Chapter 7: Monica's Move (NSFW Chapter)
After poaching the three biggest payouts, Dante finally let out a breath. He took a brief second to check his mag, then went right back to work. These panicked guerrillas weren't soldiers to him anymore—they were walking, screaming bags of Credits.
He ghosted between the shacks, his AR-15 spitting fire. When he caught a group in the open, he'd drop them with precision bursts. If he saw a building packed with rebels, he didn't bother clearing it room-by-room; he just flipped the M203 and sent a 40mm greeting through the window.
As long as he didn't touch Anna, the female rebel from the movie, the plot would remain on its rails.
By the time Dutch and the rest of the squad fought their way to the center of the camp, Dante had already turned the plaza into a graveyard. He'd racked up another 150 Credits in the "mop-up" alone.
Dutch burst into the plaza, his face a mask of sweating rage. "What the hell was that, Crowley? I told you to—"
He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes darting from the piles of guerrilla corpses to the blackened, twisted skeleton of the helicopter. He looked at Dante, stunned.
"You did all this?"
Dante nodded calmly. "I saw the bird in the plaza, Major. I figured if we didn't ground it fast, the leadership would bolt before we could say hello. Things got heated, so I didn't have time to radio it in."
He paused, offering a thin, sharp smile. "By the way, I spotted a Soviet advisor hopping into the cabin. I made sure he didn't make his flight."
The commandos stood in silence, looking at the carnage. It took Dutch a full ten seconds to find his voice.
"Damn, kid," Dutch muttered, a hint of respect breaking through his irritation. "You're too good at this to be a CIA desk jockey. What's your name again?"
"Dante Crowley, Major."
Dutch grunted. "Good work, Dante. Real good."
Behind them, Leo and the other two watched the exchange with a toxic mix of envy and bitterness. They knew exactly why Dante had gone rogue—he'd just cashed out while they were still shivering in the bushes.
"Goddamn it," Leo hissed under his breath. "He hogged every single kill. We're just back here eating his dust."
Jerry, the IT guy, pointed at the rifles scattered near the bodies. "Leo, look. There are guns everywhere. Maybe we should grab a few?"
"What for?" Leo snapped. "The rewards are gone. You even know how to take the safety off one of those things?"
Dillon heard them whispering and whirled around, his face dark. "What are you two hens clucking about? You were useless during the breach, and you're useless now. If it wasn't for Dante, my team's reputation would be in the dirt because of you 'experts'."
He pointed at the muddy ground. "All three of you—police the brass! I want every shell casing, every dog tag, and every scrap of evidence cleared. Now! Don't leave a single trace we were here."
The three of them swallowed their pride. "Yes, sir..."
Once he'd dismissed the "clowns," Dillon turned to Dante, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone. "Dante, the central office—did you sweep it?"
He was fishing for the secret files, the real reason the CIA had staged this raid.
Dante shook his head. "Sorry, sir. The fire from the windows was too heavy. I couldn't breach."
'Like I give a shit about your files,' Dante thought. Those papers didn't have a Credit value attached to them. Besides, Anna was in that building, and he wasn't about to risk a "Plot Deviation" penalty by scaring her off too early.
"Dammit!" Dillon cursed under his breath and sprinted toward the office.
Dutch watched him go, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, and followed silently.
As the last echoes of gunfire faded within the building, the cold, clinical voice of the Space boomed in the minds of the candidates:
[Notice: Guerrilla Camp Cleared.]
[Primary Objective II: COMPLETED.]
[Penalty: Candidates 952703, 952706, and 952707 have failed to confirm a single kill. Performance Rating: ABYSMAL.]
[Deduction: 100 Credits each.]
[Bonus: Candidate 952701 (Dante) eliminated over 80% of hostiles. Performance Rating: GODLIKE.]
[Reward: 300 Bonus Credits distributed!]
Leo, who was busy picking up dirty shell casings, nearly choked on his own rage.
"Are you kidding me?!" he screamed at the empty air. "No penalty for failure my ass! They just docked half our starting points! And they gave our points to that son of a bitch?"
Monica patted Leo's back, her voice soft and consoling. "Calm down, Leo. It's okay. Dante is just... different. We can't compete with someone like him."
She looked at Leo's trembling hands and then shifted her gaze toward Dante, who was leaning against a wall, casually lighting a cigarette. Her eyes flickered with a calculating light.
'Leo is a dead end,' she realized. 'In this world, "polite" gets you killed. "Strong" gets you paid.'
Dante, meanwhile, was admiring his balance. Between the kills, the objectives, and the "MVP" bonus, he'd just systematically drained the other candidates of their survival fund.
The Space clearly rewarded predators and punished parasites.
As he was contemplating his next move, a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see Monica sidling up to him, looking over her shoulder to make sure Leo wasn't watching.
"Dante," she whispered, her voice like honey. "Is that offer from before still on the table?"
Dante looked down. She'd unbuttoned the top of her shirt just enough to show a deep, distracting amount of cleavage. He let out a dry, mocking laugh.
"That was fast. What happened to your boyfriend? You two seemed pretty cozy back at the ridge."
Monica gave a dismissive shrug, her eyes locking onto his. "In a place like this? 'Love' is just a fairytale people tell themselves so they don't scream. Leo is a nice guy, but you're the only thing in this jungle that gives me hope of seeing a hot shower again."
"Oh?" Dante blew a cloud of smoke into her face, re-evaluating her. "I underestimated you. You've got the instincts of a true survivor."
He reached out, his hand smacking her hip with a firm, proprietary squeeze. "Well, Mission Three hasn't popped yet. And I've got some time to kill."
Monica blushed, leaning into his touch with a sultry smile. "Be gentle with me, Dante. You look like you could be... a handful."
Dante grinned, his eyes flashing with a dark, predatory hunger. "I'm a real gentleman, Monica. I'll make sure it's a session you'll never forget."
He led her toward one of the abandoned huts. The place was a ramshackle mess; walls made of rotting wooden planks, with a dusty table and an old chair inside.
Monica, drawing from her so-called "influencer" background, always made a point to wear eye-catching, low-cut outfits—even in all this chaos, she managed to look stunning and seductive. Dante kicked the door shut behind them, partially muffling the sounds of the jungle outside.
The moment they were inside, Dante pinned her against the wall, his hands possessively gripping her hips. His fingers dug in firmly as he cupped and toyed with her soft curves.
"You've got a nice ass," he murmured in a mocking tone.
Slap!
"Ahh," Monica moaned playfully, her voice laced with provocation. "And you call yourself a real gentleman when you're this 'hungry'?"
Monica struck the sexiest pose she could, flaunting her cleavage and doing everything in her power to tease Dante. She knew full well that Dante was a strong man.
At first, she'd wanted to seek shelter by his side, but his cold, hard-to-control demeanor had kept her at bay, forcing her to settle for Leo instead. That idiot was easy to wrap around her finger compared to Dante.
But as time went on, she realized the truth. This place was dangerous, and a wimp like Leo wasn't enough to protect her. What happened to Linda was the perfect example.
So now, she had to seduce this "dangerous" man in front of her.
She leaned forward even more, her breath brushing his as Dante's hands kneaded her ass, and she reached for a kiss.
Dante knew exactly what she was up to and met her lips with a smile.
"Mhmmm..." Monica moaned into his mouth, diving into a deep, passionate kissing session.
She swayed her hips side to side, syncing with his hand movements, all while sharing that fervent kiss.
Dante devoured Monica's soft lips hungrily, alternating between her upper and lower ones—biting, pulling, sucking. At just the right moments, he squeezed her ass, sending electric shocks of stimulation through her body.
"Ahh, mhhmm..." Monica, who thought herself quite experienced, was utterly surprised. Dante was no amateur. He knew exactly what he was doing and didn't give her a single moment to catch her breath.
Her initial plan had been to show off all her techniques and make herself indispensable to him, but now, as Dante molded her like dough from every angle, she couldn't manage any of it.
"Ahh... Nghh, Dante," she gasped his name between their steamy kisses, forgetting her original intent and starting to savor the moment.
Before she knew it, her legs were wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the wooden wall, pulling him closer with raw desire for more.
As he sucked on her mouth, Dante decided it was time and finally turned his attention to the twin peaks grinning invitingly at him from her cleavage. Though caught up in the heat, Monica's mind was still sharp, and she cooperatively helped him remove her top.
When her hands reached back to unhook her white bra holding her breasts, a strong, masculine hand beat her to it, unhooking it with a single expert touch.
Monica's eyes widened slightly, and she asked in shock, "Dante, you—?"
Dante didn't speak, just grinned back. A man of his caliber had, of course, mastered the art of unhooking a bra with one hand.
For a man, this was vital knowledge and experience. If something stood between you and the body of the woman you desired, you had to eliminate it effectively and efficiently!
Whether it was a bra, a piece of clothing, or a rival. They were all just obstacles keeping you from your goal, but dealing with them was easy with the right tactics.
Dante ignored Monica's admiration. He wasn't about to let the fire in the air die out.
Before him appeared two perfectly round breasts, their nipples not yet perked up from the chill outside. He played with one in his hand, pinching and pulling it upward.
"Mhhmm, be gentle, Dante," Monica couldn't help but moan.
While one hand pinched, Dante brought his mouth to the other breast, lightly nipping the tip and pulling it too.
"Mhhmm… Ahhh."
Then, with schlurp... schlurp... sounds, he drenched it in saliva, licking, sucking, and tugging. His other hand kneaded the free one.
"Mmhhh…"
"Yes… Ahh, no, be gentle please! Mhhm."
Monica cried out in a rush, moaning; Dante alternated between her breasts, leaving bite marks on her neck, then returned to her lips. By now, Monica's feet were back on the hut's rickety floor, and she was moaning nonstop.
Dante's hand slid down to Monica's thigh, kissing her while slowly caressing between her legs, then moving to her lightly fuzzy pussy.
Feeling the slight wetness on his fingers, Dante realized the foreplay had finally brought this woman to the brink.
'In such a tense environment, getting a woman in the mood isn't something every man can pull off—except for me,' he thought arrogantly, chuckling dryly to himself.
Sensing she was ready, Dante quickly stripped off his tactical gear and began unbuckling his mercenary pants.
At that moment, a fire ignited in Monica's eyes. So far, Dante had been doing all the work; if she didn't step up, she wouldn't be valuable to him.
'I have to do something!' With that determined thought, she reached out her delicate hands to unbuckle Dante's belt.
Dante paused for a second, watching her move with a mocking smile. "Go on," he murmured, his voice commanding and teasing.
Without hesitation, Monica unbuckled it, unzipped him, and pulled down his pants. His underwear followed right after, revealing—gulp—it made her swallow hard. Her eyes widened, her throat went dry; this thing was far bigger than anything she'd encountered before, veiny and intimidating.
"Oh my god..." she whispered involuntarily.
Dante didn't wait. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head down fully, forcing her to her knees.
"Open your mouth," he commanded in a harsh, unquestionable tone. Monica obeyed with a cute smile, parting her lips to lick the tip first, suck it, then take it in.
She started slow, tonguing the head while stroking the shaft with her hand. But Dante took control; gripping her hair tighter, he thrust her head back and forth, pushing deeper.
Gluck gluck!
The sounds of his cock rapidly entering her mouth echoed in the hut. Monica's throat felt like it was clogging; she gagged with each thrust but didn't give up—fueled by her survival instinct and her experienced, performative spirit, she sucked with her eyes locked upward, saliva dripping as she matched the rhythm.
Dante grunted, "Take it deeper, slut," he muttered, shoving his hips forward to force her.
Gluck gluck gluck…
Dante sped up, Monica's eyes watered, but she put up an extraordinary fight, caressing his balls with her hand to drive him wild.
Dante's breathing quickened, his muscles tensed.
A few minutes later, "Take it all," he roared, cumming in her mouth, the hot liquid flooding her throat. Monica swallowed, coughed, but downed most of it, wiping the spills from her lips with her hand. Dante pulled back, panting and smiling. "Now for the main course, sweetheart."
He lifted Monica to her feet, turned her around, and yanked down her pants, carelessly pulling off her panties and tossing them aside. He didn't forget to land a hard slap on her ass in the process.
Slap!
Monica moaned, "Ahh, Dante!"
Dante bent her over the chair, lifting her hips into position.
Her pussy was already soaked from the foreplay; he touched it with his fingers, feeling the wetness and grinning.
"Look at this—even in our situation, you're this wet? You're a real slut," he said mockingly, then slid in slowly, teasing with just the head in and out.
"Mhhmm... Yes..." Monica moaned, pushing her hips back.
Dante buried his hands in her perfect ass and squeezed hard.
"Ahh!!" She puffed her cheeks as if complaining and moaned.
But Dante's patience was thin. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her roughly toward him and suddenly accelerated, pounding mercilessly—thrusting deep, slapping her ass. The sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the hut:
Slap slap slap!
Monica cried out, "Dante... God, slow down!"
But he ignored her, ramping up the intensity even more.
"Ahhh, mhhhmm, nghhh…"
Dante leaned in, licked her ear, and whispered, "What happened, didn't Leo's dick satisfy you like this? I doubt that wimp could make you soar like this."
Monica replied through her moans, "No... His cock can't compare to yours! Yours is bigger... Better, ahh!"
Dante laughed, "What a slut you are—your new boyfriend's out there working, and here you are, sucking my dick with your pussy."
Slap slap slap!
The flesh-smacking sounds kept accelerating, Monica's body trembling. "Yes... I'm a slut, but from now on, I'm only your slut, Dante! Harder, please!" she begged, digging her nails into the chair.
Dante went even harder, biting her neck, squeezing her breasts, and bursting into laughter. "Hahahaha."
But Monica wasn't done; breathless, she gasped, "From now on, my pussy will only get wet for you, Dante—this is your personal cunt, fuck it harder, you... Ahh!"
Dante sped up further, pounding her until her eyes rolled back in her head.
Schloup schloup!!
Finally, climax approached; Dante's rhythm turned feral, and with a deep roar, he came inside her. Monica shuddered through her own orgasm, her moans filling the hut. They both panted—Dante pulled out, and Monica slumped to the floor.
Not long after, Monica crawled toward Dante and began cleaning his cock with her tongue. When she felt it growing again in her mouth, her eyes widened.
Dante deftly grabbed her arm, flipped her face-down, spread her legs, and aligned his cock with her pussy's entrance.
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The sounds of the jungle were joined for a while by a very different kind of noise—raw, primal, and entirely uncivilized. And it went on for quite a while.
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