Author's Note;
Smiles; Sup everybody we're back!
Jester; And yes we know we have neglected this fic and trust us we know is not fair.
Smiles; So as an apology for our lack of kindness and hugs we're giving you a fun bit of everything in this chapter.
Jester; That's right you got sex, action, and some foreshadowing. And again we're sorry for the wait and hope you all like this as we once more head out into Dante's life of craziness.
Smiles; It's a long chapter so it should do as a great apology.
Jester; Maybe anyway lets check out what you all left in the comments. Random guest thanks for the love. And hope you like this one too. Neo Deadmau5 yeah I played the dlc for FNAF four and I had fun with the little surprises it had. Indomius Rex your wait is over hope you like this update. And please don't chase us down we'd like to stay in one piece and not be a dino snack.
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Flashback to last couple of days with Dante and his wives Dante's View
Todays it's Freddia's turn to order me around and she's making me dance again. Seeing as she's the last one of my wives to have a turn at me before I depart. I kind of bent the rules so she'd have me for two days. For the most part I'm ok with the dancing. Only this time she's throwing poppers at me. Poppers are a kid's toys mostly. They're tiny little marble sized bags filled with flash powder. Basically family friendly cherry bombs that make a decent sounding pop. And a mild spark after they hit something. And Freddia is still angry from last time I made fun of her. Bonnie got back at me by making me sing and dance as a sad clown. Chica had me clean the kitchen and bathroom all day during her turn. Occasionally teasing me by swaying her ass as she cooked close by. When I stopped and stared she'd hit me with a frying pan and told me to stop slacking off.
And Foxy well she made me walk her plank. Seriously she made a fake ship on stage and had me sing pirate shanties in exchange for my life. But that didn't stop her from poking me with her hook and asking the kids if I still should. They kids of course favored their gold tooth fox captain had me dunked in a tube of fish. Popping out of the water a fish ended up in my mouth. The damn things tail slapped me several times and in flopped back into the tube. I dragged myself out and waddled away while the kids laughed. Foxy later had me play, as her cabin box alongside her was Bonnie. As I play swabbed the deck Bonnie would jump onto my shoulder to then dunk a bucket of water onto my head. She'd followed this all by dragging me down into the ships cellar saying I forgot to clean the potatoes. The kids laughed not knowing the whole time Bonnie was feeling up my cock as she dragged me off.
Now back to Freddia and her poppers. Which she is using them to great affect. Once more in my mime outfit I'm jumping back and forth through different forms of dance. I'm pretty much doing a slapstick cartoon routine. Rolling I then going into a knee slide to stop a few inches from the stages edge waving jazz hands. The kids start laughing even louder while I exhale in relief. But Freddia using one last trick on me. Hearing a click I look down to see that the floor was no longer under me causes I was over a trap door. And in cartoonish fashion a pull a sign from nowhere saying 'help.' The kids and parents are a roar with laughter and cheers. But I sneak out from under the stage and off to the back rooms. Few doors down I slip into the warehouse with all the boxes and spare stuff. Sitting down I look up as Freddia walks into the storeroom. "Freddia please mercy I'm sorry about last time already."
Freddia walks over her plump hourglass shape as sexy as every. Petting my face she smiles to me "I forgave you last night honey pot. All week I was reminded what I've been missing. I missed my sweet and cuddly honey pot. And how much fun he has making kids laugh. Honey please don't do anything crazy while you're away. Or we're going to stuff your corpse into a suite we put together of our spare parts." I nod knowing how they killed back when 'he' was still commanding them. It still hurts me to remember all the close calls we've had over the years. Duke and Boxer we're amount those close calls. Poor guys now live with mom but Duke lost his back left leg. And Boxer's age has caught up to them. The pair can't even chase off squirrels let alone fight a burglar. But mom said she'd take them in and we still visit them. But I feel how sad they are when I'm not around them.
And it must be eating at the girl's thoughts of losing me. It would kill them inside. Just as losing them would kill me. "Oh mama bear please don't be down. I'll be good and come back I promise." Smiling back to her with pleading eyes Freddia pulls me close. Freddia's eyes darken telling me two things one she's really pissed. Or two she's ready to nail me to the wall and ride me until my legs go numb. And I'm sure it's the second one. Gripping my arm Freddia looks at me like a certain jar that she likes to snack on. Seeing her eyes darken and her growl become that of a threatening one. I know all to well what she'll do if I break my promise. Caressing her check I smile to her and her face starts to soften. "Freddia you know you're not going to be quiet. Lets wait until later." Freddia growls as she starts to lick my neck and rub my stomach and ribs. Freddia "No honey pot remember there is no later. And I'm going to use any excuse I can to keep you balls deep in me. Only is fair that I get a little action out of today too."
I groan as she nips my ear. Feeling her chest through her fake tuxedo I sigh as she fully presses our bodies to one another. Kissing her soft lips I can't get enough of how surprise she gets every time I caress and feel up her large ass. Freddia "Do you like ass or pussy honey pot?" As she peppers my lips I nip her lower lip as she pulls away for the ninth time. "You know I can never say no when you offer me your luscious ass mama bear." Smirking to me pushed me anyway causing me to stumble back into one of the standing box shelves. Freddia showing her stuff sways her curvy hips with ease as she makes her way to me. In a hypnotic turn she slowly runs her hands up her ass. To then lightly slide down her black stretch pants. Seeing her small puffball tail twitch as her pants and panties stop right under her ass. My jaw is pretty much hanging at this point. I can feel my erecting trying to tear through the fake dress pants.
Smiling over her shoulder at me Freddia walks over to a shelf. Placing one hand on a shelf she turns slightly to use her free hand to signal me over with a finger. Giving her ass a nice sway I gulp trying to water my mouth. My momma bear always knows how to drive home that fact that I really like milf bodied women. I don't hate my other wives body's hell they match my other fetishes for when I have those cravings. But damn if its not hot seeing a curvy and all around juice looking woman wave you over for several rounds. Pushing my pants and boxers off I pounce into action. Mounting her from behind she wiggles her ass against my cock bringing a goofy grin to my face. Pressing myself onto her back I snake my hands around her to grab to handfuls of her breasts. Pinching her nipples and nipping at her ear I do all I can to please my big momma bear. I can tell from her groans that she's dying for this to go longer.
But we both know that kids don't wait very long and so this show will have to end soon. Freddia "Do me already honey and stop teasing." Feeling the slickness and the heat coming from her crotch I just can't argue. Slowly I sink into my sweet bear. Only half way in and Freddia gasps and growls in the back of her throat. Her hands begin to bend the metal shelf she's holding onto. Freddia "I hate that I won't be able to feel you for god's know how long. You better be sure to come back or I'll find your corpse and stuff you into a suite." "I know mamma bear I know." Her harsh clamping stressed her point as I began to stroke myself into her. Letting one of my hands drift downward I tease her folds as I continue to thrust into her.
Freddia tilts her head back and I lean into kiss her. Feeling her tongue swish back and forth against mine is so nice. I just love feeling my wives and me lose ourselves to pleasure and romance. I can tell she doesn't want me to go. None of them want to be apart for me. But we need an edge to cement of place come this wars end. So for know I'll give my wives the love and compassion they oh so crave. I was so lost that I didn't know when we got onto the floor. But Freddia is slowly caressing my face. Her eyes pleading for me to be safe. In a deep gasp I cum inside of her I can feel the drought in my throat. But also the need to return to them all. Pulling her into a hug I whisper my promise to her. Freddia gives me a kiss and reminds me what will happen to my corpse if I do disappoint her. Pushing my cock as hard and as deep as I could I promise her with gentle kisses to return to her and her sisters.
Current day third person's View
As Dante rides to his contacts his shadows often tell him if they feel a group of ghouls. And how close they are to him. Dante isn't sure which great lake the creature that spoke to him wanted him to specifically go to. But for security reasons he's sure it was for the best. As Dante continues to ride through the third day he wasn't really sure which state he should go to first still. With so much land around the lakes he's not sure where to begin. SB "It's almost night let's get some sleep Dante we'll be sure to let you know if anything happens." Dante nods slowing his bike Dante parks under an over pass. Looking around he sees several cars covered in the bones of victims of that war. Pushing his bike against a car Dante places his rifle onto his lap to then pull a short blanket over his shoulders. Slowly Dante drifts off to sleep allowing his shadows to watch over him.
A few miles off the coast of Brazil Lady Tlar watches as her fiancé and their warriors storms the shanty cities within the country. Lady Tlar "Pathetic I thought the humans would have negotiated and this all would have come to a peaceful head. With the occasional problem from the churches and the Numbers. But this is barbaric we are vampire nobles not humans thirsting for war. Jasper tell me has there been any news of our young mage?" The last female vampire nods "Yes my lady from the tabs I've been keeping on him he's has been reported moving north. Salvador yet to informed anyone to attack him along the route he is traveling. Should I keep monitoring the events my lady?" Lady Tlar "Yes if our young mage is going somewhere I wished to be informed of every moment and move he makes. I'll want someone I to exchange information to him.
"Have you found Ginger yet? He's another I must have contact with before we lose everything." Jasper "No my lady the remaining Numbers have gone underground along with certain government members from around the world. From what we believe he's fighting in skirmishes around Central America or the northeast US. But we still don't have a solid lead on him. But I'm sure the Numbers have also been paying attention to the young mage as well. Do you think they'll have him kill the mind mage?" Lady Tlar "If they do fight I wonder how it will go? Keep to the plan I've given you. And be sure to keep looking for the camp. I don't want him to find it before me. This war has proven too much of a waste. I grow tired of the idea of continuing down this path." The large female bows and walks off to complete her task for her lady. Lady Tlar now alone sees the smoke along the shores and smells the burning of flesh.
Lady Tlar 'Why have we fallen to this? Are we just a bloodthirsty as our masters? ... I refuse to believe it.' Over in Michigan the father of the mind mage himself is pinned down as vampires hammer his position. Gary Glory Singer is using his twin ten-millimeter handguns starts to fire back at the advancing vampires. Ginger hails on his radio if there is anyone left in the church. The female partner of the red hair hunter tells him "Fall back Ginger no ones has left yet." Ginger "Why? Where is the Convey?" Gingers partner Sheryl "The convey is trapped at the cities limits. The damn Peels had a few mines and traps setup for them. They're trying to divert. We need to regroup Ginger fast and try to send help." Ginger growls to back pedal into a small grocery store. Throwing a silver powder grenade he races out the back and runs headlong back to the cities Church. Getting to the sandbag and car barrier the hunters and militia turned on the ultraviolet spotlights.
Like old vampires Dun-peels can't handle the affects of certain things. Silver, sunlight, holy items/ water, and lastly magic. Ginger sighs as the militia watches and picks off the occasional ghoul. Sheryl walks over to her long-standing boyfriend Ginger. Cody the apprentice to the two witch hunters has aged too. Slightly he's grown in height and keeps half his head shaved. While the other half is breaded. Cody "How went finding the ammo sir?" Ginger hands Cody the seven ammo cans he could pick up. Ginger "Unfortunately the Peels had already started destroying the others before I could collect them. These were the only ones that I managed to secure and run back with. Cody have one of the officers share out the ammo. And inform the heavy machine gunners that the convey will be late. They'll have to ration their rounds again." Sheryl sighs as she and Ginger watch Cody run off through the rows of people and supply tables. Sheryl "Ginger what do we do? With that convey delayed for god knows how long we can't get out."
Ginger "Yes my dear I understand the uniqueness of our predicament. But I know that we have enough rations to hold off for another week. After that we'll have to make the best of things." Sheryl "I really wish you'd stop trying to be calm during shit like this. But I guess your right. We've made it through worse shit then this." A few Dun-peels approached through the night testing the churches defenses. But overall they were just small tests at points that showed to be weak and growing less protectable. With the attacks by the Dun-peels stopping the militia have to only worry about the roaming band of ghouls. Along with the packs of infected hounds they have running all over the place. Some would wonder how things could get any worse. Down in the cities tunnel system a few Dun-peels were tending to the infected hounds.
A hiss escaped a side tunnel prompting all to bow their head in fear. Moments later the almond eyed Dun-peel called Steve walks out from the tunnel. Steve "Where is your lead noble?" One Dun-peel pointed to an access tunnel and Steve and his companion takes it. Steve soon finds the noble in charge of taking the city. Steve backhands her across the face. Steve hisses, "Our lord is angered by your lack of speed in taking this town. It's a crucial if we are to have enough ghouls to hit the mind mage and his allies." Leading noble "It's not my fail that damn witch hunter with red hair is here. He's been causing us trouble and we can't get close to take him down." Steve snarls into the air "So Ginger is here. My lord was right so that means you are need here Karl take a pack of hounds and ready to attack." Slowly the human statue known as Karl walks forward.
Like all living statues his body is made of magic cement or marble stone. And like most he's taken up the practice of painting his body. Most statues use the paint as a means to show that they are alive or to blend in better with where they dwell. But most still wonder how they reproduce or create more of their kind. Some many questions but next to none of the living statues care to answer. Some of them dodge the questions with strange phrases. Or trance like stares to the person who asked them these questions. Looking at Karl's choice of color he's like most but his paint job looks messy and sporadic. Not calm or thought out at all. His bright painted on yellow hair has smears along the edges of his face. His jacket also crudely painted an orange, and lastly his eyes painted in with orange the dripped down his face.
Giving Karl the appearance the he was crying and still is crying. Karl smiles "I need no aid I can handle a few humans and their toys Steve. Erma and I will happily see to it that they are corpse at rest before the afternoon. And Steve I'd like to remind you to tell your lord that I'm still waiting for my chance to meet my old friend Castle." Steve "You'll get your chance so long as you keep doing as asked." Karl smirks grimly to walk off to another tunnel to get topside. Karl now sitting in the debris of a convince store and gas station. It's the only place close by that the humans seem to not care too much to pay attention to in the sweeps. On Karl's lap is a black cat that has smears of orange on its hind legs. Karl pets the cat as he watches the humans. Karl "I know Erma but it seems like they have little to stop us. Hm sounds like someone is trying to make a break into the city. No whoever they are the ghouls or hounds will deal with them."
Dante's View
Great and hear I thought I'd get to ride through this city like the last five. Damn Dun's had to set up fucking land mines and trip bombs. Unlike human kind of bombs and mines Dun-peels use a large pill shaped one. The pills have runes on it making it detonate on feeling someone close or step on them. So I've been pulling them out and off posts as I ride past. When I see a few ghouls or those damn poison hounds I throw one or two at them. After twenty minutes of riding I expand my mind to feel a good amount of people off to one side of the city. Feeling some of their emotional states without invading their thoughts I can tell they're fighting with a mix of things. Sigh "Guy's we need to make a detour." SB "Why? We need to stay close to the water or we'll miss out contact." SF "I know bro but knowing Dante he'll wear us down until we see his point of helping people." SB "Fucking fine lets go help the poor slobs that are hiding."
Throwing the last three mines along the road I'm using. I turn off down an alley to see two packs of hound's head at me. Placing my rifle on my bikes handlebars I fire. Using my mind I whip the bullets through the air to cause major damage to their heads. Seeing the first three skulls compress and gore outward I continue to ride. Firing a few more times the last few ran off. Riding for another hour I stop short of a church, which is pretty heavy reinforced. Militia gunman "Hey who are you? Keep your hands were we can see them." Hitching my bike kickstand I then turn around in a circle with my hands to my side. Gunman "Who are you?" "The names Dante and if you don't have any issues with my kind I think I can help you." Gunman "what do you mean your kind?" I turn to lift and raise my bike off the ground. One woman takes two shots at me. But thanks to mental shields they bounce away.
Looking at the woman and a few others their glares make it clear. Exhaling I shrug "If you don't want my help fine I'll leave." Voice "Wait!" I turn to see a face I never thought I'd see again. His tall frame in a white shirt, tan pants, and blue bowtie surprisingly clean. His armless glasses held onto his face by his nose. "We meet again Mr. Witch hunter last time I saw you it wasn't on good terms." Mr. Witch hunter "I've heard of all you've accomplished son I see you still don't like it when I call you that." I glare harshly at him "I do cause you're not my father. I came here thinking that the people here needed help. But if they have a few Hunters helping them I'll take my leave." Mr. Witch hunter "Wait can we at least talk... I do owe you that much." I look and point at finger to the guns still trained on me "Yeah right a mage simply talking to a Hunter inside a church filled with people that hate Cryptides. I'm sure this'll go over fine." Mr. Witch hunter "Not if you surrender your weapons." I look at him with a face that simply asked 'Are you fucking stupid.' "Not going to happen. I hand over my stuff and then I hear they've gone an lost my stuff no thanks." Mr. Witch hunter "I'll hold them right in front of you myself." 'He's really not going to let me just leave. Fine lets get it over with.'
Walking to the side of my bike I put my weapons into my duffle bag. Mr. Witch hunter "Everyone stand down he's coming in to talk." Wheeling my bike to the side of the churches door I see a few guys looking my bike over. "Anyone tries to strip my bike I'll strip you apart like a fucking banana." Mr. Witch hunter takes my bag "Threatening people doesn't help them feel any easy." I scowl "I don't feel real safe with human that are trigger happy either but I still gave you my weapons." Walking in with him a few people look at Mr. Witch hunter then me. Scanning their faces shock and surprise is the first. To then follow by words of gossip. Mr. Witch hunter and I take a seat and I see his female friend and the young teen from before stand across the table with him. Mr. Witch hunter "From what I hear you've help start a small faction filled with Cryptides and humans?" I hitch my legs onto the table "Yes and they're all very happy two days ago we had a young guy marry a gorgon. She's very happy and expecting to have a child in the coming year."
One gunman groans "Just another freak." I glare to him "Say what you want we freaks have been around far longer then you human. Some advice don't get smart around me. He asked and I answered. You don't want to hear get lost." Mr. Witch hunter's female friends "Ginger we still have a problem." Mr. Witch hunter "I know... so... Dante you can feel the minds of creatures and people around you?" "Far better then most would care to think. Oh and someone might want to check on the guy in the bathroom he's trying overdosing on a drug." Two militia guys rush off to the bathroom and the young teen looks at me as they drag out a woman struggling with a needle. Teen "You can tell what's wrong with people?" "Yeah its really easy for me now. I've helped a number of sick and ill in my home." One woman pushes her way over to me.
Woman "Please help my daughter she's sick and no one here knows what to give her." I nod not caring the looks some of the militia guys are giving me. The young daughter of the woman's is breathing harshly but has no fever. Scanning her body I turn to a Mr. Witch hunter "You have any adrenalin or plasma. She's doesn't have enough iron in her." Mr. Witch hunter nods and after a while a woman comes back and gives the daughter a small shot of adrenalin. In time she breaths calmer and looks to her mother. Mr. Witch hunter "I see that your skills have grown a lot since we last meet." "Of course did you think just because this is now the normal life styles. That some are now use to means I have to stop controlling my powers? Besides if I let myself go those damn knights from the Vatican will never stop pressing our outposts and small shelters and crops. But I'm sure you know all about trouble. So why are you here? Surely the Numbers have bigger jobs for the worlds best witch hunter? Or are you waiting for your enemy?"
Mr. Witch hunter looks off out a window then back to me "A convey was to pick up the civilians from here and take them to a camp we're friends with a few miles to the west. But the Peels laid traps and we don't know what's taking them." I scratch my head "I saw them or what's left of them. It looked like someone cut them down with something sharp and heavy." Mr. Witch hunters female friend "How do you know its only one person?" "Cause Dun-peels swarm and when they do they leave deep claw and puncture marks. Whoever hit your convey when it was trying to circle around the traps used a sharp blunt weapon." Shouting from outside and radios startle everyone "Someone just broke through the wall their on the roof!" In a flash something heavy drops on top of me creating a long ringing sound. Looking around after the impact I shake off the daze of the ring. To see that whatever I'm in is made of metal. Tapping it I find a few bends and openings in it.
Looking through one I see a living stature with a black cat on his shoulder. The Statue has a smug grin on his face. Statue "Well with that mage taken care of I can deal with the rest of you. And do please scream it makes your deaths so much more fun." Using my mind I bend the metal forward and I step out. He dropped a damn boiler on me. The living stature looks over his shoulder with another smirk. Statue "Oh good you're still alive Mr. mage. Tell me how did you stop my little surprise from killing you?" I wipe my shoulder as I answer him "Magic runes I have a force field surrounding my body." Stature "Then I take it you must focus on it to stop me from hurting you? But can you also stop me from harming this little humans?" "You're working with for Dun-peels, you're a statue with a black cat, awful paint job, and a twisted English accent... I've heard of you your Karl." Statue "Yes that is my name and I have been given a task to eliminate the humans here. I'm sure adding a mage siding with them will give me a closer step to my goal." "Fine then Karl lets see if you're as crazy as the rumors make you to be." Karl "Yes lets."
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