Chronicles of the Devil's Love Life

by Red Dusk 369

A series of semi-one shot lemons between Dante and various female characters that are supposed to tie in with already written crossover stories featuring the him. Think of these lemons as deleted scenes that the writer of the original works that scenes are supposed to take place in have decided not to put into their stories. Spoilers for romances in the story references. Just smut

4. Christie Part 2

Author's Note: Hello everyone. Got this chapter out as quickly as I could. Started working on it about three days after I published this story. Gotta strike while the iron's hot.

So this lemon is gonna be Christie again cause if you have read the Dead or Alive 4 the Devil Factor story, Christie has had multiple instances where her and Dante had a fling with each other. A female character can get multiple chapters in this story, each one having a different steamy scene with Dante. So you guys & gals are gonna be seeing Christie a couple of times. Don't worry, I'll be sure to have breaks between each of her scenes that way you guys don't end up getting Christie fatigue. And each of her scenes are basically gonna have different wave lengths of raunchy sex, ranging from softcore to hardcore but at the same time still gotta keep them consistent with how the confirmations of them having sex was presented in the stories.

So anyway, this scene happens during in the middle of chapter 25. When Dante & Christie were sent to Japan to get Kokoro and bring her to Helena in France and came back with the young Japanese teen as well as Kokoro's mother, Miyako. Sadly there wasn't any type of romance developed between Dante & Kokoro in the story. Kokoro is underrated as fuck amongst the Dead or Alive girls.

So from what the story was able to convey, after Dante and Christie were done with there fetch quest, they were given some down time and though it wasn't shown in story, I'm just gonna create a little scenario of Dante and Christie spending the night together out in town before Christie takes Dante to her Paris safe house for another bout of hot European sex within reasonable range that correlates with the story.

All the other times that Dante and Christie had fling with each other in the story, there was at least a set up to it shown. This one did not. The story just tells it. So I took the time to create the set up myself while keeping the continuity consistent.

Without further or due, here is another lemon chapter with Dead or Alive's British Assassin.

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"Well, I think I speak for us both when I say operation escort the small pretty asian package was a success. But of course, Helena's too prissy to thank us for the hard work of bringing her little sister to her." Christie huffed. "At least Kokoro is sweet and innocent enough to show her chaperones some gratitude."

Dante and Christie were walking out of the main entrance of the building that Helena's penthouse was sitting on top of and onto the streets of Paris, France.

It was currently late afternoon as the sun was halfway finished on its travel path towards the horizon.

The white haired professional killer to the slight surprise of Dante has dressed a bit more conservatively from her last outfit as she had don a casual outfit consisting of a red light sleeveless turtleneck and a pair of white leather pants which were quite form fitting, allowing her voluptuous figure to be flaunted to bystanders passing by on the street.

Whether Christie decided to wear those colors because she wanted to match Dante sharing the red and white color scheme together or she just felt like it was unknown to the mercenary.

A few accessories were added to the look such as a pair of fancy red stiletto high heels that still retained the classic design adding two inches to her height, a silver bangle bracelet on her left wrist and an expensive looking jewelry watch on her right wrist and carrying a black leather women's wallet made from a British brand that is only sold in the United Kingdom.

When the white haired duo Dante & Christie returned from their job of picking up Kokoro from her hometown of Kyoto, Japan; and though it wasn't planned at first, Kokoro's mother Miyako ended up coming with them and were brought to Helena. After the job was done, they were expecting Helena to give them another urgent task right off the bat. But it turns out that the French billionaire didn't have any assignment for them at the moment.

Instead the former opera singer has decided to cut 'em loose for the night, and report back for an update of the status of their main goal or any other side missions that Helena would need them to take care of.

...Well, it was Christie that was cut loose. She may have helped Dante in bringing back Kokoro without stirring up some trouble herself but Helena didn't trust the killer beauty enough to sleep under the same roof as her and her family yet.

But at the same time, Helena also didn't trust Christie to be running around out there and possibly go back on their agreement and try to scheme something that can bring harm to her before her quest to bring down Donovan is over.

So what was her solution to counter that possibility?

Why have Dante tag her along and make sure she doesn't try anything suspicious much to the half demon's annoyance that he is once again assigned a job babysitting another babe from the Dead or Alive tournaments. 'Seriously, does Helena really think the best thing for me to do right now is to watch over a chick? I know she is the most dangerous assassin in the world but how does she know that demons won't pop in on her in her crib while we're out in town?' Dante thought.

'If that Donovan prick has some how been able to team up with demons, how does Helena know he won't send them after her? Teh, she really needs to work on her planning...among other things.' Dante continued going over in his head only to realize that he is thinking too hard. That's not his thing.

But going back to the subject on their completed job, there was something that the demon hunter would like to add to that. "Well, it would've been nice if we had been able to clip that demon chick that had an unhealthy obsession with my dad and frosty the home wrecker before they scrammed. So we don't have to worry about them later on."

The two demons that were mentioned,

Maller...she was just another ghost from his pop's past. That always lead to him putting that demon down because when they couldn't take their anger out on Sparda, his son was the next best thing to them. And of course, Dante responds in kind like he always has.

Raidou...he may not be one of those demons that are in the Crucify Sparda club, but he was the one that Kasumi told him about. How he was the root of all of her and her family's problems. And not only is he looking to start more trouble with Kasumi, Ayane and their mother but he has also turned himself into a full on demon.

Raidou throwing away all of his humanity and becoming another low life from the underworld is kinda his problem by default since he Is a demon hunter but also, there is also the fact that he fully intends to threaten the ninja girls' lives again.

This might be the ninjas' fight with him but if he is some one that the kunoichis can't handle, Kasumi, Ayame and to some extent even the little purple haired brat Ayane were all still counting on him. He wouldn't admit it but the ninja sisters and their mother were starting to grow on him, and if one of them doesn't live before this whole mess of a fun box that they are in together while he is still supposed to be watching over them is over, then he'll feel like he has let them down. And that is one wound he will NOT heal fast from.

And the longer this goes on, then the more that obligated feeling is gonna end up spreading to even more of these babes from the Dead or Alive tournament that are just so happen to have been getting mixed into this frying pan with him: there is also Helena, Tina, Kokoro, Miyako and even the ruthless cunning killer walking next to him. He is getting this strange feeling that he needs to do everything in his power to make sure all these Dead or Alive girls make it out of this alive...no pun intended.

And it is not because these chicks are all super hot well endowed ass kicking fantasy paradise fueling women that any boy going through puberty would give their parent's house just to spend a night with and deal with the consequences later.

"Oh yes, I've heard about that Raidou man, how he has done things that even I would say are vile and despicable. If any one's corpse deserves to be buried in the same grave as Donovan's, it is his. Don't worry love, I'm sure you'll get your chance to teach him how to treat women properly." Christie cooed before she began to tug Dante's arm towards her personal black Lamborghini that was brought to them by a teenage valet, said valet ended up becoming too slack jawed and wide eyed to speak the usual greeting of bringing the owner their vehicle when his eyes saw how beautiful the woman that owns the sports car was. "Now come along, since we at the current moment don't seem to have anything to worry about, how about we treat ourselves for the hard work of bringing our boss bitch's sister over here." The contract killer chimed as she sat down into the driver seat, Dante taking shotgun.

Christie was well aware of the reason of the Dante coming with her. It would've been obvious without even being told. How Helena wants to keep her in check, get watched over by someone because she couldn't be trusted to be on her own like a babysitter and Dante was the only one for that job.

However, Christie was a tactician, and a true one can to turn any situation to their advantage. She was still entirely set on charming Helena's loyal vassal to be her official partner and turn him against Helena. Currently they just happen to be working for the same person but when it is no longer convenient for both of them and when the time that she gets layed off comes, Christie intends to take Dante with her. Christie can tell by the way the three of them spoke to each other, her two targets aren't exactly fond of each other either. They see each other as a client and gun for hire. And when Dante's job is done, he would look to go his own separate way.

And this is just another opportunity for her to get closer to Dante and sink her hooks further into him, attempt to drive a wedge between him and the French diva.

And the funny thing about this is that Helena doesn't suspect a single thing about her tempting advances on their handsome american muscle. It is kinda sad enough that she would die without ever feeling the touch of a man, but to be completely oblivious to the possibility of the two of them shagging. Come on, that's what happens when two attractive people are left alone with each other, it is basic biology. The princess needs to get laid bad. Helena could really do with a man herself, get her to loosen up.

Not that she cared at all about the top boss' love life. Soon her life in general will be just as non existent. And the less Helena is suspicious about her methods of persuading the demon in their dysfunctional trio, the better.

On a personal note, she wouldn't admit it but more and more, her male partner has become just a pleasure to be around. He just has that personality that is a joy to play off of.

And there was no denying, the impression that he had left in her when they had got intimate with each other during their flight to Kyoto.

A tiny sliver of her had been apalled; after her failed attempt of killing him, she had hoped she would be able to one-up him in something; her amazing curvy model figure that can make many men bent at their knees combined with her olympic-level flexibility making her capable of maneuvers most women could only dream of performing and most men could only dream of experiencing from their partner. She wanted to be the one who was making him lose his mind, wrest his control from him; not the other way around!

She was left with even more mixed thoughts after that night. On one hand she has found the one man that she has met her match in sex. No man has made her cum like he did. Now her arousal had a new standard where men before would not be able to make her cum. Dante was so good, it was like the stud's dick had overriden her pleasure sensors, reshaping her so only he can please her. All the more reason to wisp him away from Helena.

Of course she will still swing for both teams, getting stimulated by other women is a complete different kind of turn on in of itself that she enjoys too much but that's a complete different thing.

Her body would gladly let it be taken by him without so much as any resistance but her mind though was not ready to accept that he overcame her allure. A mantra that was stubbornly resisting the fact that she lost her head when she was shown first hand that Dante is not like most men. 'He just caught me off guard.' was what she tried to tell herself. And it was true but she completely ignored the fact that she failed to regained her wits, she would just be better prepared next time. This was one area of expertise she was not willing to give up being second best in, the first time was just supposed to be the welcome mat, draw him in, give him a taste for things to come. No pun intended. Do things to him that that frigid Helena would never do. Why did she feel there was a double meaning behind that analogy?

"Hard work? Tch, yeah...you definitely carried half the work load on that one." Dante jabbed with sarcasm.

"I think I've done a reasonable share for my role." Christie pouted. " Besides, you're the demon slayer here, was it not your job to make sure no big bad spawn looked to gobble us up or violate us delicate flowers? Without our consent that is." She added while acting a bit more dramatic with a wink at the end and making Dante roll his eyes.

"If that was the case, then there was no point in you coming. Since there was no regular people to kill, then I could've done this all by myself." Dante teased, lounging in the passenger side of the car.

The assassin slowly turned her head to Dante, giving him a teasing grin. "Ohh, and are you going to pretend that I didn't...take some stress off of you during our flight to Kyoto?"

The demon slayer ignored the question knowing what Christie was referring to and decided not to encourage her and changed the subject without his face showing a reaction. "So what kind of down time did you have in mind of doing?"

"You'll see." Christie answered with a smirk before she turned towards the road. The Lamborghini merges onto the driving lane of the streets and began to pick up speed. In just a second, Christie's car was able to go over the speed limit, the engine revved loudly drowning out other vehicle sounds. Christie swerved left and right speeding past other vehicles, drifting around corners with a finesse that would make Hollywood stunt drivers feel outshined.

Part of Dante didn't like that what ever activity Christie was planning, he had no choice but to tag along, putting him in the backseat role both figurative and literally, even though he was enjoying the fast ride a bit, Christie showing him a few maneuvers he was actually impressed by. Thinking about the question pertaining to their little fling back during their Kyoto flight, he wouldn't admit it but it was a pleasant experience. The British babe was really able to make it great on her end, he ain't denying that, she pulled her weight well. Still a long way from the rush that he gets from fighting his brother. That might be because of his demonic side always seeking for a powerful opponent if his humanity didn't keep it in check but occasionally it has gotten in the mood to satisfy his desire for pleasure from the opposite sex. And right now, Dante can sense the rising heat off of Christie. Her heartbeat increased, and smell some secretion which thanks to his super senses was able to pick up coming from between her legs He can tell her body was looking forward for another bout of a fun night, excited to experience the great release he has granted her. And with the type of woman she is and how there doesn't seem like there is gonna be any interruptions, the night will come down to a Round 2 between them, and he actually wouldn't mind that with her.

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Le Trumilou

Christie closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the pleasant music playing in the restaurant. She liked the place, even though she avoided coming here too much; becoming a creature of habit was an easy way to get assassinated in her line of business.

Still, no one there knew who she was, she had done her job and assessed the place's staff and environment beforehand, she blamed her upbringing for this. Maybe it was unnecessary today, but her paranoia had kept her alive during all those years of being a hitwoman.

So she did what she always did. Planned her escape routes, checked the customers and staff to see if there wasn't any threat.

None of the staff kept up with the Dead or Alive tournaments. She heard some of waiters guessing, trying to decide if she was a model or an actress or simply a rich customer, but they were well-trained enough not to bother her with silly questions. Christie made her reservation under a fake name, paid for a private table. She strapped a gun under the table for rapid access and prepared her anti-poison kit; she has built up an immunity to most common poisons, perks of having connections that have granted access to any resources she needed, but one could never know when a tasty bite could be your last.

Dante looked around the fancy restaurant the two were in. He wasn't expecting a simple dinner to be a sexy international underground secretive hitwoman's way of leisure time after a mission, let alone one fighting demons. At least he knows why Christie decided to wear something more proper than her leather jacket that she leaves open and nothing underneath.

But he was aware that this was no simple dinner since he had a very strong feeling just their cheapest entrée dish cost half of his monthly bills.

The waiter approached the table and gave each of them a menu. Instead of reading hers, Christie already knew what she wanted, she decided to observe Dante. His reaction was exactly how she imagined.

"Jesus Christie, look at how much they are charging for this damn food!" He said shamelessly loud, alarmed. Even if the people around could speak English, he still would've announced his outrage without a care in the world.

Christie almost laughed, when was the last time her "date" had the courage to even imply he couldn't give her anything she would desire? Dante however, wasn't a corrupt politician or a rich business man that she would usually approach when she is on the job, he was a freelance mercenary, hardly someone with the money to eat where they were.

"I don't know French, but I found out the word restaurant is French for restore. So let me get this straight, people are supposed to go to restaurants to get restored." Dante explained with emphasis on restored. "Then why the hell are people willing to pay hundreds of dollars to do that when they can just go to some place where they can just pay ten bucks for it and get the same amount of food?!"

"Well, looking at it that way, then that would just make everybody eating in this restaurant bad with money." Christie shrugged, somewhat agreeing with the logic.

"And wouldn't that include you too since you're the one who picked this place to eat at?" Dante asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It would," Christie answered showing him a credit card, a credit card that had the name DOATEC printed on it. "if Helena wasn't the one paying for it."

Dante's eyebrows rose as he tried to understand what was happening. "Wait, Helena actually decided to give you a credit card?"

The caucasian espionage specialist just simply gave a mock innocent smile. "Well, yes and no." She tapped her chin playfully. "I've told you that I used to work for Helena?"

"Yeah, when you and Helena were actually playing a nice game of cloak and dagger together, you lost." The hired handyman smirked enjoying the very brief look on her face.

"Funny, anyway, I was given a company credit card for expenses and, when my employment was...terminated, I guess she forgot to take it back." Christie smugly said, waving the card in her hand flicking the wrist style.

"And you've been using it since?"

"It'll be our little secret." She whispered, placing her finger on her lips.

"Yeah, that's a likely story, or maybe she is letting you keep it, make you think that you don't know you still have it. Everytime you use it, she knows where you are, and know not to be there, not worried at all how much money you blow since it's not an issue to her at all." Dante countered with a grin.

Christie only shrugged. "I like my story way better." She stuck her tongue out at Dante.

'I gotta keep Lady away from her.' Dante thought, he shivered at the thought of Lady learning ways to drain money from him from the woman sitting across from him. The mercenary tried to look at the menu only to see that it was all written in French. He sighed, "I don't suppose they don't have pizza in this point, do they?"

"Sorry luv, the closest thing to pizza that they have on the menu is their assortment of Pissaladière." Christie answered. "Basically like pizza but on a flat bread, not sure if it will be the same to you."

Dante sighed and slouched in response. "Why couldn't Helena have been Italian instead? I would've had a better chance of finding pizza on the menu if we were in Italy instead. Alright, just get me the Pizzadayleray then, with anything but olives on it." Dante said mispronouncing the French version of pizza.

"Really, are you sure you don't wanna try some authentic French cuisine? Might I recommend the Cassoulet, or how about you try the Blanguette de Veau?" Christie pronounced the dishes with the typical French accent that they would supposed to be. Saying them in English would've sounded too sloppy.

"Overrated, and besides, the only food that touches these lips is pizza...and strawberry sundaes. So just get me the french pizza." The gunslinging swordsman waved off.

Christie just gave a blank look, "Quite an unhealthy diet, how you are able to hold onto such a perfect physique is a wonder to the maximum degree, not that I am complaining of course." Christie eyeing below his face, reminiscing the image of his glorious naked form. "But on a hotter topic that we should address now, tell me" The British bombshell placed her elbows on the table, lacing her fingers together and placing her chin on her connected hands, staring back into his eyes. "are you really the son of Sparda?"

The devil slayer gave a slight pause before exhaling from his mouth. No doubt when that crazy demon cat lady announced his title of the Son of Sparda for anyone that was present in the room including Christie to hear, it was something that was hard to not acknowledge. Why do demons have to have such a big mouth? Some times literally.

Whenever he was asked this by some one that is on to him, he didn't want it to be the only thing he is known for, he try to be his own seperate man, his actions are what defines him, not who his family is.

"Yeah, I am." He reluctantly said, he might as well come clean with it now, Kasumi, Ayane, Helena and those two ninja guys already know, what harm would the assassin knowing do? "I'm sure you don't need me to go over the whole origin story, you've probably heard it plenty of times as a bed time story."

Christie's lips tugged into a small smile. Of course she has heard the story a few times but like almost the entire world, she thought it was only a bedtime story you tell to young naive children with the message that a person's actions is what makes them who they are or some rubbish. But now, after everything she saw as clear as day, there was several things running through her mind at once as she was pondering over the connection between Dante and the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, let alone being his son. "Interesting, it is all making sense now."

His superhuman abilities, his profession, his sheer powers and skills in slaying such creatures of darkness like in the stories. Hearing about it was one thing, but seeing it in action was something else altogether.

Christie was able to get a good view of her current complicated lover during the battle. During the moments where Christie didn't have to worry about the few strays and straggler demons, she as well as Kokoro, Miyako and the other geishas were able to see Dante in action and it was quite a show.

Everyone watching were amazed, not only in his talent in fighting but how he did it in a way that not even the most talented and dedicated directors, fight choreographers and the most athletic actors with all the budget a studio can provide would ever be able to replicate.

Kokoro cheered in excitement like a child watching a magic show, Miyako was left dazed and all the geishas present wanted to be his wife, it was quite amusing to see them hounding at him to take their hands in marriage, each vowing to shower him with never ending love and treat him like a king if he chose her over the other. It wasn't until Christie stepped up to the foreign hero and kissed him fully, press her body up against his, raiding his mouth with her tongue, loudly moaning into his mouth with exaggeration right in front of the japanese entertainers and then announced to the group of maikoes that their white knight in shining armor was already committed to her did they finally backed off as they all awwed in disappointment. The stunt was to be a good reliant friend and help her american partner out of a bind and DEFINATELY not to feed her ego and feel superior over other women.

"That explains how you fought off those overgrown kittens like they were nothing, and now I can see why Helena went through so much effort to seek you out, I wonder, what else does being the son of Sparda make you good at other than fighting and shagging?" The hitwoman asked genuinely curious.

"You mean what my powers are? How many tricks I've got in the bag, see how my pop's blood makes me tick?" The devil hunter crossed his arms.

"If you are afraid I'll sell your little secrets to anyone looking to take you down, I might as well be opening wide a planet sized portal to hell on our world." Christie said. "It wouldn't take an apocalyptic reality check for me to use my best judgment and a little common sense for me to have the feeling if it wasn't for you, Earth would be a never ending festival of doom ten times over by now, wouldn't wanna be sharing an area code with that, would I? Espionage and killing may be my craft and I'm proud of it, but having it bring about the end of the world is where I draw the line." The European seductress sincerely said.

Though Dante knew Christie is easily untrusting, and she made her motive clear as day, but there was an inkling feeling in him that he was becoming a bit fond of the woman that he is on an unofficial date with. They are both weary of eachother, for different reasons, all's fair in love and war would some what be a good way to describe this type of relationship that they have with each right now.

Christie was a lot of things, but right now, Dante is seeing some one who is not trying to pump information out of him but as some one who is walking into his world for the first time, letting an innocence being shown to him in a way that even a woman like her would at the very least be humbled by the things he can do or the things he goes through. Dante considered the question. If he had to be honest with himself, he wouldn't know where to start. And if he went through his long list of strengths and abilities that his heritage has granted him, even the ones he almost never uses down to the T, they would be here for hours, and he is pretty sure Christie is not planning on how this evening is gonna be spent, and neither is himself. "Never been asked that question before." He simply said. "It just makes me the best at what I do babe, and look so badass doing it." He said lightheartedly.

Christie clearly wanted more as she gave Dante an eager look. "Oh come on dear, I already know that much. There has to be more to it than that, aren't mercenaries supposed to be fully aware of their strengths and liabilities?"

"Not when I don't need to since everything that came at me just couldn't measure up to my awesomeness." Dante boasted.

"What if there is an ability that you have that can make our little crusade we are on together a lot more easier?" Christie asked with genuine interest.

"If I just use some power that completely breaks the journey where we can all go back to our happy seperate ways, where would be the fun in that? Trust me, life would be too much like a highschool, chick flick."

Christie stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Before she was going to respond, a waiter came into the private room to take their orders, "Bonsoir mademoiselle, êstes-vous prêts à commander?" (Good evening miss, are you two ready to order?)

Christie turned to the waiter and gave a polite smile. "Oui nous sommes, j'aurai le Coq au Vin et il aura Pissaladière, pas d'olives." (Yes we are, I'll have the Coq au Vin and he'll have the Pissaladieère, no olives.) The English woman ordered in the local language while still retaining her British accent.

"Excellent choix, ce sera tout madame?" (Excellent choice, will that be all madame?) The fancy dressed waiter, wrote down the order on the pad.

"Dante, anything to drink?"

"Beer, strongest they got." Was all the devil hunter said.

"Je prendrai juste un simple verre de merlot et il prenda Les Brasseurs du Gayant..." (I'll just have a simple glass of merlot and he'll have a Las Brasseurs de Gayant...) Christie grinned as she looked towards her company for the tonight. "Bière du Démon." (Beer of the Demon.)

"Oui mademoiselle, tout vous sera apporté quand ce sera prêt." (Yes miss, it shall all be brought to you when it's ready.) The waiter took the orders to the kitchen for the chef to prepare and left the two foreigners alone.

A silent moment occured between the two white haired duo. A thought has occurred to Christie. She couldn't help but wonder, the man she is having dinner with, is the son of the demon thought to be a myth, Sparda. Thinking about it more, to one part in particular, one large piece of the puzzle that made a certain cult in a city/island called Fortuna, refer to him as a God that she found out during her research, the feat of him being able to defeat the massively vast armies of hell all on his own; including it's king, a demon named Mundus. What little info she found out about said demon, it was enough for her to learn that this Mundus was supposed to be the equivalent of Satan, meaning that Sparda has defeated Satan himself, pulling that off, the demon knight would have to have so much raw power that she couldn't even begin to fathom. Christie didn't know what was more shocking to her, the fact that she tried to kill the son of the demonic legend or the fact that she was able to seduce the son of the demonic legend. That realization was able to make Christie feel like she is a 0.25 percent of women in the world and also give the British fighter a gauge in the father and son's power which led her to her next question, "So, being the great Sparda's son, would that mean you are as strong as him?"

Dante never really liked this topic, being as strong as his father was something he never tried to strive for. It would be like he was expected to live up to a standard others have set for him. No one has that right, everything he does, he does it out of his choice, no one else's. "Don't know, don't care. All that mattered to me is being strong enough to send back to hell any and every illegal demon that tries to cross the border into our great proud reality without a passport, also making sure I look awesome doing it."

"Okay, what about that sword then?" Christie asked gesturing the great bastard sword propped on the wall close to them. "I've also read something about devil arms, heard how they are supposed to pack quite a punch. Big enough that if I've ever gotten my hands on one, the world would just have to accept I can do whatever I want if I wanted to."

"Not a chance babe." Dante responded leaning back on his chair. "Human plus devil arm equals last mistake that person ever makes before their soul gets God knows what."

"I see, so that sword is a devil arm, isn't?" Christie questioned scanning the blade up and down. "After our cat fight in Japan, after seeing how effective it was cutting through Marller's hairy pussies like feline butter, I used my handy dandy metal analyzer on your sword while you weren't looking, military grade, latest model, every geologists' wet dream, there is not a metal in the world it couldn't get a read on, whatever metal it scanned, either it does not exist on the periodic table or it's invitation to it got lost in the mail. So, what is so special about it? It has to be an insane devil arm if it is your go to weapon."

"And I thought my jokes are bad, just got a really good connection with this one that's all." Dante shrugged. "I mean it was the last thing my father gave me before I last saw him. I guess he thought this sword fitted me more. Other than that, I don't know why he gave it to me, and he didn't exactly leave me a manual for it so couldn't say what it's made out of or what it is fully capable of." The last part was a half lie. Rebellion was capable of being able to cut down demons who's powers are so vast, any mortal's mind would break trying to understand the scope of that power and not even scratch the surface. But the paranormal investigator still didn't know it's maximum power output, nor does he ever get curious enough to ever examine the demonic blade closely and find out for himself. Not to mention it was also the key to unlocking his demon form that she has seen, and it was by jabbing him straight through with it but Christie or any of the other DOA fighters he has met didn't need to know that either. "Not that I ever needed to find out since this baby has almost never failed me and did what I always needed it to do, and that's chopping up any demon I put on the cutting board into any bite size I want."

"Well, with those answers, that definitely say a lot about you. I guess I'm not gonna be getting a straight forward answer regarding your power." Christie said, with the way Dante talked about his abilities, she has concluded that Dante really doesn't seem to care all about his full potential, he believes he has enough power as is. "But still, now I can see why you follow in your father's footsteps, fighting demons was actually quite exhilarating, maybe I should consider expanding my field into demon hunting myself."

"Heh, you think killing some of the small fry makes you think you're ready for the big leagues like your Ellen Ripley? That's cute. It's easy to think that when you haven't ran into one of the big ones yet, trust me, all that girl boss energy will go right out the window and replaced with a damsel in distress relying on the brave strong male savior to rescue her from danger energy." He quipped with a chuckle.

"Oh believe me sweety, a true professional knows when not to punch above her weight class. Obviously the stronger ones will be left to you since you are our big guns afterall." Christie responded. "Plus, seeing you in action was really, how you yanks say, off the hook, most people would've paid to see that type of performance." She complemented.

'Plus, I wouldn't mind playing the role of the damsel in distress if it is you who's coming to my rescue handsome.' Christie thought. She didn't know why she thought that. She has never found herself in a position similar to being a weak-willed needy bimbo who is always relying on the men around her to rescue her from danger because she is far from that. All her skills and training she had at her disposal, Christie was not a women easily rattled by anything. However, when she laid her eyes on Dante in his demon form, for the first time in her life, it made her completely abandoned her customary cool, calm, collected & sexualizing demeanor in the face of certain death feeling as helpless as most girls too frightened and feeble to defend herself. Terrified beyond words, not only that but also just as confused, her understanding of the fundamentals of reality has been thrown down the drain. And it was the first time any man left that mark on her, and she found out that she enjoyed that feeling way more than she should.

"That's good to hear, you just stay back and watch the master when that happens." Dante smugly said.

Christie huffed. "Hmph, you could at least show some humility to your fellow companions."

"Not my shtick, remember."

Before anything can be said, the waiter returned with their prepared meals, as it was being rolled on a traditional service cart, intricate designed plate covers topped the dishes on the top rack while their drinks were set in the middle.

"Voici votre dîner beaus!" (Here comes your dinner beautifuls!) The waiter merrily said strolling the cart up to the table. "Ton Coq au Vin et ton Merlot." (Your Coq au Vin and your Merlot.) The waiter placed the dish and wine in front of Christie and removes the plate cover, revealing a deep plate that contained chicken that was braised in wine and brandy mixed together with vegetables in a flavorful sauce.

"Et ton Pissaladière monsieur et ton bière." (And you Pissaladière sir and your beer.) Dante's food was similar to the regular pizza he eats everyday expect this one has a thicker base of dough topped with the usual ingredients.

"Bon appétit!" The waiter gave a departing bow before leaving the two diners.

"Gee, thanks fancy pants." Dante sarcastically said. "Does this restaurant have a no tipping policy?" He asked, turning to Christie.

"No, it doesn't." Christie answered, cutting a small piece of chicken with her knife, using proper dining etiquette like anyone should at a fancy restaurant. "Why?"

"Cause the whole idea of tipping is stupid, these food joint owners are too cheap to pay their waiters so they have it fall on the diners if these waiters make a living or not." Dante said. "And they have the nerve to call us selfish if we don't tip."

Christie only gave an amused smile while she chewed on her food. She had to refrain a moan when she tasted the heavenly flavor of the French food. After she swallowed the piece of chicken she responded. "At least you don't have to clean up after yourself." She said as she scooped up as much sauce with her second bite before eating it.

"Tch." Dante then looked at the beer bottle he had Christie ordered, noticed the demon design with the words, 'Beer of the Demon' labeled on it. "Hah, very funny, getting me a demon themed beer, because I'm, you know..." Dante said with slight unamusement.

The assassin attempted to hold back her chuckle. "It's what you wanted dear, strongest beer they got, that one just happened to be it." She shrugged.

"Whatever." Dante answered nonchalantly before taking a swig from the bottle. "Huh, this stuff is heavy, would make a teenage light weight pass out from just one of these."

"Can you get drunk?"

"I can as long as I allow it, what's the point of drinking if you can't get a buzz?"

"It is half the fun, it allows most recreational activities to be enjoyed even more during times of leisure..." Christie said taking a sip of her red wine. "And speaking of leisure," She suddenly had a glint in her eye.

The devil hunter felt a little weight softly press down on his private tool between his legs. Glancing down, he found out it was Christie's smooth delicate barefoot, stroking up and down playfully yet sensually, the ball and heal of it teasing the devil's length slightly pleasantly through the hard fabric of his red pants.

Moving his gaze back at his current associate's face, giving him two flirtatious eyes and a smirk. "You should eat, you'll need the energy." The alluring European spoke in a sultry voice. Instead of taking another small bite of her exquisite meal, she scoops a bit of sauce from the dish with her finger and licks it suggestively.

'At least this European dinner went better than the last one.' Dante thought. He'd admit. His current partner may be regarded as cold and ruthless by almost everyone she has came across but he is most likely the only man she has shown this side of her to. Obviously he knew that she also wanted to control him but it was still nice to see a woman like her is taking the time to enjoy the little things in life even when the possibility of a tragic end was high with what's going on with this whole calm before the storm. Too bad the same couldn't be said with Helena, poor girl is pushing herself too hard.

Dante began eating the French version of pizza. 'It's not bad, it's good. Could still go through my whole life with out ever eating this.' He said in his mind as he started his second slice. The two feasted on their plates, ordering another round of drinks and had conversations about a few past experiences in their personal lives. The swordmastar mentally braced himself for what was to come later tonight.

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Christie's Paris safehouse

The combination of metallic clicks and clunk sounds broke the silence of the dark room before the door was pushed open, allowing an intruding burst of light from the area on the otherside to shine in. Christie, the owner of the tidy cozy apartment sauntered in after she turned the lights on, Dante just two steps behind followed in, noticing that the place was modestly furnished with just the bare essentials one would have inside their home. Kinda like his except Christie's isn't a mess by any stretch of the word. She kept it maintained.

The items that she did have though seemed like they would be found and brought from an exotic catalog, the kinds that you can buy a tiger from.

The furniture that seemed like it was the most expensive was the white chaise lounge couch. Other items included a black lacquered coffee table set near said couch where a remote was sitting on the flat surface that was most likely for the large plasma screen TV hooked on the wall opposite to the couch. 'Patty has always bugged me to get her that thing until she moved in with her mother.' Dante thought refering to the large screen electronic reminiscing some memories.

There was a large window which was to the side of the right side of the sofa with the blinders blocking the view outside.

"How many safehouses do you have?" Dante asked after his eyes did a little once around the room before looking back at his host while she walked ahead of him.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Christie answered glancing back at her guest as she continued to catwalk further into her living room. "Now come, why don't you sit down, keep me company." She sat down on the white sofa elegantly crossing her long lean legs, patting the spot next to her.

The red coated man simply shrugged, walking over to her. Accepting her invite, he sat down on the soft cushion, fanning out his arms on the head of the couch, placing is left ankle on the edge of his right knee, looking quite relaxed which the hostess wanted. Christie was well aware that Dante was not one who could be easily swayed from a woman batting her eyelashes at him but instead when anything happens that does not go against his sense of safety, he just goes with the flow. But the white haired woman was not one who gave up easily. And in some ways, she was actually enjoying the closeness between her and the demon.

"Just to avoid any uncomfortable silence between us, how about I turn up a little tune." Christie said as she grabbed the remote and pressed a button.

A smooth pleasant music began to play in the room the two lounged in. The gorgeous British woman put on a Playlist of mellow french Café music. The music was relaxing, Dante had to admit but this would not be his first choice when it came to his taste in music. He guess she was trying to set the mood.

"So was I the first guy that has earned the right to be in your little crib?" The hunter asked in his laid back tone, his fingers tapping on the top edge of the couch board.

"Mhm," Christie tilted her head and reached over and placed a soft palm on his thigh, gently stroking the firmness of his muscled leg and gazing her steel grey eyes into his blue ones. "Let's just say, you are the first man to have the right to be able to leave this little crib." She answered with a coy smile.

To be honest with himself, the Son of Sparda was just a tiny bit disturbed at how she admitted that so openly. Any normal man would either jump through the window or end up dying a sad little simp. But again, Dante was not most guys. 'These Dead or Alive babes really are something else.' Dante thought. 'Kinda funny how each of them have their own wacky gimmick to them.'

"So that explains why I smell volatile acid." Dante said nonchalantly.

"Oh, don't worry about that, I just use it for...clean up." Christie playfully dismissed though was slightly surprised that her valued guess was able to pick up on that stuff. She figured that being half human must grant him super senses also.

'Well, she wouldn't be the world's greatest assassin if she didn't cover her tracks.' Dante thought. He actually found it both morbid and humorous at the same time how she talked about a cold subject in a cordial manner while the whimsical music is still playing.

"You know, I just remembered." Christie said like she had a light buld light up above her head before she stood up from the couch.

"What, that you left the stove on?" Dante quipped.

The sexy inn keeper gave a humored chuckle. "No, there is something I've been keeping and waited to share it with some one special." She said, throwing another flirtatious smile at him, her voice heavy with her smoky british accent. "I'll be right back, make yourself comfortable." The hostess strutted into the next room and out of sight with a seductive sway of her hips leaving Dante to be the sole occupant of the living room for the current moment.

The human-demon hybrid just sat for a few seconds until he began to contemplate, mostly in particular about the apartment he was in right now. He didn't get to see the inside of the safehouse Christie just so happened to have in Kyoto, but it's gotta have the same set up as this one. Though right now, it may seem like an ordinary apartment, but with the type of woman that Christie is and how she rolls, she definitely had turned this little humble abode into a makeshift base of operations of some sort.

With some secret room that had walls completely covered in monitors, stashes of entire arsenals ranging from pre-stone sharpened combat knives to custom made modifiable handguns, shotguns, machine guns, assault & sniper rifles to even explosives and non lethal items hidden in certain places, most likely in rooms that had no windows.

And if Christie is a woman who is always prepared, she would have either a panic room, or have this studio rigged to blow up if this place ever gets compromised with a quick easy escape plan that will bring her far away enough to disappear like smoke.

Dante could give himself a way to see if his hunch is correct. He could use his demonic power to self actualize the ability to see through items if he wanted to enough. Demons have always been able to manifest powers and abilities just from their desire of wanting it and Dante has used that a couple of times in his life. But he didn't decide to do it as he actually doesn't see why he would need to know.

"Doubt Christie would ever leave this life behind." Dante murmured, creating parallels with how Kasumi was willing to leave her life as a ninja, sever her ties from her clan completely, but it's so she can no longer be hunted by her clan, no longer branded as a runaway, never having to look over her shoulder again, no longer bringing sorrow and pain to her family.

Taking his mind away from that gear and shifting it to something else, he look to see the few magazines laying on the bottom shelf of the coffee table.

Just before he was about to reach for one, he suddenly had the sensation of something next to him watching him. The freelance hunter turned his head to his right and came face to face with a black panther looking like it is in its prime. The two stared at each other, though both seemed to have indifferent facial expressions, Dante was a bit surprised that Christie has a wild animal for a pet. Though it seems to be well house broken. He wonders how this little feline would react to seeing a Shadow that he has fought back in Mallet Island. "Yo, how are you doing?" Dante tried to greet.

The big cat just blinked, as if that will answer Dante's question and just turned away and walked with pitter-pattered foot steps into the next room.

'Okaaaay, not the social type.' Dante thought.

"I'm back." A low husky voice said, carrying across the room over the lounging music. The devil hunter knew it was Christie who walked in, however he wasn't aware of the surprise that was being displayed for him. Turning his head to what he was seeing, he couldn't help but stare at the special treat his hostess has made for him.

There was Christie in front of the doorway, that she disappeared into earlier, standing with one hand on her hip and her other hand holding a metallic round tray like she is serving samples to people at a ball with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses turned upside down as well as a stainless steel corkscrew & bottle opener; and she had a playful and teasing smirk plastered on her face and sinful smoldering eyes.

But what caught Dante's attention the most was the outfit she had on, if it could even be considered an outfit because it covered so little of her tall and curvaceous figure, with the entire complex design being made out of black leather and fishnet fabric that loosely resembles a leotard, exposes her sides, her flat stomach, large portion of her ample chest, her flaring wide hips, and her waxed pubic area. A few thin straps connected certain areas such as two going across her stomach, two in a criss-cross on her chest connecting the well filled bust with the choker like item around her neck. Two zippers were placed right on top of the aureoles of the female assassin's full D-cup breasts, that would fully expose them if they were unzipped.

Along with that she wears a matching pair of thigh-high black latex, fuck me boots, with dark grey soles and three-inch heels and laces going the full length nearly bringing her to Dante's height and thigh high fishnet stockings peeking a few inches further up to the top of her luscious thighs, a little detail that just added to the sexual appeal. And detached leather arm sleeves encasing her arms from her thin wrist all the way to her upper bicep.

Her full lips glistened beneath a layer of red lipstick. It was so vibrant, it put the redest rose to shame and her striking grey eyes were made all the more alluring for having their long curling lashes dubbed with black mascara.

The black leather dominatrix outfit didn't just cling to Christie's hourglass curves just right, greatly accentuating her breasts and hips in the most eye catching lustful way possible, but also the sheen of the black material matched perfectly with her ivory skin tone and white hair, contrasting them out more in an attractive way. Thus a recipe for a dynamite babe was on alert, monochrome has never looked so sexy.

Christie's body was practically made for this 'outfit'. No other girl he has ever known would rock this look better than her, not his fellow demon hunting friends or the other Dead or Alive dames he has crossed paths with as he briefly envisioned each and every one of them donned in the revealing strap outfit, though they all would look damn sexy as well, Christie would still look better in it. To put it bluntly, the gorgeous british killer look more like a V.I.P. high-class escort girl; the kind reserved exclusively for rich businessmen who had all the right connections in the upper echelons of the sex trade.

'Not bad.' Dante commented to himself, his eyes were appreciating Christie's half nude body. As much as the crimson swordsman anticipated Christie's usual conducts and how she will make this night end with another crack at seducing him, he was still pleasantly surprised...

'Either she is trying to up her game at making me bend the knee or I'm just really am special.'

The revealing clad beauty began to walk towards him closing the short distance between then, her hips and breasts were swaying hypnotically.

"Here, this is what I was saving until a there was a special occasion that presented itself." Christie said taking the wine bottle into her other hand and presenting it to her guest of honor. "Malbec, made from the bountiful vineyards in the lush green countryside of France and aged in the traditional oak cask for fifty years. I believe such fine wine such as this should be enjoyed with company. Such a waste to drink it all by my lonesome self like a woman who has hit the wall, care for a taste love?"

Christie acted as if she wanted Dante be more focused on the wine she wanted to share than her body, not even bringing up the fact of her current state of dress. Of course words weren't needed for it. It was blatantly obvious she wanted her current playmate to see her this way, and it was equally obvious that Dante noticed it alright but didn't voice it either.

"Sure, I'll be your drinking buddy. Not often you get to try the real deal instead of those cheap ones from Seven-Eleven." Dante shrugged, who was he to pass up on such an opportunity?

"Excellent." Christie beamed and with that she set to pour the two of them a glass.

Facing away from from the red devil, she leaned forward over the coffee table and placed the set on the surface, since she was standing directly in front of him, the badass protagonist was now being greeted with another beautiful sight.

Merely pretending she was unaware of doing it, the woman that he was on the fence was on a date with was pushing her plump, mostly bare, bubbly ass back right in front of Dante's face, and she was arching her lower back slightly, with her legs spread roughly shoulder width apart. Clearly she was trying to present herself for Dante's salacious inspection while acting oblivious to it and focusing on opening the wine glass with the corkscrew and pouring them their drinks while continuing to subtly push out her ass, acting natural as she was trying to fill Dante's vision with her smooth bouncy ass-flesh as much as possible that was clad in a thong cut panty seat that was in full view, the skimpy underwear like leather tapering down between Christie's heart shaped buttocks, before disappearing without a trace into the crevice of her deep peachy butt crack. The thong seat's slim black straps also looped up and around her flaring hips in a slutty yet undeniably attractive manner.

Pouring the wine glasses took longer than it had any right to be, Christie without a doubt taking her time, fake checking the simple tool to see if it was broken, look like she is analyzing the bottle for an expiration date, trying to to fill the glasses at a VERY specific volume.

'God you really are such a tease, you know that.' Dante thought, finding it hard not to be drawn in by the brazingly eyeful image, mostly due to the fact that even if he turned away, it would still be taking up his peripheral vision and there really wasn't any other thing worth looking at in the room. Thus all he could do was keep staring at the round creamy dessert of an ass while trying to keep a straight face, though deep within, he was actually smirking.

"So is that wine coming any time soon or is serving drinks the one think you aren't very skilled at?" Dante asked aloofely.

"Patience is a virtue darling, just making sure I didn't grab the flamethrower disguised as a wine bottle by mistake." The very provocatively dressed spy responded teasingly without even glancing back at him. Dante can hear the smirk in her voice.

'Tch, typical.' The swordmaster thought. "Whatever you say babe." Dante just simply said with a sign, remaining where he sat, he honestly didn't mind the view; and besides, unlike almost all ordinary strippers, she wasn't planning on having this be the extent of what she was giving, those intentions were smelled all over her.

Christie's feline smile only widened slightly. Right when she was on the verge of deciding she has given her associate a really good treat for his eyes enough, her cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

*Brrring-brrring*

Christie saw the caller I.D. flash saying that it was their current temporary boss Helena calling, though Christie had her labeled as 'Ice Bitch'.

Christie took a deep exaggerated annoyed sign as she hung her head for a mere second before reaching for the device. "Of course she had to call." She muttered. "Sorry love, gotta take this, it's our lovely French corporate lady." She said slightly glancing back at him before she turned her face forward again as she much to her slight chagrin answered the call and placed the phone to her ear. "You've reached your form of death, how may I assist you in severing your life from your pretty little body?" She said in a polite greeter fashion with a cocky smirk, as she leaned forward over the table. Resting her hand on its surface, she arched her lower back and subtly pushed her ass out, continuing to treat her demonic partner to an eyeful of her plump, bubble-butt while pretending to be unaware of doing so.

Dante was well aware of what his unconditional ally had in store for him and the entire time he just decided to play along. He always have had that type of masculine energy that so far has had a response to any wiles of a woman he's come across. However it was always up to him to decide how he goes about it depending on the mood he is in.

Dante can bet on his pizza that at some point this little treatment is gonna go from teasing to pleasing but until then, he felt like he was being treated like a little puppy dog. Being expected to just sit and stay as it's owner is dangling a big juicy steak in front of its nose and that is what's happening with him and the ass that any man would die for being flaunted in his face.

He would like to consider himself a gentleman where it counts, not keep to himself how he would appreciate a work of art like Christie's body but also not let his urges consume him.

But in the end, a man is a man, half-breed or not.

As the old saying goes, push a man too hard and he will push back. He was not going to sit there. 'Ah the hell with it,' Dante said in his mind. 'You drove me into doing this you naughty tease, I'm not a puppy dog babe, I think I've done more than enough to earn this treat of yours.'

"Oh relax Lady Helena, we are just merely enjoying some little R&R, kicking back," Christie was saying in a sassy attitude. "You didn't have any jobs for me and Dante, remember? So why not take the time to treat ourselves? What's the point of victory if you don't take the time to celebrate it?"

Maybe it was the way Christie said it, but Dante couldn't help but sense a double meaning in her words, that ended up being the last push as he decided to break protocol; scooting on the edge of his seat, he just grabbed two handfuls of her smooth bubbly cheeks and squeezed them firmly, sinking his fingers deep into their jello-like surfaces.

The femme fatale tensed for a second before her smile grew more lewdly and mischievous. She held back from chuckling as even though she was well aware of Dante's salacious advance on her plump white peach of an ass, she still remained entirely focused on her phone conversation while remaining bent over in front of her guest of honor. 'I was curious if you were man enough to take what is yours Devilboy.' Christie scandalously thought. She couldn't help but imagine how a certain young british blonde boy would react if he was in Dante's place instead. Let's just say he would more than likely act shy.

"He's great...aww whats wrong, miss him already?...Sorry Helena, I'm afraid Dante can not talk on the phone now, he has his hands full at the moment." Christie bit her lip with a naughty expression, holding the conversation as she was being groped from behind. "I'll let him know you were thinking about him." Christie grinned, enjoying hearing the French billionaire sputter from her playful accusations while treating the man in their terrific trio better than she has.

As Christie spoke, poking fun at the French soprano over the phone, Dante tightened his grip on her supple ass-cheeks. Sinking his fingers deep into their softly muscled surfaces, he pried them apart, spreading Christie's creamy inner ass-cleavage until her glossy pink pussy mound was fully exposed.

'Nice.' Dante thought, trying to keep a straight face, but inside he was SMIRKING all the way, feasting his eyes on the female assassin's smoothly waxed mons and shiny pink anal rim, both of which were peaking out from beneath the seat of the attached thong panties, where the slim strip of leather didn't quite cover them up properly.

With Christie still "distracted" on the phone, he hooked his fingers under the back of her thong and stretched it over to the side of her hips, leaving it wrapped around her thick left ass-cheek. Then he worked his thumbs down between her creamy cheeks and pried them apart again, spreading Christie's round supple glutes wide open, until there was literally nothing left to his imagination. He could see every detail of the hitwoman's flawless peachy ass-cleavage, her lewdly distended asshole, her glistening pink pussy slit. Dante has never gotten a good look at this magnificent derriere during their flight to Japan, Christie kept her front faced towards him the entire time. Now her delectable back side along with her other assets have been fully imprinted in his mind.

"SMACK!" He landed a spank on Christie's ass, causing her densely muscled cheeks to wobble attractively.

A sensual yelp of surprise flew from Christie's throat, finally glancing back and acknowledging her dashing partner, flashing a naughty smile. "Oh nothing Helena, I thought I saw your doppelganger, but it just turned out to be a rat." Christie giggled, weather it's from Dante man handling her luscious behind like an adolescent boy who couldn't control his raging hormones or from Helena's response to the blatant insult was unknown. "Now if you excuse me, as much as I like getting under your skin in both senses, there is an important matter I must return to, ta-ta." With that she hung up and tossed the phone away.

The scantily clad vixen then spontaneously threw a back thrust kick into his solar plexus, pushing him pack onto the backframe of the sofa and keeping her slutty style boot jabbed on him. "I'm flattered that you just couldn't wait to touch me but trying to unwrap your present before Christmas is a no-no." Christie reprimanded like a sultry sleazy mother.

"You were taking forever, and I was getting bored." Dante mirthfully remarked, not at all ashamed of seemingly overstepping boundaries, even if the woman is flaunting her body. "And besides, I thought I've made myself a keeper already, doesn't that mean I get special privileges?" Dante smirked.

"Ufufu, Oh don't worry, it will come. You just have to wait dear, until then..." While keeping her foot pressed on his upper abdominal, Christie shifted herself with a smooth grace to facing Dante and leaned forward, lunging her standing leg forward while bending her knee on the other leg to allow her upper body closer to where their noses are nearly touching, at the same time giving the demon hunter a perfect view of her lush creamy cleavage bulging out generously over the garment's plunging decolletage. "let's get to know each other a little better, shall we." She stroked his cheek alluringly, the syrup in her british voice was heavy.

She pulled back, taking her latex and fishnet encased leg off. "Now then," She slowly turned away from him again, striking another alluring booty pose. She pressed her legs together, stood her upper body straight but bent her knees enough to where her thighs formed an inclined slope, placing her palms on the fishnets peeking above the boot shafts on her thighs and slightly pushed out her delectable booty towards him.

In Dante's vision, the dimensions of Christie's rear end all of a sudden seemed impossible on her thin figure. The heart shaped pale posterior had so much roundness added that made the outline just instantly bleed out of her narrow waist, it just made it look out of place on her isthmus of a slim waist in this pose with his face being this close proximity to it; it's as if her ass was photo shopped, yet it was all natural, her porcelain skin plastered over her glutes was flawlessly smooth, every ass man's dream come true.

"be a good boy and put it back the way you found it." She purred.

Easily picking up what she was referring to, her thong strap still pulled to the side, straining against her fat juicy left ass-cheek, exposing her plump pussy mound and her puckered twinkle star sphincter, secluded deeply between those two tremendous offerings of Christie's tender, voluptuous fleshy cheeks.

'She sure puts the ass in assassin alright.' Dante said in his head before he obliged and spreading her right cheek apart and sliding his fingers underneath the thin leather strip, showing no hesitation on his part, he works to place the seat where it is supposed to be, tugging the black strap down in her deep crack, but due to her closed thighs, it made it a bit difficult to maneuver in between her closely packed thighs, leaving him little choice but to reach around her hip, grab the material over her crotch and tugged it through a bit, creating a slight flossing affect through her neather region while he pressed his thumb on his other hand on top of the narrow butt floss strap behind and pushed it into between her beautifully sculpted globes of jelly until Dante half accidentally touched the area of her perineum, as well as her fleshy labia due to the very thin black strap, feeling a trickle of her sex fluid before casually moving his hands away. "There." was all he said.

Christie actually felt some level of arousal as the demon hunter touched her in such a way, her sex instantly reacted to his touch but maintained her version of composure. It was unknown who got more enjoyment out of the two.

Turning around to face him holding that knowing smile. She resumed the process of serving the wine, glasses filled with the French magenta alcoholic beverage, she took the two glasses off the table, and stood in front of the red demon, without a word, she offered one to the stud slowly, giving a friendly smile.

The red coat mercenary accepted the glass, taking possession of it, he was about to take a sip of the drink that the sexy host wanted to share with him but the stunning half naked beauty slowly sat her nearly bare plump bubble-butt on his lap, making Dante feel the smooth and softness of her ass cheeks through his pants, she brought her right arm around his neck and crossed her near-fully black latex & fishnet clad legs after laying them along the open space on the cushion next to Dante, being careful not not to spill her wine. The hybrid not minding one bit of the affection, at least she sat on him gently this time.

His nose then picked up on a delicious smell. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood and bergamot filled his nostrils. No doubt this perfume was made to help seduce the opposite sex.

Perched on his lap, one slender elegant leg crossed on top of the other, the British vixen gazed into his blue eyes with a soothing smile and raised her glass at face level, "A toast." She proposed in a soft voice.

"Sure, to what should we make this one to?" Dante asked raising his glass up as well.

Christie mildly eyed away in thought for a second, still holding her cup where it is before looking back at the demon in her company for the night. "To our new companionship, and to saving the world together."

It was simple yet held a lot of meaning to it, it can also be interpreted in different ways. Obviously the two weren't looking to settle down any time soon, let alone with someone who lived by different merits from the other (And besides, Dante already has a deal with a certain young auburn haired kunoichi that if he couldn't help her find a way to not be hunted by her clan anymore, they would get married as a last resort so she will no longer be branded as a runaway which already made things complicated. (As mentioned in chapters 12 & 13 in the original story, spoilers) But it wouldn't be fair for her if he went back on it all because this dame opened her legs for him). It is also unknown to them how their "friendship" (with benefits) will proceed moving forward. The infamous world's best mercenary and assassin, Christie actually thought it had a nice ring to it, but she was mentally prepared if the only man she saw herself keeping around would choose to going back to what he does instead of taking up her offer after their business with Helena is concluded.

However, currently they still held a great deal of respect for one another in their lines of work, regardless of their conflicting intentions. That is something very difficult to earn from the white haired duo.

"Sure, I can get behind that." Dante said, 'If only you knew how many times I had to save the world.' He added in his head. Still, he can see there was some endearing sentiment behind her words.

The two had their glasses touch with a clang, Dante had to be very careful on making sure the glass didn't break and spilled it's contents all over them. It would've made Christie wet in the unintended way he had to admit. "Cheers." She said.

The two sipped the magenta liquid from their respective cups. The pleasant high full-body, mildly dry & tanin taste of plum, black cherry, vanilla, tobacco & cocoa infused into a perfectly blended taste filled their taste buds.

It was heavenly, they thought this drink was made from golden fruit. Dante had to admit he was glad the busty assassin saved this one of a kind wine for him. It was as high quality as her.

"So, what exactly happened at Mallet Island?" Christie asked in a relaxed and curious tone as she ran her free hand through his silver locks. "It must've been quite the special occasion to have made you take a business trip there." She took another sip of the premium alcohol.

Dante was in the middle of taking another swig of the fancy wine when she asked that question. He retracted his glass from his mouth to answer, not bothered by Christie playing with his hair, he's had other women touch his hair plenty of times.

"You're better off not knowing." Dante tried to wave off. A series of certain events during his dark and hellish adventure through the seemingly abandoned castle flashed briefly in his mind. He hasn't brought up the story since then. There were very few reasons to pour out the trials and adversities he has faced onto other people, even when it involved his personal vendetta with him. It was with out a doubt one of the biggest moments in his life but had no reason to dwell on it and moved on.

"Dante?"

"Hmm?" Dante looked to lock eyes with Christie who's eyebrows are quirked.

"You blanked out on me there." Christie said. "Must have been pretty serious, considering your standards of serious is a hundred times worse than, well...all if us in the Dead or Alive tournament have and will face in the future combined."

Dante sighned, "Just had a score that I had to settle with...some one there; don't take it the wrong way babe but let's just leave it at that." He drank up the last of his wine.

Christie clearly noticed his tone lacked the insolent swagger she almost always heard from him. She could only imagine what sort of horrors were brewing on that island. All of a sudden the atmosphere felt sullen.

The sexy English woman was trying to show her handsome demonic partner a good time, she reached over to grab the wine bottle from the table and poured more into his glass to which he gave a thankful nod. Refilling her serving as well before setting the bottle back down on the table, rather than press on the matter, she was about to switch gears and try to change the subject before Dante beat her to it.

"And besides, wouldn't wanna give you nightmares from the sort of the sick twisted shit that I came across there, trust me, not even you are thick skinned enough for it." Dante grinned.

"Hmph, surely it can't be worse than the nightmare you have given me after our little tango." Christie replied flatly.

"Nah, that is just a birthday surprise, best case scenario for you, you would end up in a nice little bed and breakfast where the employees are great at therapy, walls are as soft as clouds and white is the new black. You probably won't remember to swallow your spit half the time though."

"What if I had you as my tour guide, would I be alright?" She asked while she undid one of the buttons on Dante's shirt, revealing a small portion of his pectoral, as she batted her eyelashes at him. "Surely, I would. Surely you wouldn't let a lady meet a horrible fate worse than death. And with your power, I would have nothing to worry about."

She said playing the 'men are supposed to protect the women' card but she did it so enticingly.

"Well, you are half right, you might think you are Britain's gift to the world, but most people you know want you dead, for justiable reasons. Only reason I would make sure nothing happens to you would be out of principle, and I admit, I'm not gonna pretend I didn't enjoy the test drive." Dante said before he drank his wine more while lowering his gaze to Christie's generous cleavage for a second. She may not exactly be some one who spends her free time volunteering at the soup kitchen, beautiful or not, she is dangerous, killed without any guilt on multiple occasions as well as pull a Yoshi and Mario just to save herself. 'You might be a crazy lady, sure, but why do I get the feeling if I just left you to die in such a place, I would be giving up on humanity as a whole?' Dante thought.

Christie smiled, "Hmm, feeling's mutual baby." She winked before sipping from her glass again. 'And there will be plenty of more where that came from you handsome devil.' The stunner thought with images of her demonic beau flashing through her head, imagining herself enacting sexual acts on him that most women would not. And believe her, most women will not, sex in real life is not the same as how you see it in porn.

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TIME SKIP

"Oh my, that's all the wine." Christie said pouring the last of it into her glass, the two had managed to finish the whole bottle that had been aging for years while talking about various subjects, on their current conversation, Christie asked about the Devil Hunter his kill count to which Dante simply answered that he lost count.

"Huh, will you look at that." Dante said to the assassin who was still using his lap as a seat. "You wouldn't happen to have another one of these, do you?"

"I'm afraid not sweety, didn't think it would be so good that we would end up wanting more, and this was really hard to get, let's just say it came as a bonus from a job I had about three years ago." Christie said putting the empty bottle near the corner of the table. "Had to one off a corrupt senator, it was in his office, decided to take my time with his journey because he has done things that made him deserved it; after I finished, I noticed the wine just sitting there in his office. Looked too good to go to waste so why not take it? Dead men can't drink, right?" Christie shrugged.

"Anyway, I mean seriously, you'd have to question why random two-bit demon wankers would even consider taking you on after you have slayed countless of them, no matter how much they hate you and your father." Christie chuckled, taking a large sip of her last glass.

"Yup, they see all of their buddies fall like flies and are like, 'Sure the other five hundred guys that have tried might have died but I'm feeling lucky!' That is basically them in a nutshell whenever they try to pull up on me." Dante said, drinking the last of his wine. "At least it gives me some level of fun."

With that, Christie downed the rest of her remaining wine. After that, she eyed Dante with a certain gleam in her eye, it was one that Dante has seen back during their "buisness" trip to Kyoto together. It was a clear sign that she was in the mood to seduce the crimson-clad hunter.

He wondered how many more times he will be seeing it.

"Speaking of fun," Christie said, gently taking Dante's glass and setting both of their's along with the wine bottle on the coffee table. She turned to her fellow white hair, her smirk that she always had. SEX was graven in that look.

Rising up from her makeshift seat she made out of Dante's lap, she stood before him, she leaned down while facing him this time, cupping is chin with her delicate fingers to tilt his chin up to face her. Her smile transitioned into a more caring, nurturing one but any one who has been around society long enough can clearly see her eyes whisper sin.

"Fighting demons, protecting the world, barely getting well compensated for it," Christie spoke in a low seductive tone, she began to slid her hands within Dante's red leather coat, into the sleeve to gently tug his arm out which the dark knight already understanding the idea.

"It must leave so much weight on your shoulders." She slowly ran her hands over his chest, getting more familiar with its shape and hardness.

"It's about time someone helped you relax more, help make your worries just simply go away, when you need them to that is." The white haired femme fatale, repeated the motion with Dante's other arm allowing her to remove his coat entirely, making the muscle of the duo shed a lair of clothing.

"So I have prepared an interesting activity for it."

She set the red leather coat off to the side.

"So now that our little cocktail hour is over, how about you just sit back, relax, and get ready for the big show." She stroked his thighs suggestively, leaning forward to where her breath was tickling his ear. "And then the fun that is the after party." Saying this, she kissed his cheek.

The enticing British woman casualy walked over to a stereo panel she had set up where the TV was, her sensualy thick round cheeks swaying from side to side, each swing making one flaring hip bulge out of the outline of her curvaceous feminine figure making her bubbly glutes roll like globes of jello with such sublime genorosity.

The international contract killer pressed a few buttons on the stereo box, turning it on, setting it to set it to the right sound mode, shuffling through some tunes before picking a certain song, turning the nob to set the volume and pressing play.

[Dead or Alive 4 OST - Becky Baeling: My Grave]

Suddenly music started to play. The instrumental of the song that Christie has chosen contained elements of slow hard metal and rock, the music was heard at a decently loud level in a surround sound system, not too high to the point where they had to yell in each other's ears to be heard, still be able to communicate with no issue.

Christie instantly fell into her exotic dancer persona. Her muscle memory of her "certain" dance move sequences that she has developed in her repertoire has taken the forefront in front of all her other skills that she has crafted to perfection and also took great pride in.

She couldn't help but think back to the last time she dressed in her skin bearing exploitative outfit and passed herself off as a dancer in a gentleman's club. But that time, it was a complete mask, to lure in her target, her prey, appear as eye catching and breath taking as a peacock with nature's most mesmerized color patterns on its feathers only for it to be the last mistake that target and many other men has made. Getting close to this fox is like sticking your hand in a viper's nest and they are already dead before they find that out.

But now, the woman standing in front of Dante wasn't a master assassin who has competed in a tournament against the best fighters in the world on multiple occasions and is on a hit job anymore. Now, she was a feminine woman, a seductress who wanted nothing more than to please her man, charm him into a night he was not going to forget. Be nothing more than entertainment for the handsome and muscular hero.

Still facing away from him, she began her sensual dance, arching her back and shifting her backside in a wide sway from one side to the other as if presenting it like a magician does with a prop, pushing out her thong bisected ass towards him as much as possible. A slight pause, hands remaining gripped on the edge of the TV stand, she slowly shimmys her hips side to side a few times with smooth graceful swings of her pale plump peach shaped posterior before she does a deep squat, slowly rising up, she glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling at him with a lustful smoldering look. Pushing off the TV furniture, she began striding over to the white haired stud lounging on the couch. Her eyes almost inviting him to ravage her like a banquet that can feed a whole village in China all to himself. But not really. Not yet.

Stopping a few feet in front of Dante, the sultry dancer striked a seductive pose, Christie cocked her hip and placed a hand on it, shifting her weight from one long perfectly toned leg to the other, accentuating the feminine curves, she made a gesture with her other hand to come over in a flirtatious manner.

She then held her arms over her head and started rolling her hips, twirling herself around, moving her body in alluring ways like any stripper would when performing a private dance.

Dante simply sat and watched like she wanted him to, drinking in her sublimely curvaceous figure and her sexualizing outfit with his eyes, as she does her provocative dance for his viewing pleasure.

He had to admit though, watching Christie dance for him was a sight to see.

Part of it was because she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Another part was because of the way her body moved, so naturally, as if she had been born dancing, her moves seemed like they were more practiced than thought of on the spot. Also because of the tantalizing revealing outfit that she was dressed in, perfectly matching her voluptuous curves & flawless alabaster skin to a mouth watering effect as she swayed to the music.

But most of all because of how much she was enjoying it.

Christie didn't live an easy life, Dante knew that. He wasn't aware of the details, but he knew enough to realize she was lucky to be alive and even more to still smile and quip. It was a quality she had over Helena.

He did have the sense not to say that to either of them though.

She also had her guard up every day and even when she appeared relax or carefree, Dante knew she wasn't, not really. She was always prepared to fight.

And yet, when she was strip teasing, Dante could see her relaxing. It was subtle, very subtle, and she would be prepared to deal with any threat in the split of a second. But for a few moments, at least for a little bit, Christie was able to dance her worries away while also easing his as well.

Running her hands over her curvaceous figure; her lean legs, her flat and toned abdomen, her ample breasts, her smooth neck as her body snake like grinded to the beat a bit more fiercely. Her feminine side was clearly getting heated up.

Dante can see his dancing hostess was actually getting herself worked up with how she traced her palms over her body in a sensual manner. Every few moments, her fingers would wonder down and lightly rub up and down on the leather covering her womanhood. The scheming killer's head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and he could hear her moaning very softly.

Christie was actually shocked that she hasn't started to up the ante with her risqué show yet and she was already tingling with sensation. This was the first time she has ever danced to pleasure some one but this one particular man that she was putting on a show for, there was just something about him being the one watching her that is making her filled with the urge to tackle him already. But she had enough discipline to keep herself in check.

Unlike almost all the other girls from the tournament, she never felt the worry of making a fool of herself when she exploited herself like this. She always had it in spades in showing off her assets.

But even she still felt some level of stress when she resorted to the element of seduction on men she was unfamiliar with to help her complete her contracts from time to time, but it was just a small amount.

Dante was someone she barely knew when they performed their first intimate act with each other yet deep down, she knew he would be a thousand times better than the usual men she meets on her jobs. His looks alone went a long way for him. Now the more she becomes affectionate with him, the more she forgoes a sense of decency to the point she is not ashamed to 'bare it all' in front of him when they are alone together.

And to make that situation better for her, Dante is completely comfortable with that.

Slinking herself like a cat to the devil hunter, looking down at him like a hot target with both a pleased and smug smile, liking the look on his face, seeing how he is appreciating the free show. She raised her left leg to where she planted the heel of her boot next to his right side, leaning over towards him, she gently played with his hair, showing her passion, her other hand sliding down his shirt covered abdominals and between the lines of the definition until it fell to the area that covered his manhood, grasping his large tool through his red pants, showing her lust.

Feeling his powerful manhood hardening, the very thing that left her helplessly drained of stamina for the first time in her life, it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She trembled from the memory of the experience, how it overcame her senses of control as her breathing became slightly ragged.

She began to slowly stroke the length of it through the fabric as best she could while also soothingly rub his thick soft locks, she licked her lips in a sultry way, losing herself to her feminine urges, the itch to have it inside of her again, battering her until she was nothing but steaming wet jello became intense.

She mentally kicked herself as some of her rationality returned, her little surprise show is not over yet. Not one to leave a job half finished, she still wanted to work him up with her skills as an exotic dancer. And then be the one to rock his world, turn the tables on him.

Taking her hands away and shifting her stance slightly upright, using her flexibility to her advantage in being sexy for her one man audience, keeping her balance perfectly on one leg, she raised her toned thigh to an angle aimed towards the ceiling before she unbent and straightened her leg entirely, her long thin leg wrapped in fishnet and leather pointing up at the ceiling, her slender ballerina ankles going above her head. The slutty dressed European did not seem to be in any discomfort accomplishing this maneuver. Her legs spread far enough apart for a little bit of her second set of lips be exposed.

While keeping it straight, she gracefully lowered her leg down in front, placing it gently on Dante's broad shoulder.

Reaching forward to her ankle, she started tracing her three left middle fingers slowly up her leg until she reached the top of her thigh, her fingers sliding in towards her womanhood enough, pressing down softly on her somewhat covered perineum. She felt a slither of dampness around her core. In a manner that goes a little bit beyond flirting and playful, she scooped up a few milliliters of her natural juice with her pointing finger, a sheen of moistness covered the top portion of her little digit.

With a teasing smirk, she brought her finger down towards the masculine hybrid's lips, tracing her wet pointer on it before pushing it through them, sticking it in his mouth in an intrusive way yet the Devil slaying badass was not bothered at all, allowing the sultry assassin to drag her finger on his tongue, giving him a tiny sample of her sex fluid.

The sweet taste of her secretion may not have been on par with the divine wine she shared but it was still up there. Christie let out a small flirty chuckle.

After the explicit act, she removed her finger from his mouth as well as her foot from his shoulder and stepped back a few steps slightly out of eachother's reach, the strip dancing assassin decides to move on to move on to the next phase of her lapdance.

Christie's lewd grin grew wider for what certain sexually provocative dance she was about to implement into her routine for the first time. She turned herself around a full 180 degrees, and bent her knees deep enough to necessitate a supportive compression of her palms atop her kneecaps and began to do the basic 'twerk', shaking her black leather thong bisected white juicy ass right in front of her dangerous lover.

Christie kept her front and did not falter a single bit in this new move as she engages her hips in an aggressive, up-down flogging whose execution eventually dragged the ample bloat of her buttocks into a fit of perverse bouncing. What was even more enticing was as she was twerking, her cheeks spread apart enough that Dante can see her cornhole peak out from both sides of the tiny black leather strap sitting between her supple white glutes.

Throughout, she stabilized her frame with the hidden musculature of her thighs, and craned her neck backwards to see the "response" that her efforts elicited from her beau, she flashed a dazzling smile at him when his eyes gazed up to see her peering back at him. She gained some satisfactory at seeing the look on his face, He may seem aloof but the British woman can tell he was mesmerized by the way she moved her body so sensually.

To begin with, her display was entirely for him. Since she began to take her strategy into affect, she had to invest some time and effort to determine which part of her body aroused Dante the most. When it became apparent that watching the meat of her ass bounce or even just simply bending over in front of him was particularly effective at engaging him in their sex, she will start to make it a point out of each of their sessions together will have a naughty fit of something involving her perfectly plump booty for him.

Continuing on with her new twerk session that she already approached with atypical energy with it, she was then galvanized by the endearing smirk spread across Dante's face, her instincts as a woman trying to please her man demanded that she makes this particular instance of twerking the best that she could.

At the end of her minutes-long bouncing session, she decided to throw in another form of of the hot dirty dance. She maintained her pose but changed her motion, she started to gyrate her delectable posterior. She rolled her hips, grinding them in a slow rotating fashion. The music playing didn't quite match the tempo with the clockwise winding of her rump but it didn't matter.

Dante still lounging on the couch, watching the captivating dance with much appreciation, his eyes following the flow of the British beauty's white thick booty. Seeing her waist squirm so tantalizingly in synce with her ass as she continues to roll her hips round and round. Watching how she worked her lovely ass, she managed to make her dimension appear bigger than it should every time she pushes her cheeks out towards him during her roll twerk. The devil hunter felt his pants get tigher but was not ashamed of it, it was to be expected when a curvaceous british femme fatale strip danced for your viewing pleasure, moving her luscious curves while dressed in such a demeaning yet sexy outfit in such a provocatice manner, it had an affect on even him. He may be resistant but not immune to a woman's charm.

Christie began to drop slowly, still rolling her sweet thong bisected ass hypnotically in a circular motion until she was in a low squat position that displayed the full supreme power of Christie's ass. Then in a similar manner as from before, she began to shake her ass rapidly, her propped up cheeks wobbling so deliciously, Dante could eat an entire pizza off of it. The male mercenary's eyes watched her booty bounce up and down, mesmerized by the way she moved her body so sensually.

As the white haired vixen spent a few minutes alternating between the rapid shaking to having it pop, each one making the meat of her ass jiggle like jello to bouncing it up and down as if she was riding an imaginary large hard cock, she looked back and smirked at him, giving Dante that famous smug smile she had always been famous for.

'I wonder if she would get turned on from seeing herself work that ass.' Dante wondered.

Christie began to slowly rise from her squat, twerking her ass up until she was back to her full height, concluding the twerk phase of her strip dance. She turned to her eye candy of a target, cat walked the two pace distance between them.

She stopped for a brief moment, giving Dante a racy smile before she turned around and lowered her ass down over his lap, pumping it into his crotch. Dante felt a pleasant surge through his body, feeling her ass grinding against his crotch. His cock was already hard from the little show she had put on, but now it could be felt poking up through the crack of her ass. He let out a very light moan through his closed mouth.

Closing her eyes, Christie was able to pick up his response as well as feel very well his growing metal yet she didn't try to quip, infact has yet to say a word at all so far, not yet at least, there were some words that will need to be said verbally but so far she let her body, her graceful & erotic movements do all the talking.

She slowly curved her lips into a grin though Dante couldn't see with her back turned to him. Placing her hands down onto his solidly muscled thighs, Christie used this position to lean up and grind down into him. Over and over, she slowly worked her thick luscious ass to give him a proper lap dance. The demon hunter's gaze was drawn down towards where her supple butt cheeks grinded up on his manhood. Seeing how his entertainer was creating that puffing affect with her ass that he lets himself get captivated by again with every rock of her hips back and forth.

Every time Christie rubbed up her sweet european derriere through the angle made up of Dante's crotch between his spread thighs, the female assassin's smooth bouncy ass-flesh bulged out on top of them like creamy marshmallow. The way she worked her narrow waist in tandem with her toned booty cheeks, demonstrating her curves to their fullest potential.

Removing her smooth porcelain rump from the handsome devil's lap, she then decided to add in a nice tasteful smack to her ass.

Closing her thighs and positioning herself the same way when she had Dante "fix her modesty", propping her round juicy buttocks in his face again while glancing back at him with her minx smile, once again offering up her ass as an object to be lusted after, she glided her hand up the back of her thigh before winding to land a nice mildly hard spank on her butt cheek, sending ripples flowing across her supple, heart-shaped glutes.

Christie let out a cute flirty giggle. Servicing the Son of Sparda sexually turned out to be a blast. She almost always had been a woman of desire but there was never a man who can match her level of passion until now.

Christie then lifted her latex & fishnet covered legs one at a time over Dante's and planted them on the outside of her fellow copulator's thighs.

Straddling him, Christie lowered her sacred area slowly onto his lap again, raunchyly twirling her hips again like the high value stripper persona she was occasionally.

Having his unconventional ally swirling her lower region onto him, Dante was enjoying this little rendezvous with the snow haired assassin, much to his reluctance. She certainly knows how to treat a man when she has her crazy cold hearted killer mode turned off.

Lady, Trish & Lucia had yet to do something like this for him. Dante wasn't entirely sure if he could see them ever offering to give him a pleasant little dance for him, they are just weird like that.

As for the other Dead or Alive girls, unlike his three demon hunting friends, he had a feeling they would be more down to get a bit freaky like how this English dame is doing right now. Tina without a doubt could be seen giving out free lapdances, especially since she has self proclaimed him as her boyfriend, show him how a playful cowgirl gets down compared to the vixen experience. Kasumi, if they ever do have to get married, it would most likely be done out of being a good caring traditional wife. Show him how much she would care for making him happy through emotional healing & support, bonding, loyalty, kindness & physical affection. Helena, he could tell she has a bit of a burlesque dancer hidden underneath that all business, no nonsense attitude, if Dante agrees with Christie on anything, it's that their rich boss needs to loosen up a bit. Lisa, even though he has met her for only a brief moment, she seems like she would be willing to spice up a relationship with some kinky play latina style. Kokoro, same with Kasumi to some degree, but the little japanese teen still has that child innocence that he'd hate to see compromise from being exposed to A.O. activities, Helena & Miyako are gonna need to make sure Kokoro and Chrsitie aren't left alone in a room together. Ayane...yeah she might actually be the exception. Sure she is hot like the rest of them but he'd rather not even try to picture her doing something like this, mostly because...well, she is still a jailbait, God would post nut clarity hit him hard if he ended up crossing that line on his end during that little scandalous incident with her; among several other reasons.

At the end of Christie's minutes long erotic reverse straddle grinding session, she came to a stop. Christie pushed herself back into an upright standing position and turned around to face Dante's couch spread frame. This done, she inched her way forward, her naughty smirk plastered on her face, and once again plopped down her round plump asscheeks on his lap, while this time facing her lover man/demon.

At last Christie was looking back into Dante's face, she moved her hands down to the black leather bust of her slutty outfit, pinching both of the little zippers over each of her tits. Giving the demon hunter a smirk as she unzipped the bra like area, allowing her two full, creamy, teardrop-shaped melons to spill free from their leathery confines. Once again Dante was given a full view of Christie's huge breasts that were still perfectly proportioned to her slender physique - sporting light pink nipples with smooth, puffy aureoles almost two inches in diameter. Beads of sweat had formed in her deep cleavage valley.

For the Devil Hunter, he absolutely did not shy away from drinking in the bountiful fleshy mounds with his eyes since the European beauty intended him to do so and saw no reason in turning down the invitation to gaze.

With Christie's breasts in full sight now, she took it a step further at utilizing her exposed mammaries by grabbing Dante's hands and bringing them up to have his gun callous palms push down over them. She let out a moan, still pumping her ass down into his lap as her nipples hardened up from beneath his palms. Chrsitie leaned down, pushing her lips to his for a soft little kiss. Each time she would grind her ass into him, she would lean back down and plant a soft kiss on his lips. Dante continued to squeeze her bare tits, listening to her moan with the passing seconds. He soon realized that she was moving her body in a pattern. Grinding down before kissing him, repeating the motion over and over. As he looked up into her eyes, the killer babe spoke for the first time since she started her show just for him.

"You like this, don't you sugar pie? Don't lie and say you don't. I can feel your big~ mighty~ woman slaying~ johnson poking right up into my crack. It's so fucking hard, I, can feel it." The seductress moaned out loud, grinding hard and long as if trying to dry hump the handsome devil, get him to climax through his pants but at the same time, she was working herself up more and more as she continues to have her way with the heroic demon.

'Not as hard as I'm gonna be if you keep this up.'' Was what Dante wanted to say to the vixen on his lap and would have if he hadn't bitten his tongue to shup up. "You might be liking this more, all I did was sit here and just started to feel you up and you are already feel like giving in and losing your self control while you on the other hand are trying every trick in the book to get under my skin." Was what Dante said instead though he had to fight down a moan feeling the soft meat of her ass and thighs rub vigorously on his crotch, he suddenly gulped. The way her hips were going in circles over his. He felt all his blood rush to his groin. "And I'm still sane." Though deep down, his demon side was telling him to rip off her panties, pull off his pants, and fuck her into oblivion. His human side was slowly starting to agree but he still kept his cool.

"Oh sweety, I'm just getting started." The curvaceous stripper said with lust filled eyes. She took Dante's head by the back and pushed his face right in between her big luscious breasts. The world class assassin melted slightly from the contact, sighing and heaving her chest to drive the hunter's face further into her mounds.

Dante's senses were assaulted with the aroma of her fresh skin, sweet perspiration and intoxicating perfume. There was only one woman he has known in the world that smelled this wonderful, but this woman can never be as kind and compassionate as her, so far the only girl that can compare in that department is Kasumi. Shaking himself from the memory and returning his focus on the sets of the jiggling soft fun bags that he is pressed in between.

Suddenly pulling his face free from her bosom allowing the mercenary to regain some air though she doesn't know that Dante doesn't really need to breath, he just likes being dramatic. Tilting his head up to meet her gaze, looking at him with predatory eyes and a husky smirk, Christie shoved Dante's face back into her rack, this time she shook her big tits side to side, shimmying her great canons that she was blessed with, making her lucky partner motorboat her diamond jewels.

The She Quan master moaned as she closed her eyes from this kind of contact. Even though she was the one enabling it, the turncoat's arousal skyrocketed to it's boiling point. Her urges could no longer be controlled. Christie couldn't help it. The lapdance was turning her on. She didn't mind at all if her eyes gave her needs away to her special guest. She took his face out of her busty chest and looked at his eyes, he had the 'typical male lust' look on his face but for some reason it made him look really hot.

Christie felt her stomach drop and vaginal muscles pulse. The look he was giving her was equivalent to a serious eye-fuck and that alone would've made her wet almost instantly. Then Dante spoke up. "You want me to touch you?" He asked in a low voice. Dante's hand was slowly massaging her breast. It was so light that she didn't notice until at that moment.

"Oh god..." Was all she could say.

Dante chuckled a bit. "God got nothing to do with this baby. Now answer my question...do you want me to touch you?" His other hand was now on her waist and was slowly moving it up and down. He knows what she's doing so he can play games too.

Christie was at a loss for words. She was supposed to be the seductress. Everything any straight man's (and women) heart desired and more...at his own risk.

And here was Dante...turning the tables on her once again. It was like his mojo was overpowering hers. And to the femme fatale's displeasure, it was working.

But she couldn't help but succumb to the will of this devilishly handsome yankee. The music playing from the speakers seemed to dim down as she was focused on him touching her. His hand was rough all of a sudden.

Christie locked eyes with Dante's. Once again deep grey met icy blue and Christie fell into the spell of his sharp gaze.

Christie couldn't keep fighting her urges. Fuck pride and dignity, she might as well make it worth it with this night of fun in the sheets tonight. Not thinking, only feeling, as quick as lightning, Christie leaned forward and kissed him, this time Dante was ready to respond and kissed back almost immediately.

Oh sweet relief! His kiss was demanding and rough and thank Jesus it was just how Christie wanted it now.

Dante began to lose himself in his desires as well. Dante has gotten lapdances from the dancers at the love planet before but none of them were able to give him a boner like Christie has. Christie gave great lapdances, she definitely knew how to work her body, especially her ass. She had junk in the trunk and knew how to use it. He couldn't deny enjoying seeing her pop it up and down. 'She sure puts both asses in assassin.' He mentally said. It made him excited for another night of hot sex.

Christie's hands quickly shot up to grasp his head, her fingers sliding through the soft white hair easily. Encouraged by her hands in his hair, Dante ran his tongue along her lower lip. Christie got the hint and parted her lips only for them to be penetrated by a skilled tongue instantly being dominated by his mouth. The taste of the premium wine that they shared together and an undeniable maleness filled her mouth.

The sudden memory of him showing her how much of a man he is and fucking her with that heavy weapon between his legs has made Christie's already wet pussy pulse.

It was now time for the after party. The music had ended during their lustful make out session. Christie slid down off of his lap to kneel in between his thighs. But before she moved south, she bunched a bit of his shirt into her fist, clenching it slightly. "This shirt better be bloody gone by the time I come back up." And dropped down.

Without getting approval from her partner in bed, she began to undo his belt, pulling the leather strap from the loops and throwing it to the side before moving on to unzipping his red pants and pulling them down enough to free that hot, hard piece that made her shiver and heart pound in excitement.

His cock shot proudly from his body and it looked so inviting. "Hello demon." Christie grinned as she wrapped her soft hand around the sheft, showing an open eagerness at how she gets to have another go at handling this cock that has put her down into a submissive state. Such a feat that seemed as difficult as matching her hand to hand skills.

"And to think, you get to shag a beautiful model that treats you like a king and get paid to do it, doesn't that sound like a win-win darling?" Christie asks with a sly smile, letting her hand stroke over his cock for a moment while she eyed him up. "Can you imagine how many men would give their entire lives to be in such a deal? You aren't gonna turn that down, are you?" She said in a seductive tone, staring up at the man she was jerking off with her hand.

"Well, in the sense of 'giving their lives', you didn't tell them that was what they were giving to spend a night with you, did you? That would just be a rip off." Dante said, grinning back at her.

"Guilty." Christie simply said, giving another pump over his whole long length as her eyes again locked onto the biggest cock she's ever seen in her life. "Now enough talk, I need to focus. Gotta be at the top of my game for this job." The snow haired purred as she gazed over his length. Her hands stroked away at those fat inches a couple of times before she settled down to grip him at the base.

Looking up, she leaned forward closer so she can start to swat her tongue against the crown of his member. "Though I expect that you intend to make this one last longer than before and give just as much back, if not more, I'm the one who paid for dinner afterall." She said with a giggle, giving another lick over the very tip of him before her hands stroked over his whole size.

Giving a playful huff, the hunter in red didn't argue against that logic. "Fine, that's fair enough."

Back holding the base, now her gorgeous face leaned in closer, her mouth opening wide as she sank downward onto him. Not just down, but already taking plenty of his inches inside herself, groaning as her lips stretched around this fat rod.

The lucky, certainly in terms of getting to have sex with this busty beauty, man moaned as he got to experience her mouth around his tool again. A soothing blend of warmth and dampness coming from that oral hole. The sight of her pretty face down on his manhood was hot enough to make any red blooded man moan out. Obviously she wasn't going to leave it at just that though, already lifting herself back upwards towards the head. "Ahhhhh...Fuck yeah, suck that cock baby." Dante added between his sighs of pleasure, his words surprisingly dirty considering how semi-unusual these circumstances are to say the least. No one can blame him for getting into with the stunning British femme fatale on her knees sucking his big cock. Her mouth smoothly running up and down over the upper portion of his shaft, muffling her own organs as she works here mouth skillfully over his length.

"Mmmmmphhh! Mmmmm... Hmmmm mmmmphhhh..." Christie groaned, her eyes locked upward at the man that has attracted her the most as well as temp. For now her focus was servicing this massive rod with her mouth. Bobbing along at a steady pace that was making her hair fall out of place from time to time. Showing experience in dishing out oral sex, she lifted her hand up to brush those strands back behind her ear. Never missing a beat as she smoothly slurped over his shaft. "Mmmmm...Mmmmmphhh!" Despite this being the biggest size of cock she's ever seen before, she's eager to take as much of him inside her mouth as she can. Gradually sliding down her lips further down towards her hand that's holding him in place by the base.

"MMMM! Ahhhh fuck! You're really bringing it this time babe! Mmmmm..." The powerful warrior moans, staring down in pleasure and awe as more of his fat, meaty inches were vanishing in her mouth as the curvaceous stunner works him over again and again. Her saliva now dripping down her fingers and towards his balls from the repeated motion. "Mmmmm...Fuck yeah... Ahhhhh FUCK...fucking suck it! MMMM..." Dante grunts the encouragement to the white haired woman as she stuffs his manhood deeply into her mouth and now beyond, more saliva splattering over him when she lets out a gag. He's got no plans on making her stop this time, so if she wants to choke herself on his dick like a cheap whore? He'll gladly let her, and take all the feelings around his prick as another bonus aside from the wine and lapdance.

"HHHLLLKKK! HAHHHHH... MMMMMPHHHHH GAAAAAHHHHH..." The woman once working for Donovan gagged out nastily as she pushed her mouth far deeply down onto his fat shaft than she can actually handle. Acting lustfully she's refusing to stop, even as her eyes are starting to water up. So she continues bobbing away onto him, not even bothering to push her hair back as both hands now grip onto the thighs of the man she's assisting in "relaxing."

Just as Christie was approaching being able to deep-throat him, with a final raspy gag as she has to pull off from him with a loud gasp. "Fuck!" She exclaims as she catches her breath. "My... I know I made the right choice sighning up for your corporate war fiasco..." Christie adds with a grin, shifting back so she can stand up. Even with her previous discomfort from her choking, she's still ready for more action.

"We're just getting started sweety, let's see if you haven't wasted all that energy on that blowjob." Dante said, shedding his shirt and threw it, landing perfectly hung on a backrest of a chair. He was still taken back by how she deep throated him for so long.

"Trust me darling, this time, you are gonna need to stay on your toes." Christie smirks, undoing the choker like device of her outfit, removing it entirely which caused the bust to fall loose, letting her large, rounded breast bounce free infront of the devil hunter.

Casting the leather straps to the side, the slutty dressed hitwoman dropped down on her knees in between his thighs again. Positioning herself between Dante's legs again, Christie moved her body up until his member was against her chest, positioned in between her breasts. With her hands, she pressed the two ample mounds together, sandwiching his manhood between them. Christie heard a low groan from Dante, and she smiled as she began to move herself up and down, letting her breasts go up and down the length of the half demon's organ and stimulate the sensitive nerves collected within.

From his laid back position, Dante felt his mind start to spin. He sighed with pleasure as his veiny penis was rubbed all the way down between Christie's boobs, becoming enveloped in her warm bouncy cleavage on all sides. He couldn't help himself, started rolling his hips against the female assassin's chest, fucking her cleavage with short, shuddering thrusts while she continued to tenderly service the demonic swordsman with this sinful play.

Dante knew that the British stunner was quite adventurous in bed but even now, she still managed to blow his mind. Truth be told, he had always wanted to do the sex act of a woman with a nice set of melons giving him a titjob, but he had not been sure how to mention it to some woman that he just pumped and dumped. Of course with Chrsitie, given her liberal attitude to their sexual escapades he probably didn't need to worry. Now she had gone and done it for him and she was quite into it herself, not showing any signs of displeasure. Instead, as Chrsitie continued to move her breasts practically bouncing up and down his manhood, he simply leaned back slightly and relished the sheer ecstasy of the sensation.

Chrsitie could not help but smile as she beheld the reactions her movements were giving to her lover. She had actually known that he was willing to experiment with a titjob. What man wouldn't? Especially from a woman with as quality as her. And with a man like Dante, no introduction is needed, she was more than willing to accommodate.

"Hmm, seems like somebody is starting to feel quite relaxed," Christie smiled up at him. "What do you think, baby? Is this making you forget all about your troubles? Is this washing all of the negative feelings away?" She cupped her palms around her creamy side-boobs and pressed them firmly together around Dante's shaft, providing him with a soft, luxurious valley of cleavage to get stroked by.

"Aw yeah babe," Dante sighed. "This is making me feel...a lot better."

"I bet it is," Christie smirked.

She juggled her cleavage up and down around the legendary demon slayer's large member, polishing his taut cock helmet deliciously between her warm, bouncy melons. "I think you'll find darling, as we continue to work together, that I can be a very dedicated partner. I know all about the kind of stresses that men need relief from in combat situations. But we all know those wouldn't hold a candle to what you face. Calling it macho wouldn't do you justice at all. For that, I will be here to service you any time, any where; even in public, shamelessly in front of random bystanders. It will be my job that you always stay nice and relaxed after a hard day of hunting demons. I will go to the ends of the Earth to please you, never waste your time with any teasing and foreplay rubbish." She peered up at Dante seductively, her grey eyes glinting like platinum. "I'm all yours Dante. We'll be working together exclusively. And you'll be getting all of my attention whenever we're out on the field together." The busty professional killer sweet talked to her high value guest, pumping his fleshy pipe with her sumptuous melons at a moderate tempo, not going too fast or slow.

"MMMM! Getting a little...ahead of yourself...babe MMM!" Dante groans out, smirking down at her in return. "Isn't this-Ahh, supposed to be just casual sex?" Dante moaned, it was hard to fight down giving in to the delightful feeling from the soft flesh of her tits assaulting his long hard member.

"Oh luv, casual sex can take as many different forms as there are people who want to have it. Even the best sex you've ever had can come from it." Christie replied to her sexual partner as she gradually started to slow her rate of pumps with her breasts.

"Heh, point taken."

"Of course, now..." She stood and turned herself around, posing once again, arching her lower spine, once again mooning the dashing devil with her healthy pale shaded, well-rounded glutes, having her ass leveled with his face. "...you can unwrap your gift."

Dante started to reach for the great british treasure, easily knowing what Christie meant. But once his hands made contact with the soft meat of her cheeks, Christie seized his arms, stopping him.

"Wait" She purred. " Without using your hands this time." Christie peered over her shoulder, grinning.

The devil hunter raised an eyebrow, a small smirk came to his face. Fixing his gaze specifically on the thong like leather bisecting her bubble ass. In the position that they were both in, taking off the small naughty shimmering seat hidden deep in the snow white valley of her butt crack without using his hands like he did before.

That simply left Dante one thing for him to use. He stared for a minute before shrugging, rather than react with a hesitant nervousness, he kept his cool and leaned with his head in for the less "appropriate" method (if this activity even had any amount of appropriateness to begin with) and began to push his face into the sensational paradise crevice of Christie's smooth supple ass-flesh.

As he dug himself in deeper, Dante immediately became aware of the feeling of Christie's firm tushy on his face. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and her untanned inner ass-cleavage was as pristine as driven snow. The son of Sparda was actually enjoying the feel of her silky smooth and taut feminine muscle tone as her flesh bulged around his face. Dante sunked his head in until he reached the little leather strap that barely covered her sacred area. Christie moaned as Dante's breath warmed her most private areas. Dante inhaled more assmusk than air though it wasn't an unpleasant scent by far. Dante's assessment of being able to eat pizza off of it was proven correct.

Dante decided to thrust his tongue and started slathering it around in between the velvet ass cheeks. It didn't take long for his wet soft muscle to slide underneath between the seat of her panties and the area just below her pouty asshole, making the captivating assassin's breath hitch in response before she bit her lip and chuckled. "You naughty boy." She swooned.

Dante still focused on the "task" at hand, lifted the straining leather with his wet muscle, the scent of Christie's warm exotic natural fragrance pressed up into his mouth and the flavor on both her nether regions and the tiny skimpy fabric invading his taste buds like intoxicating pheromones made his head spin and balls throb but he endured on and brought the butt flossing leather into his teeth and yanked back.

Snap!

Dante was able to pull back hard, fast & precise enough to tear off the thong that (barely) covered her modesty. It took about two seconds for the assassin to register that her womanhood is now bare.

Looking back to see her sexual partner sitting back with a grin as he had one end of the torn panties pinched between his forefinger and thumb, spinning it playfully.

"I'm impressed, didn't think you'd be able to find your way out." Christie teased as Dante cased the the string thong aside. Now that the beautiful british DOA fighter has both her full D-cup breats and her glistening pink pussy nude, still donned in most of her bondage like outfit that still encasing most of her back, parts of her stomach, arms and legs, she climbs up onto his lap, ready for the fucking that her body was craving now. "Now I believe it's about time we get to the real show." She said huskily and leaned her head down to claim his lips, her tongue plunging into his mouth, moaning as he kissed back, their tongues tangoing together, and with no underwear on downstairs this time, grinds her pussy, already a little moist against his big size.

Moaning herself from the teasing motion and the aggressive make out session, Christie reaches down and blindly lines his member up with her entrance, hissing when his bell-end presses into her folds. Then with a firm push down, they both loudly and clearly groan out as she takes him up inside herself. Once again getting to feel just how fat and long that shaft is as his inches rush into her twat. While Dante once again gets to feel how pleasurably tight her pussy walls are all around his demon blood-enhanced cock.

"UHHHH! OH FUCK! MMMMM..." Now it's Christie's turn to gasp and groan, eyes full of lust as she stares down at the american hunk she's sitting in the lap of. Only for a moment though, as she soon gets to work as she shifts forward and then straight back, moaning again as she takes his dick deeper into her snatch before lifting back upward. "Oh SHIT! MMMM... Still can't believe... Ahhhhh! a cock like this... MMMM! exist..." She says between moans. In impressively quick time, displaying that she's no stranger to proper fucking and how much she wants more of that insane level of pleasure that she was able to get from Dante, she's established a rhythm to work over his cock with her sex box. The smack of her curvy body meeting his is now sounding out each time she lets her weight drop down and stuff his member up into her wet and snug pussy.

"MMMM! FUCK! Y-you were missing this... AHHHH... already, weren't you?" The man getting this red hot ride questions. It's certainly feeling VERY pleasant for him as well, all that teasing and foreplay along with the buzz had built up his drive for some release. Add in the fact the woman bouncing away on his dick is one of the most beautiful women in the world? Though his sense of clairvoyance is well aware that the more he sleeps with any of these DOA girls, the more drama will pile on. But that is a problem for future Dante as he moans out with every motion Christie delivers onto his rod. "MMMM... Fuck! You really wanted my cock again that bad... MMMM!" His words trail off again as he finds himself staring at her large, jiggling tits just in front of his face. With every bounce she gives, her breasts shake in time with the motion of the rest of her gorgeous body. A visual treat stacked on top of the sexy black outfit she still has on and seeing his cock being taken in and out of her tightness, it was a show that beats any porno he has seen. From his moans, he can clearly feel it and is loving every moment of it.

"MMMMM... Glad my ass isn't the only thing that can draw your attention." The white haired bombshell giggles before letting out another moan, her sexy smile showing she knows how attention grabbing her big breasts are. With him preoccupied by staring and groaning, it leaves her to happily do the work as she lifts and lowers that wonderful body sharply along his length. "AHHH... At least you... MMMMM... take a fucking hint and didn't turn down a fucking... MMMM FUCK! open offer..." She says, sounding a bit bitter about a past experience it seems. However as she now drops her snatch all the way down onto his crotch to take every inch inside, the pleasure is what she's more focused on. With the way she's energetically riding his dick and moaning away? She would've either left that boy for this beast of a man or cuckold him in whatever way she chooses.

"MMMMM... Were you talking about that.. OH SHIT MMM... boy you mentioned earlier?! Who was he?!" Dante groans out the question, but again his attention is still on her massive, rounded mounds as his head is even nodding in time with how her chest bounces. Though the bouncing white haired woman didn't care as she was too driven to cum on his grand cock and didn't want the rapid rate of orgasmic pleasure to cease surging through her. She smoothly runs her slick folds back and forth over his big length, still nice and tight even with his vast size. It's clear the former enforcer of Donovan has enjoyed sinful encounters before this one, which is by far the dirtiest of them all to date.

"MMMMM... Oh obviously no one you need to concern yourself about. Just a boy that missed his chance at this point..." Christie smirks as she locks eyes with the man she is trying to form a permanent partnership with. "But enough about him...you are my only lover now darling..." Christie started to pick up speed, she is just merely trying to warm up in the current position but the pleasure of riding the hunky well-endowed demon beneath her was too much to control herself, stroking his long meat with her wet velvet soft walls at a more horny ferocious ride. Her body's sexually aggresive movements began to rock the couch they were on, the backboard frame of the expensive furniture banging on the wall it was propped against & the base frame creaking each time she bottomed out on Dante's cock as the horny british was already wanting to climax more than preserve some miniscule level of restraint. "HAHH FUCK! HAH YEAH! HAH... HAHHHHH... HAHHHHHHH!" What was supposed to be an opening act wound up being much more because after a couple of minutes riding her muscular lover's cock, Christie groaned and shook on his groin as she came hard around his cheek slaying sword. It was obvious she was getting too sensitive, it was kinda hard not to, even when she knew first hand how much Dante raised the bar in bed and tried to be mentally prepared for it... key word, tried. Bringing herself to a stop, she grinds her snatch down against his cock for a moment to make them both groan out. Dante looked into the eyes of his unconventional ally and noticed that she already looked dazed just from that first orgasm. And Dante was very well aware she didn't want it to be the only one for the night. She quickly dismounting him to begin giving him oral pleasure again. But this time, instead of getting down on her knees again, she bent over to bring her mouth down to his long shaft. With the added height from her high heel latex boots, she had to lower herself enough that her ass was thrusted high up in the air behind herself, from Dante's point of view, her twin peaks made from her juicy cheeks created the alluring shape of a plump, thick heart.

Now marinated in her sex juices, still looking up into his face, his hardness held in her right hand, Christie locked eye contact as she pushed the head of his long shaft between her lips. Dante took a deep breath, moaning as she slid her lips up and down while sucking on the first few inches. She pushed her right hand down to the base, still gripping it firmly as she worked her lips up and down, moaning in delight as she tasted the perfect blend Dante's savory sausage and her sweet vaginal fluids, almost as good as the Coq au Vin that she ordered at the restaurant. Slathering the hard fleshy sword with her tongue, she made sure to taste every inch up while sucking his thick meat pole, indulging in the heat of lust while she's in her afterglow period from the orgasm the sexy assassin got from riding his cock hard. Bringing her lips up, she released his cock with a loud popping noise.

"I'm starting to think you're caring more about satisfying your own needs than mine." Dante said.

"Would that really matter luv?" Christie shrugged, "There still needs to be some give and take." She pumped his large organ with her hand, ensuring it is still hard and ready for more pleasure. "You still gotta worry about my desires, make sure to keep me satisfied when I am in need of some love making." Christie cooed. The british model rose up and spun around to put her back towards him, setting her boot clad feet and legs apart wider over his manspread legs and onto the floor, there was no way in hell that she was going to stop after one orgasm when she knew Dante was good for several rounds in a single night. Normally if it was Dante, her and another woman, she would have no problem sharing the load but since it was just the two of them, she gets greedy and tries to get him to pump out as much release out of her as possible.

Needing that magnificent cock back inside of her, gripping his shaft so she can align her opening right above the tip. She looked back over her shoulder at Dante and grinned at him. "Now you just stay right there and let me keep having my way with you."

Wiggling her hips around, Christie dropped down and took the entirety of his cock inside of her again. The cold beauty moaned as she threw her head back. She put her hands behind on his upper abs for balance before she immediately began to ride the devil's cock, her hot, wet womanhood gripping him, cocking the dangerous gun like she does with any she is able to handle.

It was a rare direction of being able to cut loose and go wild whenever she was with other men before mostly due to them not holding out long enough for her and came too quickly so she had to control her motions. But with Dante, she didn't have to worry about holding back, being able to bounce at greater speeds than usual, knowing that the crimson mercenary can take it. Dante had tremendous will power and self-restraint when he needed it. She could hear her ass smacking down against his flesh every time that she dropped down, keeping him pinned down on the couch and gave her new and best lover a hard and fast fucking.

"Mmmmm! I could actually... Mmmm! Get use to this." Dante groaned as he watched her ride smoothly on his member. Loving the tight and wet feeling all around his cock. Knowing himself he'd made a double edge decision allowing himself to receive affection from his reluctant harem of the Dead or Alive women wether it is physical or emotional. Enjoying the perks of having good looks and the power of his father in rare cases such as now as he is letting her do all the work. Watching her frame rise and fall as she worked off his member with that sinful eagerness that he certainly approved of. Getting a great view of her soft round derriere mashing and jiggle on him in time with the motion of her stunning body as he gazed across.

"HAHH!" 'CLOP!CLOP! CLOP!' "HAHHH YEAHH!" 'CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!' "OH GOD YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" 'CLOP! CLOP!' "AHH!" 'CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!' Christie rode with so much lust and pleasure that she lost her sense of control mentally, reverting to her deep primal urges and mindlessly screaming and swearing as she rode his member. Her eyes narrowing with desire as she took his stiffness in and out of her wet snatch at a fast and vicious pace. Her short white hair swaying with the motion as she worked her pussy all the way down his rod each time she let gravity aid with pleasing and pleasuring her new beau. "AHHHHH FUCK YEAH!... as if ... MMMM... any woman... MMMM... has ever treated you OOOOOH MMM... as well as this, like a king!" She said with a huge open-mouthed smile and an obsessive look in her eyes, imaging the crossroad moment where Dante chooses her and Helena having a betrayed look that she would've loved to see. That image of taking away her secret weapon to be with her instead turned her on just as much as the feeling itself of her snatch being filled up far more than she's ever felt before in all her days.

"Ha! Says the girl that tried to kill me... MMMM!" The reluctant protector of humanity said before he cut himself off with a groan. Watching this already willing and seemingly submissive beauty acting like such a wild whore on his cock. Her bounces quickening as the slapping sound of her crotch connecting off of his ringing out alongside their moans. "At least you're the first girl to make up for it with sex... Ahhhhhh! And you bring a lot to the table!" He said with a chuckle, finding the idea of the woman bouncing away on his dick without any shame also being handy in a lot of different areas quite amusing. If it serves to keep her giving him this kind of great pleasure, then it's an easy price to pay to ensure he gets the best out of this sin-craving stunner and her soaking wet snatch.

"MMMMM!" 'CLOP! 'CLOP!' "Glad I'm making a- AHHHH!" 'CLOP! CLOP!' "good impression on you! YES!" 'CLOP! CLOP!' She loudly moaned out. Her hands still propped on the demon hunter's abs as her well sized assets were flying all over the place yet it did not discomfort her one bit. The amount of pleasure she was receiving was so much, it could almost purge all of her cold, cruel qualities that has made her the dishonorable, tricky snake that she is from her conscious...almost. Submitting to the edgy mercenary that has managed to charm her (unintentionally) who just lay back to watch her bounce and bounce again onto his rod. So much so that as she bottomed out and took him to the hilt, Chrsitie brought herself to a sudden but loud orgasm. "MMMMM! HAH! So...MMMM wonderful! AHHHHHHH!" Juices flowing out over Dante's cock as she rode her way through a powerful, more than she'd ever felt before, sexual peak. Head rolling on her shoulders with delight as she kept her rhythm going even when the sweat dripped down her pretty, but usually cold facial features.

"Looks like Tina is not the only cowgirl amongst you Dead or Alive babes." Dante said with an approving grin. "Looks like you know how to keep a man happy, unlike most woman these days." He added with a groan, still feeling her velvet soft walls snug around his rod.

"Mmmmm... I'm not all about killing luv... I know what it takes to hold onto a man, keep him happy... make him feel important..." Christie said looking over her shoulder at him, wetting her lips as she adjusted her position, looking ready to start riding him again since he was still rock hard deep in her folds as she began to gradually return to her feral tempo of bouncing on his long hard cock, without finishing her afterglow affect.

"I have no problem taking over if you want." Dante offered from his bottom spot watching her leather & fishnet clad curvaceous backside rising up and down.

"Nope... you just stay... right where you are..." Christie chirped while mildly panting during her response, regaining some of her mental function but still as eager to ride his cock again, maybe even more so. "I'm not finished climbing this mountain yet, it is the biggest mountain... afterall, so it will... take a while!" Smiling without him seeing, the gorgeous assassin was set on her wild cat rider mode, keeping the wide angle straddle on the floor with feet on the floor and her hands set on his upper body. Sliding her tight, hot, wet walls almost his entire length. Raising herself just enough so the sky piercing harpoon that Dante was blessed with didn't slip out of her hold and have to stop for a second to slip it back in, she couldn't afford to stop the flow for that long. She wanted to make the most of this rollercoaster that she doesn't have to wait in line for. Woman of her caliber have always been granted special access.

With her body working up a sweat and her womanhood producing enough juices to water a household plant, every time Christie's asscheeks sharply impacted on Dante's groin when she bottomed out on his cock, the noise of lewd wet slapping of skin filled the entire apartment along with her feminine mewls and moans as Chrsitie handled her size with clear skill and experience, as expected from a shamelessly flirty and seductive woman.

Dante was just as filled with the sensation himself, a lot of woman have no idea that it is actually a big thing for a guy to have a woman pin him down and take control during sex (which he allowed of course) and Dante was no exception. Like with any guy during sex, Dante would also be irritated when a girl just layed in the missionary position the whole time, having the man do all the work acting like she's the prize and not have to lift a finger. Even for a guy that is just trying to smash, it gets repetitive and a turn off real fast, let alone when a guy is hoping for some emotional availability. He knows first hand how empty feeling that ends up being. It is nice for the script to be reversed for a change, with Christie pulling more than her weight, caring enough to make sure he comes out of this satisfied, it's only fair that he gives her everything she wants in return. He moaned along with her singing as his thick size repeatedly gets hidden in her snug, wet hole.

'CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!' "MMMMM! OHH YYEAHH! AHH!" 'CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!' "It feels so fucking good!" 'CLOP! CLOP!' "It's unfair that... only demons are... this amazing!" 'CLOP! CLOP!' Christie teased already having a sex drunk smile on her face. She had been slamming on Dante for a good while. Working her wet slot up and down like a she wants to wring every drop of his seed out of him. The slapping of skin hitting skin sounding out when she worked down as her juicy ass rippled for Dante's viewing pleasure to go along with the wonderful feeling of her warm juicy tightness. Her thick British accent making her dirty talk even hotter as she all too easily had her wicked way, but willing, way with the legendary devil hunter.

"Ahh yeah!" Christie crooned in highly expressing sinful delight. Unexpected to the Devil May Cry owner, Christie abruptly changed her motion, while having Dante's hard cock was buried all the way to the hilt, she then started to gring on him, gyrating her hips like a dirty dancer with the weight of her upper body stacked on top of his pelvis.

"Hot damn!" Dante grunted, the action catching him by surprise with how pleasant it felt. If he was just a normal man, he would've bursted his white hot load right then and there. "Oh you're evil, trying to make me cum already." The half demon groaned from how her soft round hips rubbed all around his lower region when she swayed them, it was also such a tantalizing view from his laid back position especially now since her ivory skin has now accumulated a sheen of sweat on it and with all that sexy leather still on that complimented her body rather perfectly, it got a good reaction out of him.

"I told you to stay on your toes. Not as use to staying on your toes while shagging as you are in a fight?" Christie giggled with a deep giddy expression etched upon her face, though didn't turn back to look at him when she said that but her tone easily gave away what her face is looking now while also hearing her flushed, heaving pants.

"Don't temp me babe, you don't want me to end your fun and make you submit again yet, do you?" Dante playfully warned, so far he had let Christie do all the work, giving both him and herself orgasmic sensation, but her hypnotic swirling hips on his cock made him tense as it almost overloaded him with pleasure but managed to keep his libido in check enough. When was the last time he felt this level of excitement during sex?

"This is still supposed to be a special treat for the both of us, are you not loving this?" Christie chirped, beginning to return to the movement of bouncing up and down his length. "Or is the great and mighty Son of Sparda not ready for me when I play hard?" She asked with a mischievous smile.

Dante easily picked up the challenge in her tone, trying to get him to fold for her this time, trying to get some payback for making her beg, the edgemaster grinned as he prepared for the hottest wildest ride he ever received. "I can do this all day, it's you I would be worried about burning yourself out." He brought his hands behind his head, continuing to sit back and let the killer beauty work him off as much as she can. "So go ahead, give it all you got."

"It will be my pleasure, as well as yours." Christie let out a sexy laugh and increased her rhythm to work over his length. Sending her rounded, fleshy ass clapping down hard to make the clap really ring out. Driving her pussy down to the hilt, filling herself up with all of his meaty inches. In turn making her own short haired head tilt back as she let out the sort of moan that was more suited for an XXX-Rated form of entertainment than an action movie.

After about a rep of rising up and down on his large organ, on a certain point of the cycle when she has taken his pole all the way in her, Christie in an instant change of direction grinded her ass on him animately again, raunchily swiveling her hips around on his crotch as she bit her lower lip from the naughty belly dance before getting right back to fucking herself on his second sword, clenching on him tightly as she does another rep of bounces on his cock. Letting out high pitched squeals and orgasmic calls of lust.

Giving herself about half dozen hard deep slams down on his cock, each creating lewd wet sounds of skin against skin smacking together before rolling her hips, gyrating her plump, firm ass in wild circles. Christie stuck to this pattern, giving Dante a handful of deep hard strokes with her velvet pink walls before returning to sensualy swirling her waist clockwise rotation, fiercely rubbing her wet sweaty crotch down on him, panting like a very sexually active whore during the whole treatment with unconciously swearing in the air being peppered in.

Dante gritted his teeth as he glanced down and saw the glimpses of his prick reappearing from out of her box as she lifted up to the mid point on his length. Before she dropped sharply down and made him vanish up into her snug, moist twat or getting it massaged very sensationally when she rolled her hips with fresh, lusty groans. Despite this being the most exhilarating sexual high he has ever felt, he still steeled himself more than well enough during her assault, keeping himself from being overloaded by the pressure fueled by the pleasure. Holding off from meeting her energetic bouncing halfway with his own thrusts, taking charge with her body.

A part of him knowing this was wrong to do, let alone when he is supposed to be on the job making sure she doesn't do anything mischievous that can be counterproductive to his and Helena's goals. Also since this whole journey of crossing paths with all these Dead or Alive folk started, he now has standards that he is supposed to live up to to certain people, especially to the girls like Kasumi, Kokoro and their mothers, Ayame & Miyako; and even to Lucia after he saved her from her existential crisis, and saving the four former mentioned women's as well.

But whatever part of his concious thought that, he felt the complete opposite with his libido. He couldn't deny the incredible feeling of a wonderful pussy sliding up and down on his length while at the same time being grinded on while his length was inside her to keep him making moans and gasps of enjoyment. While the thrill of battle has always been the top value for his demon side, it will more than be willing to indulge in sating its pent up desires with an enticing statuesque female specimen when presented the opportunity, his human side will not always agree to giving in to his impulses such as that taboo situation with the little purple haired chick. But both sides will take the opportunity when the time is right such as now.

"MMMMM... Goodness! Ooooooooh! MMMMM... Now this is what I call a battle! MMMM... You really are a stubborn rock to break! MMMMM... But I'm not AHHHHH! giving up... yet!" Christie groaned, it has been quite a while since she's been riding away and rocking her hips around on Dante quickly and with force on his cock, leaving his manhood with a shine of her juices from the repeated motion. Certainly not looking like she is a master of killing and hand to hand fighter and you would do well to take her seriously with how she is enjoying this ride more than a little girl would enjoy having an amusement park all to herself for an entire day. Keeping her rump clapping down onto his tone body as she bounced up and down and grinding around.

"MMMMM... You can keep digging for the treasure but you're... not gonna find anything babe... I only jizz on my own terms!" Dante groaned. This whole time he hasn't bucked his hips to meet her pumps once during her frenzy. He is surprised she hasn't worn herself out yet. These Dead or Alive people are more physically hardcore than he gives them credit for. Maybe he should start hanging around with them more even after this life changing adventure is over.

Sliding her sweaty plump velvety glutes all over his crotch for what seemed like the seventy-fifth time in the last ten minutes, the espionage perfectionist was split, making the best use out of both his well endowed size and him being able to last like he is Superman... well he practically is Devil Superman, she made herself cum on him three times so far, her juices spilling onto his junk & thighs, being the best instance where she got to be on top and was enjoying it so damn much, while at the same time, her ego was frustrated that she still has yet to get him to come, she was always to be the one to get men to cum, when she finally came across a man that will not fold for her, it left her superiority complex a bit bothered despite knowing exactly who she is in bed with. Dante couldn't deny that he was enjoying the warm slippery feel of her internal walls clenching down on his secret sword and squeezing it tightly as she pumped it up and down.

However he wasn't willing to let Christie be the one to get the better of his libido, he still had some Sparda pride, if the most tempting, persuasive & desirable demonesses couldn't defeat their mojo, then neither should this busty white hair woman bouncing on his dick. Instead he would humor her, let her control the tempo until Christie decided to 'end her turn.'

"I was kinda hoping you'd say that hun," Christie panted, only turning her head very slightly to the sound of his voice. "I love a man that can make me jump high for the meat... while giving a piece bit by bit..." sounding a bit winded from all the energy she has put into polishing his metal. "It just makes me crave for the entirety of it more and more." The allure said with a provocatice expression, she couldn't help but become half-blind with pleasure from the sheer intensity of plunging herself balls deep on this mighty cock that is able to fill every iota of her being. Christie so badly wanted to sate her own desires, or better yet, for Dante to but she wasn't doing this only for her own needs. This was for Dante's benefit as well.

"Of course, I want you to enjoy this just as much, so let me make the view more grand for you baby!" Christie peered back at her handsome hunk, sending him a wicked smile. The british bombshell leaned her upper body forward, placing her palms down on her knees, arching her back, accentuating the feminine curves of her posterior, causing her peachy buttocks to plump up attractively beneath her dominatrix outfit and glistened with perspiration, treating the devil hunter to another delightful view of her booty presented to it's full effect, this time with his johnson shoved into her hot juicy pussy.

With her backside now pushed out behind her hips, Christie began to twerk on the mercenary's rod, slamming her sweet european butt meat on his junk, causing the female assassin's pliant ass flesh to bounce and roll with delicious malleability as she continued her song of moans, squeals and pants with her sexy british accent. She began to bounce her phat ass into a twerk rotation while fucking her lover's long cock, treating him to the view of her rolling her curvy hips once more.

Dante let out a deep moan, mesmerized at this sight before him. If she really was doing this to relieve some stress, treat his sexual frustration that he has been bottling up, put his mind at ease from all the chaos that he is going through for the time being during this little retreat, then she did the job masterfully.

'CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!' With hard ripples, her ass cheeks smack together. The crack of her ass becomes visible where Dante can Christie's cute dark little hole as her pale fleshy booty crashes down in powerful waves on his groin. A deep grin etched on Dante's face as he witnessed the sight of Christie's ivory juicy bottom on complete display, cheeks flapping up and down as his cock gets swallowed in and out of her tight pussy with each passing second. His eyes were locked onto magnificent rump that he didn't notice Christie glancing upon him over her shoulder. Her voice can be heard grunting and letting out orgasmic moans and intense calls of lust. His chest heaved from taking in deep breathes. A temptation to raise his hands and touch over her ass came to Dante's mind but he resisted such thoughts for the time being, enjoying the display of her ass cheeks twerking up and down on his dick repeatedly.

"Ohhhhh fuck! OHHHHHHH YEAH!" Christie calls out with her voice suddenly raising into a high pitch belting out her cries of sheer lust. She begins to pump herself down faster, forcing every inch of Dante's swollen cock to get pumped thoroughly by her tight clenching walls. It became apparent that Christie was reaching another orgasm. Dante pressed his hands down onto the cushion of the sofa. At this particular moment of a hot wild fucking session with the beautiful but dangerous femme fatale, if any average joe hasn't cum already, this would no doubt be the thing that is too strenuous for a man to trying to resist the urge of letting go and filling her with his seed. But Dante was far from an average joe, he can more than handle what was to come with his will. However, he didn't know if his current intimate partner was counting on it or not. As he pondered on the thought, Christie slams herself down for one final time.

"FUCK! OHHHHHH GOD!" Christie cried out her moans like a banshee in heat. Dante can feel the heat from within her cunt as his cock is suddenly drenched in juices from her inner walls cracking.

His excitement ended up skyrocketing from the immense amount of jubilation that he felt in his loins, causing him to groan audibly. "Fuck!" Dante may have held himself back from bursting his load which he admit, took some effort; however, now his need for his own release has increased.

Christie was trembling, doubled over with hands on her kness, slowly catching her breath. Her whole body was glistening with perspiration now. Round beads of the liquid were rolling down her neck, trickling around and between her breasts in tiny rivulets, dripping from the tips of her nipples, moistening her flat feminine stomach to a glossy sheen, and causing her ass and thighs to gleam brightly beneath the fluorescent lights of the living room.

Christie lost track of how long she was fucking her half demon beau, using him as her own personal sex stimulator. She rode him real hard, safe to say it was her wildest cowgirl ever, managing to bring herself to her sexual peak about four times, both facing towards and away from him, stretching her tight clit with his oversized member. It might have been thirty minutes; it might have been an hour of non-stop bouncing and grinding her round, firm supple ass on his hard muscled pelvis, shamelessly enjoying the sheer bliss that only Dante's size has been able to bring her. Even though Christie couldn't stimulate his powerful sex organ enough to drain his balls, she still got to enjoy such wonderful amazing sexual pleasure multiple times that other regular men are just not adequate enough to provide while Dante's cock is still hard as a steel bar. So it was still a win-win for her.

"So, you all burnt out now, huh?" Dante said with a snigger, a teasing grin found its way on his face. "You just couldn't make the cut of getting me off, couldya?" He said as he was mesmerized by how Christie's thick creamy butt cheeks was spread on his lap. He smacked her soft sweaty peachy buttocks, sending ripples juddering through her ass and make her let out a feminine and sexual yelp of surprise. "Don't beat yourself up over it, you did your best, that's all that matters babe."

"I guess...you truly are built differently." Chrsitie breathed with a tired chuckle, wiping some sweat off her brow. She then slumped backwards, resting her head on the son of Sparda's muscled pectoral, tilting her head back enough to see each other's face. "I don't suppose you don't want to hit the sack with these still engorged, do you?" The horny minx jested, while she reached down and cupped his ballsack with her hand delightfully.

"Nope, I was just curious to see when you would stop on your own." Dante responded cheekfully. "But now, you got me spiked up with your riding skills babe." The white-haired man remarked as he grabbed a handful of her cleavage as his other hand did the same with her ass cheek, causing the whitette to tremble with a soft moan. "Got me aching to blow my load, and you did say you will take care of that problem any time for me, I wouldn't mind having some more fun with using you for it." He sneered giving into temptation himself, squeezing gently her luscious tear drop shaped breast and heart shaped ass-cheek; enjoying the warmth and supple malleability of her all natural assets with his gun callous hands.

Before Christie could talk, the next thing she knew, she felt an instant sensation of her body being thrown into a G-force environment. Feeling the rush of air blowing through her bare skin exposed by her stripper outfit which has cooled her down a bit but it all happened in just a fraction of a second. Then she felt her body hitting onto a soft cushioning which took her a second to process that it was the bed of the bedroom in her current safehouse.

She didn't let herself get surprised for long as her handsome lover was soon upon her. "Don't wanna risk breaking that nice looking couch, trying to be a good guest, here I can give you a reminder why I make the angels sing and the devils cry."

It did feel good to have subdued her aggressive assault on him through passive dominance, let her tire herself out and leave her fatigued and winded from her own efforts after all that boast of herself. But asserting male (demonic) dominance and putting this self absorbed woman in her place is fun too.

Christie felt a delightful shiver in excitement. The lustful seductress in her could not except being outdone. But her feminine primal desires of a strong and masculine man taking her at his mercy and pound her like the demon that he is until she is broken now had more priority. And the man standing over her was utterly an entire world of masculine energy. Now laying on her side on the spacious bed as Dante moved behind her, raising up a leg as he pushed his cock back into that dripping wet snatch in order to start fucking her from the side.

The first thrust went in easily balls deep with a single, firm motion. Making her moan out and tilt her head back in delight even before he started the pumps. Those soon coming as she gazed back over her shoulder with lust at the man who is a spawn of a devil and is now using her as his own sexual property. Her body rocking along the sheets as she was already getting roughly taken like she was a virgin that was offered to sexually serve a godly being. His pumps not holding back now as he fills her womanhood and hits all of her pleasure sensors, with that erotic slap of skin meeting skin sounding each time he drove his shaft all the way into her still nicely snug snatch.

"MMMMM YES BABY! AHHHHH! MMMMMM..." The white haired british professional moaned out loudly, almost panting like an animal in heat as she was stuffed full by his length again and again. Her generously sized tits jiggling as her body jolted from his thrusts. Strands of her hair started to stick to her stunning face from the sweat as she willingly took his pounding. "UHHHH! MMMMMM... Use me luv! AHHHHH! Fucking keep... MMMMM FUCKING ME!" Christie groaned out the demand, even though she was already getting just that and truthfully now had no control of what she wanted any more. Especially concerning the man currently ploughing his fat manhood in and out of her wet twat as he made full use of his partner with benefits. His well sculpted abs pressing against her back which made Christie sigh heavenly from the touch of his hard muscled body on her soft womanly curves while he pumped her in and out from the side.

"Mmmmm I knew you were eager for this all night." Dante chuckled before he groaned in pleasure. Driving his rod balls deep into her soaking wet folds every time he gave a stiff thrust to keep her squealing out in delight. The irony not lost on him when she thought she was the one seducing him which she did to some extent. But his badass charm had won over and now the high caliber status model who had the right to have high standards with her men was reduced to a far too easily broken in slut, offering herself up to him in any sinful way he demanded of her. "Ahhhhhh! There was just no hiding it at this point now... MMMM! Now, you can't go a month without getting stuffed by me... MMMMM! Now, you're an absolute slut for me." He said, making sure to remind her of the position that she has put herself in. That if she was gonna get more his this incredible fucking from the man amongst men, she will need to behave herself more with Helena. A hand reaching around her to grope her bouncing breasts as he fucked her. Sinking his fingers deep into Christie's buoyant white tit flesh, he made it bulge between his digits with luscious malleability. That grip causing it to groan her approval out as she looked back with desire once again. "So good luck going back to those wanker dicks when this is over." He groaned as he continued to impale the nympho beauty with his meaty sword.

"MMMMM... What are you..mmm... talking about? T-there is only... one cock in the world... AHHHH! And it's in me Ahh! right now!" She questioned, looking confused for a moment having become lost in lust and mind broken just like in their first bout of casual yet raunchy sex. Christie was too focused on the raw sexy mercenary banging her. Leaning back towards so she could press her lips against his. Moaning as her jaw was grabbed so he could pull her in for a deep, sloppy lip lock. MMMMPHHH! MMMMM!" Christie groaned with her eyes closed. Happily wrestling Dante's tongue with hers as they swapped spit. Dante's hand still fondling her tits while he pumped stiffly in and out of her box. The addition of the sweat coating her body along with the bodacious accentuating outfit made her curves even more attractive than she already is. Completely compatible with the perfectly toned in muscle, handsome man behind her who was driving his cock in and out of her still begging for more snatch which was now reshaped to be fucked by one cock and one cock only.

The Legendary Demon Hunter just grinned into the kiss as his tongue slapped around that of his partner in bed. Usually he would be a little disappointed with himself at how he gave into his lust like this, but more than happy to take advantage of having a desirable foreign woman serve his sexual needs and vice versa. His manly stature along with the force of his pumps continuing to make her sexy frame shift back and forth on the sheets of her bed. Starting to sweat now himself from the effort of giving this kind of woman the action she deserves, but could never get it from men that she's met. Another squeeze of her chest made her groan into his mouth before he broke the smooch. The demon in him let out a laugh at this conquest as he gave her soaking twat another round of hard and deep pumps for good measure.

For a couple of minutes, the duo simply continued like this, and as Dante persisted in his relentless, hard deep thrusts, Christie started to feel the sensation building up inside her that told of her another impending orgasm. Given Dante's nephilim physiology, he probably still had a way to go before he reached his own climax, but Christie would willingly be boned by this pinnacle of sexual specimen as long as she needed to in order to bring this encounter to an end.

Christie's moans have become screams of sheer ecstasy. Her ever present- sharp, cunning mind that has learned many skills that made her a force to be reconned with was now completely lost in a heavy haze of lust. The only thoughts that occupied her pretty little spinning head were her gushing, sexy pleasure hole getting the best fuck of her life and the tall, hot and hellish man that was giving it to her far better than any one before him.

"AWWW FUCK! YEAH COME ON BABY, KEEP GIVING IT TO ME! DON'T STOP!" The assassin begged, in an increasing tone that signaled her approaching climax again. Dante did as he was told and kept battering her female organ harder and deeper than Christie has ever felt inside her. Her bare slender back and waist pressed against his hard, well-built muscles which added to the tingling sensation.

As she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, Christie let out a long loud moan of ecstasy as she felt her orgasm wash over her. Her body shook with unrestrained bliss for a few seconds, her mind was hit with a frenzy of euphoria. "Ffffuck!" She signed sensualy. Enjoying every second of the intense experience.

Dante thrusts in a few more times before he stopped, allowing his lover to experience the scintillating throes of her orgasm as well as the aftereffects. After a few seconds, her breathing began to slow and become steadier. Looking into her glazed grey eyes as he smirk at her state of weakness. Her face slowly gained a look of want for more thrills in the bedroom that only he can provide. The devil hunter answered with a grin before suddenly moving off of her. Before Christie could vocalise any sort of protest, he swiftly grabbed her legs and positioned her on her back and moved her to the edge of the bed.

Standing on the floor next to the bed, he patted Christie's soft and firm fishneted thighs, the woman catching his hint, sending the male partner a very seductive look and spreaded her latex covered legs wide apart to the point where her heels are pointed towards complete directions from eachother, granting Dante all exclusive access to her paradise tunnel.

Dante moved right up and aimed his still-hard organ at her womanhood again. Rubbing his tip against the opening a few times, he moved his hips forward, he met some resistance but was able to slide his junk right in.

Still on a high after her climax, Christie could not prevent the sudden gasp of pleasure that she felt as she felt Dante enter her once more. Looking up at her man with passion-glazed steel grey eyes, she instinctively rose her lower back, her sounds urging him to give it to her. The hybrid was only too eager to comply with her signals of desire and started to pump into her with the same pace he used earlier, going harder and deeper with every thrust.

Moaning in pleasure, Christie felt her toes begin to curl instinctively inside the high heels that she was still wearing. With each jolt of pleasure that coursed through her body, she felt herself wriggle in delight under the demon. She kept her legs spread wide, helping Dante to stuff all of his inches into her core.

Through the haze of euphoria that had started to settle upon his mental state, Dante was still aware that Christie wanted him to fuck her raw as her slammed his groin onto hers, their skin clapping together lewdly like before. Though, judging from the glazed look on Christie's face, she was probably not even aware she was keeping her long legs open like she is. Her body was operating on her sexual urges. Of course, he did not care in the least, anyway it looked pretty damn hot! Instead, he continued thrusting in and out of her, grunting softly as he did so.

The couple kept their pace for five minutes. Then ten. Then fifteen. Christie was an absolute mess. Sweat covered every inch of her skin, her eyes rolled back behind almost to where only her whites are showing, there was no containing the frantic lust for one and only Dante that was jamming his cock into her leaking twat. Dante maintained his thrusting in and out of Christie's warm and moist womanhood, feeling the soft walls constrict around his shaft. Before long, he felt the sensation emanating from deep within his own body, letting him know that it was time to bring this whole event to its conclusion. And from the way that Christie's breathy moans were increasing in both frequency and volume, she seemed to be reaching her own peak as well.

Dante did not let up on impaling the stunning hitwoman all the way in with his meaty sword, intent on keeping her singing until his end. Though Christie was in a state of pure bliss at this point, she still retained enough conscience thought to look up at Dante with her piercing grey eyes and a erotic glare that told him he better not stop and fuck her like a whore. And this spurred him on; thrusting in harder and faster each time, and her urging him in deeper by tightening her hold on his throbbing member.

Seemingly as one, Dante and Christie began to gasp and moan louder and faster, the couple reaching their point of release almost at the same time. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of them; their bodies did all the communication that was necessary, and they were in perfect sync, right up to the peak, and they went over it as one.

Christie leaned her head back into the mattress as she had her orgasm, giving a groan that sounded more like a strangled scream, albeit one pure ecstasy and bliss. At the same time, Dante thrust inside her as deeply as he could, grunting his own climax, and she felt his warm fluids gushing deep inside her womanhood. The first time Dante had cum inside her, the sheer feeling of it made her head spin, and this time was no different. Dante's body twitched a couple as he let loose another few spurts inside her, before he was finally spent.

The Son of Sparda took a deep breath as he began to clear his head of the sex drive that was ramped up. Now that he had some release, he was ready to call it a night. The demon slaying badass pulled his deflating junk out of her opening which now that it is unplugged, leaked his semen and her juices.

Christie was having a longer recovery. She was all out of energy but was more than satisfied with her companion's performance and now was just enjoying the bliss of the afterglow. Christie never thought that getting an amazing experience would be even better knowing it is coming, again, no pun intended.

The assassin does not know what state her relationship with her current beau's future is looking or how long their partnership working for Helena is going to last but if there really is going to be an expiration date to it, then she was going to make every second worth it, including putting up with the French hussy's self destructive arrogance by shagging the devil boy every chance she gets. And that's just her pent up needs that is driving that thought.

"So, did you enjoy that?" Dante asked teasingly.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be asking you that." Christie pouted but gave the mercenary a satisfied smirk.

"Well, the food was food, ride was fast and furious, the drink was just heaven, and the entertainment was...well, what any man could have wanted from a women."

"And you didn't have to pay a single cent. Surely no other woman you have known would've done the same?" She said with a knowing gaze.

"Yeah, would never have gotten that sort of treatment from certain women...so, I don't supposed you expect me to share the hay with you." Dante said after yawning.

The femme fatale patted the bed she was laying on, inviting the protagonist to lay with her. "This isn't a catch and release situation you know, even I'm not that cruel to throw you back out onto the street after a cheap thrill." She said with a wink.

Dante started to move to the matress but stopped when Christie planted the sole of her boot that she still wore onto his abdominals. "But first, could you be a dear and help take these off, not exactly a conventional sleeping apparel."

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading, see you all next chapter.

The sun may have set but will soon rise again.