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Dante didn't see an ounce of struggle from Silvija as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support.
"This is why Felicia looked so happy," she muttered. "It's nice to be held like this. Oh, why are you making that face, Lover? Do you also want to be held?"
"I mean, I wouldn't mind it from Death."
She chuckled. "Turn me into a giantess, and I'll do it for you."
"Hell no. You'll always be my little queen. Never the other way around."
"You're such a moron sometimes."
Dante laughed, descending the stairs two at a time. She wasn't heavy, but she was mostly muscle. Carrying her with his strength was barely anything for him.
He shouldered through the door, not breaking a stride until he reached the bedroom. The moment her feet touched the floor, she took a step away.
"Wait."
His heart sank at the word. "I'm done waiting."
"I need to shower." She was already backing toward the bathroom, defensively, like she was ready to make a run if he tried to approach her. "I also want it as much as you, dammit. Just give me five minutes."
And then she disappeared in the shower room.
Dante plopped on the bed. "You've got to be kidding me."
Every single time they got close to crossing this line, something abrupt happened. Was Death interfering somehow with his luck because he was trying to be with someone else?
"Whatever it is, I'm getting it done today. Nobody's stopping this."
Well, nobody except the woman currently scrubbing herself behind that door. He couldn't do anything if she changed her mind. But she was the one who had brought him here. So, unless she changed her mind in the next five minutes, his chances looked pretty good.
He glanced down at himself, a mix of his own and Silvija's sweat covering him. "Might as well do it too."
Before leaving, he called out to the symbiotes hidden in his sleeves. "You guys hide here. Don't come out until I call you."
They slithered out of his pocket and headed for different hiding spots. Felicia's former symbiote went under the bed and Walter's former symbiote slithered behind the call—a professional thief's spot if he had ever seen one.
All the Wild Pack assigned rooms on this floor had nameplates so he picked a room without one. While it looked empty, the bathroom was well-maintained with all the necessary items.
He scrubbed himself clean and made it back to her bedroom in under four minutes. He was completely naked except for the towel placed on his lower body. The sound of running water spiked his heart beat and sent blood to his lower body. He had relationships before in his old life, but none had turned out like Silvija, Death, or even Felicia.
The water shut off, and the door opened.
Silvija emerged with a towel wrapping her flushed skin, with droplets of water beading along her collarbones. The towel did little to obscure her wonderful figure and even less to hide the subtle muscle lines along her legs.
Her eyes flicked from his face to the slight tent and back again, and her mouth curled at one corner in a daring smile. "Someone is excited."
"It got charmed by her Royal Highness." Dante abandoned all pretense of shame, making a little flourishing gesture to clarify that the 'it' in question was definitely not under his control. "You're just… gorgeous."
"How sweet of you, Lover." She walked toward him in slow steps and touched the towel on his lower body. "Mind if I greet 'it'?"
"Be my guest."
She picked up the towel at his consent. The gasp that left her lips spoke of his size and thickness. Holding the towel with one hand, she sank to her knees and wrapped her cold fingers around it. He shuddered, more so when she rubbed the tip with her thumb.
"It's quite… intimidating." Despite her words, her fervent gaze was like she was worshipping his cock. "What an amazing girth…"
"Try moving your hands."
She gripped it firmly and slid her hand up and down his shaft. "Isn't this called a handjob?"
"How do you know it's called that? I thought you were a virgin."
She chuckled. "Amy shared some stuff. Her female assassin guild taught her a lot about sex. She used it a lot in espionage. I suppose I'll put all that theoretical knowledge to use today."
"Using your man as a lab rat—" Her strokes suddenly picked up speed, and he almost lost his train of thought entirely. "Fuck… just like that. Keep going."
She did just that while looking up at him. Her strokes grew more confident and slick as she learned his body through the twitch of his hips and his groans when she squeezed near the base.
"I didn't know my lover could have these cute reactions." She smirked, relishing the power her fingers had to crumble his composure. "Handling a gun and penis aren't so different."
Dante put his hands on the bed and leaned back. "You're a natural at this, my queen."
Silvija suddenly pushed him flat onto his back and moved to kneel beside his legs. Her damp hair brushed his thighs as she leaned so close he could feel her warm breath. Her wet lips planted a kiss on the swollen head of his dick.
"What if I try this?"
For a moment, it looked as if she would just keep teasing the tip. Then slowly but surely, she opened her lips up, and Dante raised his hips off the bed instinctively. His penis filled her mouth and then some, slipping into the velvety depths with ease as the queen trembled from the sensation.
He placed a hand on top of her head, gently guiding her. "Show me the skills of Silver Sable."
She gave him a somewhat annoyed look, not loving the affectionate gesture but not physically protesting against it either. She nonetheless did as she was told, and that too with double the efforts, suctioning harder, slurping, and rolling her tongue around the tip. She had no experience, to be absolutely fair, but she tried her best with that sloppy tongue.
Her best hit a wall when his cock bumped the back of her throat. She gagged for a second and pulled back. Her brow furrows in concentration as she glared at his member as if it personally offended her… or as if it was a challenge for her to overcome after he had told her to show her skill.
"Who decided I can't take you?" she growled and dove back down.
Dante hummed deep in his own throat and tightened up his grip on Silvija's hair. "Let me help."
He started off with a gentle movement of her head and slow rocking of his hips. But Silvija wasn't a patient woman. She choked quietly, forcing herself to take more.
"Gkh… gkh…. Gagkh…"
She still didn't back down from burying his entire penis down her throat. Each time she gagged and had to pull back for air, she would dive back down, getting another inch closer to her goal. It was a brutal, beautiful struggle. After several minutes of slowly but surely deep-throating Dante's cock, the mercenary queen spirit finally managed it.
The beautiful mercenary's nose pressed into his pubes and her drool-slicked chin rested against his balls. Tears had welled in the corners of her eyes, and despite her best efforts to hold this position, her throat convulsed, forcing her to rear back.
Her tenacity left Dante amazed even as pressure built in his balls.
'Is this her competitiveness, or is my little queen just a secret slut for cock?'
She still didn't want to stop there. With his cockhead still between her lips, she took a deep breath and plunged down once more. Her throat spasmed wildly around his length, but she made it, pressing her face into his crotch again.
He let out a sigh of pleasure and pulled her off, patting her head. "God blessed me with such a hardworking girlfriend. You did amazing."
Her eyes, still teary, crinkled with a smile at the praise, a strangely cute contrast to the mess of drool on her chin. "Consider it your reward for being a good boy." She grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on the back of his head. "Now stop pampering me and fuck my face."
The dirty talk, which he assumed to be Amy Chen's influence, made his cock twitch. He needed no further invitation to start thrusting into her mouth. The slow start only lasted a few moments. Then he was brutally fucking Silvija's throat like it was her pussy. The fervor of being teased by beautiful women without any release finally caught up with him. He couldn't slow down even if he wanted to at this point. He had become a slave to pleasure.
Her head bobbed back and forth faster and faster, her lips suctioning down around his girth and her cheeks sucking inwards in an incredibly lewd display for a woman meant to be 'Symkaria's Queen'. And she wasn't just tolerating for the sake of her lover's pleasure; there was a fierce, strange fulfillment in her eyes, like she was reveling in doing something just for herself, something that had nothing to do with her nation or her company.
This was her own moment.
He railed her throat with everything he had. When he felt the climax tear through him, he didn't pull out.
The silver-haired mercenary was just managing to get used to the brutal routine of his cock pistoning in and out of her throat when he abruptly buried her face in his crotch, and his ball sack smacked up against her drool-covered chin. Her eyes went wide as his cum blasted directly down her esophagus.
She choked and sputtered.
The post-nut clarity snapped him back to reality. His cock slid free with a slick sound. She quickly moved away from his crotch and coughed, gasping to clear her airway. Despite her uncomfortable look, she didn't waste a single drop of his come.
"Shit, Silvija… I'm sorry. I got too rough."
She grabbed his towel from the floor and cleaned her face, which dislodged her own towel, leaving her shivering in nothing but a sexy, black lace bra and panties.
"Don't be," she said in a hoarse voice. "I should blame my own lung capacity."
Even now, she was blaming herself. Overflowing with a possessive, tender affection, he took her hand. "My turn to make you feel good."
She didn't resist as he picked her up and laid her back with her head on the pillows. The sight of her made him groan. The perfect breasts, the sculpted abs, the curves of her thighs, all presented for him in the bed. Everything his.
She was breathing heavily, but her eyes held him with a lazy, seductive heat. "Lover…"