply embedded, allowing her to sense the scalding spill and heat of his cum.
Gradually, he pulled out, leaving her slick and shaking. He patted the red marks on her ass, making her shiver again.
Death moved her head, looking at him with dazed eyes. "What's next, Companion?"
She seemed excited to continue this lovemaking in a different positions, excited to be claimed and bred by him.
He flashed her a predatory smile. "Get on all fours."
Death obeyed immediately, her elbows spreading as she pressed herself up onto hands and knees, presenting him the rosy, flushed ass. She was a gorgeous sight—the handprints darkening on her hips and the shining mess between her thighs. He stood close behind her, his hands taking hold of her hips.
With one hard thrust, he let himself fully in her wet warmth once more. Death cried out as her back curved. He set a brutal pace, ramming into her with hard, continuous drives that flung her forward. Each impact wrung out choked gasps and winded pleas from Death.
Her nails clawed at the sheets. "Don't slow down!"
He obliged, his hips snapping forward, flesh-on-flesh slapping through the room. He looked at her ass rippling with each stroke, her long black hair spilling down the length of her back.
"You're perfect," he growled, pinching her sharply on the ass cheek to get her to scream. "And you're mine."
"Yes, I am," Death groaned, tossing her hips back in longing. His free hand smacked hard against her left ass cheek (SMACK!), then her right (SMACK!), leaving more red, stinging prints blooming on her pale skin.
Death gasped, arching back further into the slap as pleasure-pain flushed through her. His other hand swept up in her dark hair, pinning it back into a rigid ponytail that arched her spine into a crisp, elegant angle. Her breasts thrust out, nipples puckered against the cold air.
"Don't stop!" she screamed in a husky voice. "Keep fucking me, Dante! Harder! I am yours as much as you are mine—every inch of our bodies!"
Her words disintegrated into a moan as he drove deeper, his cock pushing her impossibly wide. He maintained the savage thrusting, his grip on her hair unyielding as he hammered into her slippery heat. Death's body arched away from him, her inner tissues thrashing in mad abandon as yet another climax ripped through her.
"Cumming!" she shrieked, her body shuddering with wild abandon. He groaned and rammed home with more strength as he had to control himself from going full force against her. His own orgasm rose as he filled her once more.
Hot seed overflowed her depths, and Death moaned in relief, stumbling forward as he finally released her hair. She let out shuddering gasps, slick with sweat as his semen trickled down her thighs.
Dante gently slapped his cock on her plump butt. "I love ass."
Death turned her head, her black eyes staring at his still hard cock. She reached out and pumped his cock, spreading their shared fluids on her hand.
"Again?" she asked with a provocative smirk. "I can still go on."
Her mortal body wasn't weak in any capacity.
"You're just as hungry as me, my wife," he whispered, his hand already around her waist. "Let's see how many times I can make you scream with that pretty mouth before you give up."
Death's retaliatory smile was wild as she leaned up on her elbows, waving her ass for another round. "Your balls will be drained before that happens."
"Is that so?"
He gently pushed on her butt to get her to lie down. He shifted to lie beside her and draped a hand over her waist. The intimate position made them feel each other's warmth.
"Before we start." She turned slightly and placed her hand on his face, affection oozing from her voice and body language. "Companion, what do you feel about me conceiving a child? Is it wrong?"
He put his chin on her slender shoulder. "Why would it be?"
"You know because… I'm the embodiment of Death. The mere thought of creating a life feels… conceptually wrong."
"You aren't just Death anymore. You also have another identity now." He pulled her back flush against him. "My companion. My woman."
She went silent for a moment, then raised her leg, guiding his member to her pussy. "Don't stop until I'm full of your cum. I want to see my lifetime through with my companion."
He nuzzled his face against her slick hair, feeling his heart flutter at her confession. Sliding his hand under her thigh to support her, he gently thrust into her. "I don't plan to."
This time, he went slow and deep, while sharing an impossibly long kiss. His soul hadn't recovered enough to teleport back to Earth. Until then, he planned to indulge in her love and make sure they both enjoyed every moment of it.
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