Author's Note: Here we are with another Christie lemon! This one takes place also yet again in the story Dead or Alive 4: The Devil Factor by Damon Black at the end of chapter 25...also yet again. Let's get right into it.
Christie's Paris safehouse
France
Monday-9:16 a.m.
A spear of light pierced his eyes. He grimaced, lifted a hand to block out the intruding beam, groaned, and then turned over in the bed, covering his head with the comforter. Was it morning already? He cracked open an eye to take in his surroundings. Still in pearlescent king size bed with silk sheets, the same one that he and his host have...well, you know- hid his sword. There was a plasma screen television on the wall, thick factory made wooden clothing drawers, and walls of dull white. There were no pictures, no knick-knacks, and no personal items of any kind, aside from the pile of clothes strewn about the drab gray carpet. The place was more sterile than homely, like how apartments looked in catalogs. Dante didn't notice the bareness of the room until now, due to the fact that last night, he was entirely focused with the certain activity that him and his current host partook in last night.
Oh, who was he kidding? Him and Christie had another night of hot casual sex, more raunchy than the last one. A woman who is a beautiful European model that granted you sexual access after a hot date where she drove (a sports car mind ya), paid for dinner at a five star fancy restaurant (though it was paid for with some one else's money), shared with you one of the best wine in existence and treated you with a captivating lap dance while wearing a sexy outfit that made her look like she is the pride of Britain? Any man would end up feeling like he's King Tut after all that. Guess this is another instance of being born with his otherworldly gifts was a great thing. After all the saying goes, strong men create feminine women. And boy did he enjoy the wonderful pleasures of a woman's femininity at a premium level.
Christie came in, dripping wet. A towel wrapped around her torso.
"Wakey Wakey." She cooed.
A deathly groan came from Dante. "Jesus. What time is it?"
"A little after nine." Christie grabbed a remote and switched on the television. It was set on a weather station with a weather man outlying the weeks weather in French that just rolled off his tongue. "Going to be nice and warm. Maybe you should wear something else besides that coat."
"My coat's my image." Dante sat up and ran a hand through his bed head hair. "Every serious mercenary has an image. A tattoo, a scar, a rare gun, or something."
"Men, such show offs." She shed the towel and used it to dry her hair. As of this point, the wonder of the gorgeous assassin's body in all it's nude glory was nothing the demon hunter hasn't seen already, every square inch of her flawless hourglass figure from her full supple D-cup breasts to her sensuously flaring round thick butt has been embedded in his mind. Having no problem being nude in his presence when there is no one else around, her current lover has now more than earned that privilege.
"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" Dante countered.
Christie smiled and shrugged innocently.
Dante sighed. Even though Christie was still a threat, even when she was an 'ally', Dante found his attention drawn elsewhere, particularly over the demoness Marller, more of dad's skeletons coming out of the closet. And whoever the fuck the ice guy was, he looked equally like bad news. Marller was far past angry at his old man unlike all the other bozos with their own sob story. There was no telling how far she would go. To add to the drama, she was just a small player in the grand scheme of things. At least that was how he felt.
"Thinking about something?"
Dante realized that Christie had crawled up to him like a cat and was now inches from his face with her sinister, seductive look that she should patent.
"Never pegged you for a daydreamer."
"Just thinking." Dante said. "I'm allowed to think, aren't I?"
"Oh, I don't know." She moved closer. "Should you think when you got me right here?"
"I was unaware that I had a choice."
"Were you thinking about that cat woman?" She ran her tongue on his cheek. "Were you envisioning her instead of me last night?"
"If that were true I would have sliced you into quarters then hit the bars." Dante turned away. Christie followed after him.
"You're not the type of guy that gets preoccupied with a girl like her." Her teeth and breath brushed his ear. "Is it something else?"
"I've been in a lot of situations that I can only describe as apocalyptic." Dante tried to move away again, but to no avail. "Usually I wouldn't give a rat's ass, but this reeks of something."
"Of what?" Christie probed Dante's ear with her tongue.
Dante gave up trying to bat her away. "These hit and run tactics. Usually these types of demons come and take something. But to fight for no reason, and then split. It doesn't make sense."
"What's so bizarre about demons acting aggressive?" She softly chewed on his earlobe.
"If it were a bunch of flunkies, maybe I'd buy it. But high-level demons? They're the living embodiment of James-Bond-Villain stereotypes. Scheming, hiding, monolog-ing. This is way too chaotic. Either my brother can't keep his shit together or…"
"Or what?" She pushed her body against his.
Dante smirked. She was good, using foreplay as a smokescreen while she pumped him for information with innocent sounding questions. Fortunately, he had plenty of experience with women like her.
"Nothing." He answered smugly. "By the way, I always wondered. What's with this tournament thing?"
She made an 'hmm' sound that sounded like she had heard someone try to make a joke. "What's wrong? Feeling left out?"
"Just making bedroom chatter." It was Dante's turn to sound innocent. "What? Don't like it when I talk in bed?"
She chuckled lightly, rubbing her cheek against his. "A spectacle, is what it is. Nothing more than an act to distract the world from its problems."
"Then why do you fight in it?"
"Sometimes it gets me closer to my target." She traced her fingertip on his bare chest. "Plus, I suppose it gives me a rush."
"An adrenaline junkie?" Dante snickered. "Thought I was the only one."
"But what do you do after the rush is gone?" Christie pressed her body against his with the comforter acting as a barrier. "The problem with our addiction is that we can't just pick a fight whenever we want when we're craving for our next fix. The only fights that get our blood pumping are against others like us."
"Yeah, and the come down's a real bitch." Dante replied sarcastically.
"So what do you do, Dante? What do you do to take the edge off?"
"Drink a beer? Play some Halo?" Dante answered like he was just asked a stupid question. "I don't know."
"Oh, yes you do." She began to smooth his hair. "I'm talking about the blonde you hang around. Yanks love blondes, right?"
Dante grunted in discomfort. "You'd think that, wouldn't you?"
"Ah, then what about the one with red hair and dark skin? She looks limber, maybe showed you a few moves?"
"Aside from skewering someone with a thousand knives at once, no, not really."
"Your little charade never waivers, does it?" Her thumbs massaged his cheeks. "I know you, Dante. Usually guys like you leave when the shagging's over. But you, hmmm." She grinned lewdly. "You just keep going. And all the talking and questions. You'd think we're married."
"There a point to this? Or are you one of those chicks that like to hear themselves talk?"
She took his mouth in hers. Bit by bit, she was uncovering him. Soon she would turn him.
She ripped the covers away and pressed her front assets on his hard strong body without preamble, way passed the dichotomy between them at this point as she ground her ass against his hand when he gripped her.
Christie shoved her tongue down the handsome devil's throat, dominating him and exploring the familiar taste, granting the cambion the sensations of her fresh out of the shower body, Dante getting a full whiff of a sweet rich scent of warm vanilla sugar, fused so thoroughly onto her body, it's as if it's the flavor of her; it greatly
accentuated the thrilling feel of her warm, soft skin. It had a helping hand in sending Dante's drive into wanting to mess around in each other's lust once more. Dante's hand slipped further in until she could feel his palm hot at the top of her inner thighs.
She shivered at the light contact, breathed out heavily, grinded herself onto him, pushing her all natural bouncy melons onto his chiseled chest, her soft flat feminine stomach sliding along his washboard abs. The cold, ruthless & calculating beauty once again set aside her traits mostly seen during her missions, in favor of her teasing, sultry, alluring side for the half demon that will soon be under her...sexually speaking.
She grasped both his cheeks soothingly, just as eager for his touch as she was last night. Her hands were everywhere at once, tugging, grabbing, holding, groping, and she didn't stop, didn't let up, didn't relent, assaulting his senses from every angle.
Christie broke the kiss, pressed her forehead against his, her breath tickling his lips, giving a teasing smirk at the splayed hunter. "So," She began, drawing out the syllable. "You aren't going to regret this in the morning, are you?"
"Definitely will sweety, might as well get as much fun out of it as I can." Dante said nonchalantly before he sat up, bringing both of their nude upper bodies up straight having Christie straddling him once again.
He grabbed the British woman by the waist and raised her up past his head to where her wonderful breasts were to his face.
The crimson swordsman didn't waste any time taking advantage of what's being given to him and started sucking on Christie's tender pink nipple and drowsily nomming on her warm, creamy tit-flesh making the hitwoman moan. Licking her lips suggestively, a wide feline smirk was plastered on her face.
Christie slid her hand down his chest, past his abs, down to his groin. Her slender fingers wrapped Dante's meaty shaft, which she hefted up to a near-vertical position, then started to smoothly jack him off with a one-handed grip.
"Mmmm, you like the taste, don't you darling?" She cooed down at him. It was moments like these that has made Christie thank God for her very desirable looks. There has been so many instances where her alluring figure has made her life so much easier, it would piss off a lot of people if they found out.
This includes being able to have any man that she wants including one that is as all good-looking, smooth-talking, action oriented as this man that she is granting sexual access to. The creme of the crop in terms of his muscular physique and movie star charisma.
One of the very few men in the world that she has given permission to touch her body without the intention of making him drop his guard before ending him.
Christie continued to watch as Dante was sucking the female assassin's nipple into his mouth again, along with as much of her bulging, creamy tit-flesh as he could fit. He continued to leisurely nom on it while Christie stroked his rubbery cock firmly up and down with her small fist, twisting her wrist and jacking him off with a pleasurable turning motion.
Christie cupped Dante's face and tilted his head up to look at hers, giving him a sultry look. "Well let me give you something that you'll like even more, lie back for me please." She gently leaned her body forward and pushed his down to lie on the softness of the sheets below.
The devil hunter did as she asked and placed himself back down to where he was on his back, returning her smirk with his own. He wish he could say he knew where this was going but so far, this beauty from across the pond has kept him on his toes more than he is willing to admit.
Christie looked at him with a knowing smile as she shifted off his lap to his right side on the mattress. Shuffling on her knees towards his head, without pause Christie slung one leg around to a position where now her knees are placed next to each shoulder of Dante's as she is now facing towards his feet while keeping the rest of her body hovered above the bed.
In this situation, Dante was now once again face to face with her pale, plump, juicy british ass that is just ready to smother and cover him up at any second. So close to his face that almost his entire vision was eclipsed by the stunning ivory big fleshy behind. The assassin's asscheeks parted enough to clearly see her still glorious taut pussy already moist, ready to be licked up by him from right under her as well as her untouched narrow asshole.
Dante can feel the body heat radiating from this goddess while his mind raced with excitement as he did his best not to show it but his mildly stunned eyes betrayed him as he took in the texture of her posterior up close. The smooth supple ivory flesh of her ass and thighs looked literally good enough to eat as the outline of her posterior bulged out in a grand feminine display that any ass man would get a nose bleed from. Her untanned inner ass-cleavage was still as white as snow. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and glistened with little droplets leftover from her recent shower.
Christie shivered in delight as she can feel the warmness of his breath touch her sacred treasures. She sensed his eyes crawling all over her exposed rear end as intensely as he did last night. This was another way of utilizing her best asset to him effectively in terms of her looks to please him in bed. What man wouldn't mind getting his face sat on by an alluring beauty with a perfect ass. The lusty femme fatale turned her head to look down to the stud's face but the only thing she could see of him was from his eyes up. The rest of his face was blocked out by her jiggly protruding junk. Giving him a teasing grin. "Here's a nice freshly made breakfast to start the day hun." Christie said in a playful tone. The devil hunter simply answered with a shrug like gesture the best way he could, hoping Christie would understand it but after wards, his eyes then turned to a look that she can tell he was smirking back, being down with this type of kinky foreplay. The thought of getting to taste her and ravish her with his tongue after that small sample she offered last night was too appealing to put off.
With that, Christie planted her moist pink lips right on the swordsman's mouth. Without hesitation, Dante licked the heated slit between her legs, pushing her petals apart and landing upon her pink gem. He voraciously moved his tongue side to side, lapping up all her honey as if he had been starved for days.
"Ahhhh, yeahhh baby," She sexually sighed in unimaginable bliss, rocking her hips back and forth against his face. The sexy assassin already experienced first hand how splendid he is with the tool hidden in his trousers but now she wanted to see if another area can perform well for its role but it was as if there was a chance that Dante was deficient in his oral skills, especially remembering how great of a kisser he also is. Not only was he gorging on her gorgeous pussy with finesse but also with enthusiasm.
As for Dante's end, he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this particular situation. Getting a nice sweet firm ass of a model right in his face. It was his first time getting his face sat on by a woman, let alone one of the sexiest chicks he had the "pleasure" of meeting. Now she wanted to be eaten out for the first time by him, see if his mouth is more than just for cracking jokes around every corner and just so happen to have chosen this position for the task to put him to work. So Dante didn't hold back and didn't give a half-hearted or tentative effort. If he was going to do this, he might as well go all the way with it. He pressed his face slightly more between Christie's butt cheeks and continued his thorough licking, and earned every moan of approval that the femme fatale gave him. Plus, he wasn't gonna lie, Christie tasted just as delectable as she looked; and he can tell that she had planned on getting him to eat her pussy as he noticed through the taste of her that she must have cleaned herself thoroughly while in the shower.
"Mmmm oh yeaah" She purred. "Your mouth deserves some appreciation afterall." Christie's core as well as her need soared. Her breath hitched when she felt his tongue being able to hit her most sensitive spot within her hot gushing walls. Panting erotically has she groped her own breasts. It was as if any way he touches her, her body reacts to it.
However, this was still just a little warm up for him as Christie's smile grew more lewd with a naughty idea, wanting to see if he can keep up with his splendid job while under pressure and turned her head back towards him. "This might be a little too easy for you darling." She gave a contemptuous sigh. "Lets make this a bit more challenging." The assassin said playfully as her hips wobble for a moment.
Christie then sat further down, pressing her wide fair porcelain tone booty on Dante's face, smothering the half demon in her purring pussy; sandwiching his head between her smooth asscheeks and the soft mattress.
"Gagh!~" Christie threw her head back as her fingers scraped against Dante's defined six pack. She once again tried to look back down towards him only to see that his face is now completely covered, with only his white hair now being visible. "I'm curious, do demons need to breath?" The dangerous seductress teased with a naughty smile, flashing her upper teeth biting her lower lip. She wiggled her big butt slowly left and right, grinding her butt on his face and forcing his mouth and nose further into her ass; trying to mold the image of Dante's face deep in her crevice until Christie formed a very good seal and preventing him from taking in any air. "Ooh~ I hope they don't, cause that means I can take as much time as I want on you." She smiled mischievously as she playfully bounced her white booty on her lover's face without her ass releasing its hold, the act making her round juicy glutes protrude out between her waist and Dante's head in such a pornographic way, really emphasizing the suppleness of her glorious behind.
Dante couldn't deny that he was enjoying having Christie smother him with her round, plump posterior. The ass man in him felt like he has died and gone to heaven and was asking him to kill him now cause things will never get better after this. He didn't think he could get his face pressed any more into her warm, luscious butt cheeks than he already has when he got to take off her tapering black leather thong that was resting snugly right in the bottom of her asscrack using his mouth last night. This felt like another level as the high value man nuzzled his face deep into Christie's soft bubbly ass cleavage as she sat on him like a queen. Inhaling the subtle scent of her body wash deep into his sinuses. He felt like his face was smooshed in a warm sweet tasty pastry fresh out of the oven at an Victorian English bakery. His mind, heart and dick racing from the pleasant sensation on his face.
"Ahh, I feel like I'm sitting on a throne right now." The assassin moaned sensually as she stayed true grounded her sputtering quim on Dante's lips. She couldn't help but feel a great sense of dominance on top of the oral ministrations she was receiving from under her. Other than the times when she was riding his cock, this was the most she ever felt in control of him. It made her insides gush at being able to tame this demon with her charm. Of course she knew he was humoring her to some degree and was going along for the ride but she'll take any victory that she can get over him.
The white haired vixen was able to hear soft masculine moans coming from under her. She can feel his tongue lashing around wildly inside her love box, lapping up her juices and her need. While keeping her weight down on his face, Christie rocked her hips back and forth, having her human chair slide his tongue out then worked around her womanhood, lapping and slathering it over her smooth, salty skin, her labia, her perineum, even her anus savoring the delicious taste of her sweet fresh out the shower private area. The female assassin felt an electric jolt through her body and let out a playful yet also malevolent giggle as she gave Dante all the approval he needs to really nom, suckle, and lap at her private area to his heart's content.
Feeling the warm softness of her luscious ass massage his face sent continuous jolts of electricity through his body. Dante is staying cool but the horny teenage boy in him is having a wide, goofy grin of satisfaction plastered all over his face between those creamy cheeks. Giving in to his carnal needs, he grabbed onto both sides of Christie's child bearing hips and firmly planting her down in place until her sopping sex was mashed against his lips. Driving the point home to the facesitter that he is having no issue being deprived of oxygen.
"Ohhh. Splendid, I knew you would enjoy this so much - Ah~!... Does my ass feel like heaven on your face?" The british vixen purred as she shimmied her lovely derriere enticingly all over his face. When she heard muffled moans of hunger and slurping sounds coming from the point where Dante is gorging on her honey, Christie was loving how naughty she was feeling from this vulgar act, it made her tingle with sexual glee and she is letting it shown on her face. "Ufufufu, what's that? I can't here you~ Ooooh... ahahaha." She playfully teased with delight as she rides his face with a zealous selfishness. Her deviant dom side was wishing that the handsome demon actually does need to breath and was pleading with her to let him up for air only for it to be ignored as she takes great satisfaction in seeing him suffocate under all that ass meat... or drown in all her juices.
But being able to sit like this all day as his tongue washes her clit is just as fun.
Christie doubles over so Dante can get a better mouthful of her pussy. His lips parted her thick lower ones and slathers of transparent cunt sauce flooded his mouth. The white haired mercenary couldn't deny that her flavor was on par with the wine last night. Hopefully he doesn't have to actually say it even though this woman actually is a dime a dozen. Even though it was taboo shaking the sheets with someone that is tied to the job, he was loving how bold she is getting in the bedroom more; and besides, this wasn't the first time he was nailing a broad that he was supposed to be a professional in front of. He tenderly grinded his lips on her sensitive labia before rolling his tongue inside of her.
"Ough! I could sit here all day!"
Christie's back arched in order to drive Dante's tongue further up her gushing cunt. With a satisfied smile, Christie's eyes crossed as Dante explored her tightening pussy.
"To-to think–... uh– I-I was gonna spend over a thousand euros on a sybian when I can just come straight to you." Christie panted. At the same time she said that, Christie eyed the monster schlong standing as straight up as Big Ben.
'Oh. Don't worry... I haven't forgotten about you...you big beautiful beast.'
Christie's head was getting hazy. Here she was, sitting on a man's face that was in the way of her killing her arch rival. It would seem like intentions were tossed to the wayside when Dante twirled his tongue around her erect clit.
"OHHhH!"
'I'm such a slut for him!'
He was punching all the right places with his tongue and lapping at everything she was giving him. Her snatch tried to close around him but he forced his way through, confident that his thirst exceeded her pleasure. Her head dipped, causing her thick locks to fall over her visage as she held onto her focus for dear life. Falling any deeper into pleasure would solidify her impending orgasm.
Dante could tell the well developed woman was close. Inside, he was having his trademark grin. He'd take it up a notch. He released the clutch he had on her shaking donk and then his hands glided to the underside of her pliant globes of assmeat, pulling them apart. Christie's big white ass spread over his face, granting Dante complete access to his ally's most intimate area.
"Hahngh~," Christie gasped at her asscheeks getting stretched. "I bet your blonde friend back home doesn't have a whopping, firm bouncy ass like this~," She breathlessly said as she gyrates her said ass in an erotic circular motion on his face.
Dante paused at that admission and Christie slightly cursed herself for letting that slip. Her superiority complex made itself well known. Thankfully, Dante continued.
His tongue barreled as far as it could into her depths and let itself be gobbled by her hungry cunt. Then he pulled back and expertly pressed on the parts of her walls that she had reacted to the most. Christie could never see herself doing this with another man. It would just be a downgrade.
"O–Ongh!"
Christie was soooo close. She could feel her climax on the cliff; her knees dug into the sheets relentlessly. Admitting defeat in the final hour, Christie's hands traveled down to her box and used her index fingers to spread her beautiful flower even more for Dante.
Dante repeated the sequence of digging into her and then scraping her in the best way on his way out, tying her euphoria to the rhythm. His bottom lip started trembling against her clit.
"SH-SHIT!" Christie couldn't hold it any longer and two more stabs into her wet molten box had her seeing stars. "I'm g-gonna cum!"
Her hips rolled uncontrollably as she wildly grinded her soaking pussy round and round on Dante's face. Christie's back curled as her titties bounced and her floodgates opened. The ivory skinned woman's plush thighs squeezed around Dante's head like strangling clouds. Long overdo feminine syrup splattered all over Dante's face!
'Is-is there anything that this man is NOT experienced in...?'
Christie could barely string her thoughts together as she rode the rest of the waves of pleasure, her clouded eyes focused on the TV that the professional duo have completely tuned out.
'I could stay like this forever,' Christie thought. The lurching woman was melting into Dante's mouth. The killer beauty was loving how sexually compatible her and her demonic lover are.
Wanting to see the fruits of his labor (and also not wanting to push her too hard, even experienced women have their limits), Dante used Christie's lapse to grab palmfuls of the woman's buttocks to lift her off his face.
Christie squealed as her body felt like noodles and barely obeyed her, causing her upper body to fall forward and having the left side of her face pressed against the definition of his rock hard six pack. Due to this, her body now lies in a pose where her lower back arched, and her ass was thrusted high up in the air behind herself. Her round bubble butt, thick feminine thighs and plump soaking wet pussy provided the dark knight with an alluring view. Christie's womanhood quivered at the touch of colder air. Her hand quickly reached between her legs to tend to her lewd nuisance.
Dante from where he was, sighed in great satisfaction, a splay of girl fluids drenching his lips and around his haw. That experience had filled him with so much bliss. Her ass pressing down on his face felt like heaven, and thanks to his self sustaining physiology, he could've stayed lost deep in that resplendent british butt all day if he wanted to, that firm succulent goodness was far too sweet a temptation to not get into the spirit of it. And her juice was damn refreshing, tasted like peaches and cream; definitely not far behind from that wine last night.
For his first time getting his face sat on, he couldn't help but praise the lord that it was done by a woman who wasn't just a pretty face, she was a curvy voluptuous playground, made to entertain and satisfy the most lewd appetites, including her own.
It revved up his sex energy and no girl has ever done that before to him. It may have had his pride taken a bit of a hit but luckily for him, the killer beauty seemed a little too preoccupied with herself to notice.
Which begs the question, how far is the killer beauty willing to take it? How raw is she willing to get with him. With each round that they are having together, she's willing to do something that is more bold for his excitement. Will nothing be off limits with her? Be open to certain kinks such as slapping her around, choke her unconscious, fuck her up her ass, anything that gets him off? For a woman that is definitely bringing something to the table, Christie is doing everything she can to stand out amongst all these badass women.
Not that he minded at all. Cause at the end of the day, what's the point of saving the world over and over again if you don't enjoy the simple pleasures in life? And he had no problem being more open minded such as he's doing now.
Seeing Christie instinctively rub her womanhood right after her sexual high while being in the position that she is had him aching for some action. Being drawn to her nude juicy peach shaped posterior bent in front of him, the smooth porcelain shine of her posterior, her soft wet lips being tended by her.
Christie had quite a bit of trouble of pulling herself out of her sexual haze. The need to quell the aching between her thighs over took her senses as she was frantically rubbed her leaking twat. Mewling loudly, she was close to hitting another orgasm...
...until a certain voice spoke up.
"You know I can give you a hand with that if you want."
That ended up snapping Christie back to her senses and she immediately remembered who she was lying on top of...
Not to mention the fully hard erect manhood, the very weapon that permanently took her off the market, making her exclusively available for one man in the world, (and women that are able to catch her fancy) was right in front of her face.
'Wait, what am I doing? I have the ultimate sex demon in the skin of the pinnacle beautiful specimen of what God can create right here with me, I am so bloody horny and I'm trying to satisfy my overbearing needs with my hand?'
She couldn't help but feel slightly like a fool and a slut. This was the second time that this man has made her drown in the throws of her lust and this time he didn't even use his cheek slaying sword. This blow to her dignity will not stand. This is just another incentive to reel him over to stand with her. 'Just keep pleasing him Christie, it will all pay off in the end.'
"Oh such a gentleman." Christie said in a sultry voice. "I actually could use some help." She cooed as she began to roll her hips in an extremely attractive manner, each rotation displaying the full power of her womanly curves. "And only a big, strong man like you can help me in this endeavor." She said trying to make him feel good about himself the way any woman should for their man.
The devil hunter grinned, liking what he sees, it will be hard for him to get tired of watching Christie move her ass that way for him.
"If you help me..." The snow haired bombshell took his erection into her hand, which instantly throbbed at her touch. "...I'll help you in return." And stroked him up and down.
"So what's the issue."
"I really need a chair to sit on, could you be a dear and be my human seat for me please?" She asked with seduction in her british accent.
Fighting down the groan that tried to escape from his mouth at her hand rubbing his manmeat. Dante played along with the act. "You can bring that ass down here all you want babe."
"Oh you really are a darling." Christie guided herself over his face once more, grinding slowly on his head by moving her hips in a slow rotating fashion until her pussy was on his mouth again.
His tongue darted inside her as before and swirled it around her core; making Christie melt in delight as she pumped his long, hard length in her hand. She flashed her pearly whites at him. "I guess it's time for me to start giving back for all your hard work." She said with a feline smirk before she lowered herself.
Dante felt tip of his cock get enveloped by something warm and soft. It was obvious that his gorgeous lover had began to suck on his package, turning this one way transaction raunchy facesitting into a hot 2 player 69 session between the duo. Dante can appreciate her way of returning the gesture for him.
Christie began to suck hard, causing him to release a guttural moan into her sopping core. She began to suck him off ravenously, bobbing her head up and down and coating him with her saliva.
The muscular demon repeatedly flicked his tongue against her warmth, occasionally pausing to suck on her click, savoring her exquisite taste. He was determined to devour every last drop of her. Moral quantities of sixty-nining with a cold hearted dangerous killer that will use anything to her advantage including her looks were completely disregarded – the ecstasy of tasting her while he fucked her mouth was too powerful. He could tell she was feeling the same way from the way she was rocking her hips, her groans in delight stifled by his hardened member, her sweet juices dripping down his face. This was his first 69 with a woman and it has been a very pleasant one. So far, out of everything she did for him, she did it unprompted. Very few women in the world possess that type of quality. If she did ever decide to leave her assassin life behind, she would've been S-tier wife material for him.
The movements of Christie's smooth pristine hips on his face and her mouth on his erection were becoming more and more erratic with her impending climax. She groaned, grunted, and whimpered onto Dante's erection as he continued eat her out. Never in her life has she enjoyed pleasure quite like this – she sucked, she licked, she grazed her teeth along the sensitive flesh. Everything the DOA contestant was doing, he was quite enjoying it. No woman has ever gone out of her way to tend to his urges to this extend. Both his masculine and demonic side are being well satisfied from all these sexual advances from a woman that possesses all the traits that make her so much desired from the opposite sex. Just as he in return was driving her wild. He used his fingers to hold her open as his tongue darted even deeper inside her. He eagerly drank in all of her juices. He moaned and flexed his hips into her mouth. The sounds of his length sliding deep in her mouth and hitting the back of her throat were spurring him on. The swordmaster of hell attacked the british beau's clit and sucked ferociously, causing her to let go of his cock and let out a scream that she couldn't hold in. Dante internally smirked from it. Whenever his demonic side isn't enjoying the thrill of fighting strong enemies, it can appreciate the fine pleasures of making a human woman scream from either fear, dominance, pain or pleasure, relishing seeing any once of innocence that any woman holds within them be shown. Of course Dante's humanity is able to make sure that side of him doesn't get too carried away with the female gender.
Christie got right back to providing oral on her end. Not wanting to seem inadequate in being able to return the same energy that she is getting despite knowing what he is, she may be a human trying to keep up with a god amongst men but the challenge is just part of the fun. But every second that Dante was devouring her organ, it became harder and harder to keep enough of a clear head; getting swallowed up by her carnal urges.
The beautiful assassin increased her tempo but it wasn't the only thing, her goddess like moans and mewls became animalistic as she kept trying to pleasure her handsome partner, even the salty taste of his pre-cum was increasing her arousal. Dante hissed from the sensations of his member being sucked, feeling Christie's tongue swirling around his tip along with the pleasant gentle heat of her vulgar breathing has made this not only his first 69 but one he will always remember. With both hands, he grabbed her soft meaty asscheeks and spread them apart.
Christie's eyes involuntarily rolled back for a second before she focused back, becoming bolder, she pushed him as deep as he could go down her throat. She fought back the urge to gag as she deep-throated him, strings of saliva erupted through the seal her mouth had on the meat pipe.
But no matter how much she tried to sober up and power through, the force that Dante hit back was too much for her to bear. Finally, she was forced to submit and slide her mouth off Dante's member to squeal like a dominated whore. She began to seesaw her hips back and forth. As a last ditch effort, she grabbed hold of Dante's shaft and rapidly jacked him off, loud schlick schlick schlick schlick sounds cut into Christie's feminine mewling. "God you are-mmmh... such a- aah show off!" She retorted, Dante just simply took her cries as motivation to keep going, hitting her pleasure sensors, breaking down her walls like he has easily done before.
The killer beauty was getting very close, she desperately stroked the large dick so fast that her hand now moved like a blur. Groaning in frustration, her body betrayed her. "Ah the hell with it, just make me cum already!" Christie begged, getting dreadfully close to her release. She thrust her hips down pressing herself even closer to his mouth. She loved being able to completely let loose during sex.
The overwhelming sensation reached its tipping point and Christie came unthinkably hard on the devil stud's face, her howls of orgasm became well embedded in the demon's mind as his face was splashed all over while also receiving a huge mouthful of Christie's sex juice.
The cunning hitwoman layed sprawled on the demon's torso trying to catch her breath. Her luscious breast squished on the mercenary's amazing abs. "Okay... you win..." She said in a shaky breath as she stroked the still erect cock much more gently than before.
"Don't sell yourself short sweaty, you gave me my first face sitting...and my first 69..." Dante gave a contented sigh, getting a handful of her large ass, giving it a nice squeeze. "Definitely counts for something."
"First time for me too love." Christie flirted back as she manages to get up. "But enough games now, it's time for the big man part so get up." She orders, taking Dante's arm and pulling him over off the bed making him stand so she can lay back on the bed with her legs placed towards his direction hanging off the edge.
"Getting right back to the regular grind, no problem. Aching for the main action now anyway." Dante says, he quickly comes in, seeing the invitation of her spread legs wide enough to where her feet are pointing towards complete opposite sides of the room as he gets a good look at her incredibly wet and waxed pussy. Dante doesn't stare for too long, soon lining his cock up with her entrance as he pushes forward into her.
"Mmmmmmm... Of fuck! God I love... Mmmmm having this cock in me..." The stunning assassin already moans out even before half of his length slides into her. Further reminding her that this is by far the biggest cock she's ever taken before in her eventful to say the least life. She watches as that pole begins to pull back from out of her, but stopping short of a full withdrawal as he pushes right back forward into her to make them both groan out. "Ahhhh! Shit! Aren't you... so glad, you're your father's son?!" She says with moaning approval as the pumping motion starts getting established. She arches so her back is above the bed, her hands currently back behind for support as she sees her half demon lover in action. Her groans are showing she's already lost in a full haze of raw lust, and now is willingly taking his cock in and out of her snug pussy.
"MMMM... Ye-yeah, sometimes I do... Ahhhhh..." The white haired hunk admits, honestly stating the fact that as the result of being the son of Sparda, it has left him with a cock that definitely has a helping hand in making him a pre-selected man. Not to mention that it's allowing to firmly and steadily pump back and forth into a wonderfully tight pussy of a woman who would be way out of the league of 95 percent of men in the world. "Ahhhhhhh! But other times... MMMM! It's a damn curse..." He adds between his groans. His life hasn't exactly been something anyone could ask for with all the loss and trials he had to face but luckily though it has brought him a few one in a life time pleasures like being desired by women such as this curvy femme fatale that he's making moan out and soon enough scream.
"AHHHH... Don't worry honey... MMMMM... that's what I said I'll be here for... Uhhhhhh! To be your source of sunshine!" Christie grins, surprising him by wrapping her legs around his body to force him closer towards her curvaceous nude frame. That forces his cock deeper into that dampening snatch, and in turn makes their groans get louder as his crotch connects with hers. "FUCK! Oh shit... MMMMM! Fill me... AHHHH... The fuck up already..." She groans, her arms out of instinct wrapping around him to further ensure he's right up close and going nowhere. She soon gets a reward for her sinful action as his thrusts resume, plunging his rod smoothly in and out of her wet hole as if they'd been lovers for years.
"MMMMM... I admit... You Dead or Alive bunch... AHHHHHH... have made things interesting..." Dante says, wondering how lucky has he been to have been around a couple of stunning women before who had been surprisingly eager to get to know him to an extent. Now he's yet again getting buck wild with one of the DOA girls, thrusting his meaty pole straight into the talented beauty with her legs wrapped around him. Even with the life threatening concerns of others around him in the grand scheme of things, he's not foolish enough to not take advantage of himself of being able to nail this clearly horny and up for it stunner in front of him. That's exactly why he's thrusting his dick into her wet twat with stroke after long and steady stroke to make them both call out in delight.
"UHHHHH! I should fucking... AHHHHHH... fucking kiss Helena for finding out about you!" The woman who was an ex-employee of both Donovan & Helena grins as she grinds her pussy against the incoming thrusts that she's taking. She's at this point already far from caring if Helena finds out about how she's fucking the man that she's paying him to act as a bodyguard against her. The look on the french soprano's face would've been worth seeing if she sees them together in bed, the thought made Christie smile with glee as she moans and works her body against his stiff pumps. "MMMMM... Or should I say, summoning you... AHHH... hahaha... was that it?...UHHHHH... Did she use some sort of necronomicon to spawn you?... Mmmm, it would be fitting, she IS a witch afterall." Christie moans out with another intensely lusty look in her eyes as she takes this pumping from the man that she is not as quite attached to emotionally as she is sexually. Yet here she is, getting fucked as she sits on the bed with her body latched onto him to ensure his cock is only going one place – deeply into her wet snatch again and again.
"MMMMM... Guess ah, most of your... MMMM... Jobs never turn out this way?" Dante asks, even though the answer to that is pretty damn obvious. Considering his cock is buried deep inside the woman who he is supposed to be keeping an eye on, not fucking her. "If they did... MMMMM FUCK! I'd be in the wrong bloody line of work!" Christie smirks at him, finally untangling her legs and arms from around her unparalleled lover. "Come on, we're not done yet..." She adds, pushing him back so she can hop off from the bed, now turning around so she can lean forward over it, sticking her gorgeously rounded backside out towards him.
"Guess we aren't..." Dante half-mumbles, taking in the sight of such a beautiful woman so brazingly offering herself up to him on a silver platter again. The Son of Sparda moved up right behind Christie and grabbed her at her waist, having his tip grazing right at her entrance before pushing right back in.
"That's it... Back deep in me..." Christie said with a tone that made it to be more an order than a simple request. She got what she wanted soon enough, her body jolting forward towards the bed just from the first deep thrust into her love tunnel he delivered. To her groaning delight it was soon followed by another long, filling up thrust and then another as he soon broke into another pumping rhythm. "MMMMM... Show me... AHHHH... Show me how a demon claims a woman when she bends over for him." Christie almost purred as she looked back over her shoulder at the man now once again balls deep in her snug snatch. She certainly wasn't complaining as she took is fat inches, moaning each time he either pulled a few inches out or when he thrusts firmly into her. His crotch starting to slap off her sexily rounded ass cheeks every time he drove into her.
"MMMMM! Most girls, wouldn't... AHHHH... handle a demon! MMMMM! Fuck! Not even be close to... one." Dante boasted out, even with his looks, size and sexual abilities granted from his demon heritage, he's still finding it hard to believe he's gotten so lucky and not just with this stunner. Thankfully for him, his body is a gold mine of testosterone that he has no problem taking advantage of, keeping his hips steadily and swiftly moving back and forth in order to work his cock deep in her. "UHHHH! Even... Even when they do... MMM... most of them just do the very bare minimum..." Dante stated between his groans. He had a fantastic view of proceedings as he stared down at her jiggling ass cheeks as his crotch smacked off of her every time he pumped forward. That allowed him to watch his entire above average size vanish inside her cunt when he went balls deep, before a few inches of himself reappeared as he repeated the motion again and again.
"AHHHHH... Yessssss! MMMMM FUCK! Well I'm not... AHHHHH FUCK! most girls luv!" The stunning ivory skin woman moaned out, tossing her short white hair back so she can keep staring back with desire at the man driving his member not just so wonderfully deep into her needy, wet box, but being the best sex she's ever had, Christie moans loud and shameless as her desirable body shifts back and forth against the bed she's bent over. "UHHHHH! Keep... MMMMM! Keep it coming baby... AHHHHHH... Fuck me! MMMM..." Christie demands with her husky british accent as she gave her firm, luscious ass a good naughty spank; making her supple buttocks jiggle out of rhythm with his furious hammering, even as Dante is doing just that with pump after swift, hard, deep pump straight forwards into her tight snatch, feeling the wet silky walls of her womanhood milking him brought an amazing feeling that pulsed throughout his body, Dante was more than happy to meet the sexy killer's demands. Sweat is starting to form across her bare flawless skin as the sinful encounter continues. Christie is far from concerned about it dissolving her clean body smell, her breasts swinging wildly back and forth from the long good pounding she is getting from the beast of a man behind her and that she is loving so far.
"MMMMM! I'm not... AWWWWW SHIT! Exactly planning on stopping babe! AHHHH..." Dante said, knowing himself that as good as it feels to be so deep in her high quality pussy that this isn't just sex for the excuse of having sex on his part at least. Still, he's not letting Christie's "secret" motives hinder his enjoyment of a hot babe offering both her body and her emotional engagement and reassurance. Women who do that are hard to come by these days. It's what helps make sex fun between two attractive individuals and Dante keeps that in mind as he keeps the thrusts coming into Christie's delightfully wet and tight pussy from behind. Showing he's getting into it himself, his hands remain gripping her shapely hips as he pumps away into her love tunnel again and again. Both of their sexual duet of moans of pleasure are filling the air of the bedroom they're in, along with the sound of his body smashing off of her creamy skinned derriere each time he drives his big dick balls deep into that tight snatch.
"UHHHHH! OH FUCK YES! MMMMM... Don't stop Dante... AHHHHH FUCK!" Christie moaned out, seemingly showing that the man plowing her right now has conquered his way into her deep rooted desires, caught in the moment and calling out Dante's name in a sultry orgasm. Her pretty face now is resting on the bedding that she's bent over and being taken on, her eye catching mammeries rubbing against the surface as the rest of her still shifts back and forth in time with the hard thrusts she's taking. "MMMMM... Oh FUCK! AHHHHH FUCK! MMMMM DANTE! Oooooooh!" Christie groans again, eyes closed and barely caring about the messy strands of loose hair across her face as she lets pleasure overwhelm her again. Thankfully for her cock-drunk state, there's plenty more pumping for her to take as the half human, half demon behind her keeps sliding his dick swiftly in past her slick Goldstone plunge in deep. Every time he bottoms out, she feels his strong pelvis slam against her soft booty, making her feel just how much masculinity he has.
This did not go unnoticed by the demon hunter. This was the first time hearing the gorgeous british assassin cry his name in lust during sex. Is she starting to get a little too attached? Nahh... it's just that good old love and sexy magic that he's working on her, it will pass, not that he doesn't think Christie would be waifu material, not only is she good looking, so far she's also shown she knows how to treat her man. But there's still the issue of her trying to kill Helena and he can't let that happen, no matter how much she grants him access to her curvaceous body. "Ohohoho, looks like I've made too much of an impression on you." Dante says as he pulls out out of her snatch. "Maybe I should dial it back-"
Christie's eyes snap open with a glare "Who told you to fucking stop?!" She snaps, getting up and grabbing her current beau to send him sprawling over onto his back onto the mattress. "Whoa girl!" Dante was caught by surprise from her sudden feral horny outburst. He was about to comment but was cut off when the lust-drunk beauty now climbs up onto the bed and mounts him, using her hands to pin him down.
"No. FUCKING. Breaks." Christie grins down devilishly at him, "Do that again and I'll make another building fall on top of you." Christie threatened before she reaches down to grip his big cock in order to line it up with herself. "Wait until... Uhhhhhhh! I'm fucking done with you..."
The femme fatale makes good on the vow as she lowers herself all the way down onto his cock, giving them both a moment to groan as she moves her hands to place them onto Dante's chest for support. Then she starts to bounce that sexily curved body sharply up and down on his fat rod. 'Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!' The smack of skin hitting off of skin rings out once again each time she drops her frame and takes his pole in to the hilt into her still needed but pleasurable snug pussy. It's unsurprising therefore that the previous surprise from the man who had been tossed into position here have now vanished as he moans out from her wild to say the least actions that see her now riding away on his dick.
'Clap! Clap! Clap!' "AHHHH FUCK! OH FUCK YEAH!" ' Clap! Clap! Clap!' "AHHHHHH YESSSSS!" 'Clap! Clap! Clap!' "MMMM AH GOD FUCKING YES!" 'Clap! Clap!' Christie moans out, increasingly looking like a desperate slut than the professional international assassin she's supposed to be. As sweat drips off of her face and exposed body, her hair flying as she roughly bounces herself up and down on his huge fuck-stick, she couldn't care less if anyone saw her right now. She needed the sexual high that was building inside her as a result of his shaft. "UHHHHHHH! YES DANTE... AHHHHHHH KEEP FUCKING ME DANTE!" Christie screamed out, her large breasts bouncing away which are now also covered in sweat, giving Dante a wonderful show of her big sweaty tits bouncing. Same time her sizable and rounded butt cheeks were jiggling away, smacking off of the body of the hot guy underneath her. Such was the energy and force she was putting behind giving herself the ride of her life on THE biggest cock she's ever seen, and will likely ever see. And she is one hundred percent sure that he is enjoying it quite well himself.
"UHHHHH! Guess... MMMMM... this is why you shouldn't... AHHHHH FUCK!... leave a woman... MMMMM.. wanting more..." Dante figures, just going with it seeing it's keeping Christie bouncing away on his cock that's stuffed deep into her snatch. He grips her hips, starting to meet her motion with stiff thrusts of his own in order to send his manhood slamming up into her when she drops down against his body. Now that sound of skin meeting skin is even louder than before, as are their moans as he now rams his dick right up into the wet, tight vag being slid back and forth along his booty hunting gun. That's to both of their moaning and as shameless as ever delight as this sexual encounter continues out at an even steamier pace as before.
"OH YES DANTE! YES! AHHHHH FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! OH YOU'RE SO AMAZING! AHHHHHHH OHHHHHH!" The European model screams out in delight, lost in her own world of pleasure and own desires for her current partner as she slapped her own ass again like the naughty girl that she is. It's clearly spurring her on to keep bouncing up and down on this big dick as if her life depends on it. Well... it most likely seems her sanity depends on it. "UHHHH! YESSSS!... AHHHHHHH FUCK! MMMM FUCK ME DANTE... OH DANTE YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD!" Christie gasps out, sweat dripping off her nose and strands of her white hair sticking to her face as she shifts smoothly back and forth against each and every hard thrusts being delivered up into her gushing pussy. As she works her body with the skills of a seasoned pornstar, her hands slid across the chest and abs of the man who she has known for less than a week but is riding him as if they've been fuck-buddies for years; pleasuring herself not just with his large sex organ but also his very desirable body.
"AHHHH... Holy Shit! MMMMM... AHHHHH SHIT! Fuck... fucking hell! MMMM..." Dante groans out, just staring at and watching the stunning, damp with sweat body of the stunning underground killer for hire riding away on his dick like a woman possessed. Reaching his hands around to full on grab her soft wide hips, deciding to luxuriate in his own lust as he feels up all of that junk that Christie is packing in her trunk that she has given the devil slayer all exclusive access to. Dante like any man would is taking full advantage of her trance-like state, continuing to slam his cock hard and fast into her dripping wet, but still nicely tight pussy as Christie rocks against those thrusts. "MMMMM... Yeah that's right, ride the horse baby... MMMMM... ride it ride it ride it!" Dante groans out under his deep breaths. Giving Christie's pristine jiggling ass cheek a nice smack! that was more loud than the white haired couple's combined moans and the constant smack of skin. Christie squealed in delight with a wide grin as the spank made her jolt, her signature white hair flung from the sudden jerk of her body as she looked down at the best lover she had and will ever have and mostly likely last lover she will ever have and licked her lips provocatively, taking advantage of his supernatural stamina and loving every bit of it. Any normal man wouldn't be able to hold firm from her assault and bursted their load already. Dante himself was loving the tight feeling all around his cock as he pumps away into that wet, hot twat being pushed back against each of their strokes.
"AHHHHHH YES! D-DANTE... D-DANTE! DAAAAAANTEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHH! With wide eyes and mouth hanging open, Christie starts to orgasm all over the cock of Dante underneath her. Now though she's just jolting roughly on that dick still pumping balls deep up into her snatch. Her juices flowed out over him, sinfully dripping all the way down onto the bed they've been fucking on. The devil hunter was treated to the heavenly feeling of her smooth warm feminine walls tightening down on his male package. "OH FUCK! UHHHHH..." Dante grunts, his strong hands roaming over Christie's womanly curves.
Feeling the last waves of pleasure, the european bombshell collapsed down on top of the man she's trying to reel in over to her side. Such is the power of this orgasm to remember as she groans out, still shifting against him each time a thrust is sent between her soaking wet folds. Lost in her feminine desires for the apex amongst masculine hunks that her body is pressed against and her face a few inches away from his, panting from both the physical output of her intense cowgirl performance and the overwhelming pleasure of pure ecstasy that she was able to get from it. Christie's needs were not mellowed out quite yet as her model like body being right up on his muscles made her still horny for the handsome devil.
She's never been made so wet by a man before afterall.
Driven by her impulses, she smooshed her lips down onto his in a fiery display of heat, their tongues danced together as the white haired duos locked lips. The beautiful britain moaning sensually into the kiss, raiding the gunslinger's mouth with feral passion.
Sitting up like he did before at the beginning with the seductive hitwoman, he flipped over their roles; now having the Dead or Alive beauty lying on her back. "Now that you're all taken care of, you just sit back and let me close the show." Dante quipped as he grabbed her long bare legs and dragged her over to the edge of the bed.
The drop dead gorgeous britain couldn't help but draw her gaze downwards, to the sight of her partner's still-stiff dick. Her pussy was still pulsing with the echoes of her orgasms, but the sight of him, his strong spectacular ideal physique for attracting the female gaze and his still hard and ready monster between his legs, awoke that sweet, tense feeling in her stomach again. She met his icy blue eyes.
"Go on luv, you have unrestricted privilege." She said sending him her trademark playful smirk.
Dante returned the smirk, and pulled up until his johnson was lined up with her opening, his cock only inches from her. He hooked her hands beneath her knees and lifted them until her long shapely legs were at around a 90-degree from her torso.
The shape of her rump was emphasized in this position, making it appear more plump and juicy for his pleasure.
The inhumane gun marksman settled on his stance and leaned forward, taking Christie's legs against his body. His cock slipped inside her soaking wet pussy with absolutely no resistance and Christie felt his hard, hot shaft filling her body; her mind went white with overwhelming pleasure. Then Dante began to move his hips, a fierce rocking motion that managed to press deep inside of her, the head of his cock stroking the inside of her pussy in a maddening rhythm.
As Dante thrusts in and out of her, she couldn't help but reach out to pull him closer, spreading her legs wider to wrap them around his torso and running her hands up and down the muscles of his chest and arms, like a drowning person grasping for a handhold. She moaned with need and joy... even with his devilish good looks, it was still a bit shameful that something not human but a demon from hell could make her feel like this... but somehow that just made the feelings more intense. Dante leaned closer, keeping his strokes steady and cupping her face between his hands.
Dante continued his movements, thrusting in and out, pushing Christie's body off and on his manhood. Still feeling in the after-effects of her intense climax, the former spy for Donovan started to moan again, albeit softer than before.
After a minute, Dante started to grunt louder; a sign that he himself was approaching his own climax. Christie can feel Dante's cock moving inside her, seeming to grow larger... twitching and throbbing as it prepared to explode.
However, instead of letting Dante finish inside her womanhood, Christie wanted to do something a little different this time. Mustering all of her will and energy she had left, the curvaceous woman pushed herself off his shaft and quickly moved to get off the mattress and went down on her knees right in front of the supernatural stud. She grabbed the primed to release cock with her right hand and began to rapidly ejaculate it, moving her mouth close to the tip as she gave him a knowing smile.
Dante was surprised but immediately understood what she wanted. "Oh, you want that, huh?"
"I came into your mouth, its only fare I let you do the same." She responded with eyes laced with heavy sin.
Dante's grin broadened, completely down with filling up her pretty mouth with his seed... despite it not being normal human sperm. "Alright then, open wide." He said huskily as he grabbed possession of his shaft from her and started to jerk himself off to his finish. He placed his other hand behind her head, slightly holding it in place. "Actually... come here, put your mouth over just my tip... yeah, just like that. Hold still"
The british bombshell obliged, following through with her declaration of servicing his fantasies any time he wants and wrapped her soft lips around his member close to the end while still leaving enough space for Dante's hand to stroke his length to his finish, showing no hesitation, ready to drink his specimen after all the hard work she's done.
Dante was nearing his end. As he was working himself hard and fast, he felt his dick begin to twitch and throb. Unable to hold back his moans and grunts, he made himself ready to give the lovely white haired woman exactly what she wants. As he was doing this, Christie helped a little by swirling her tongue around his tip, savoring the mix of his and her juices, adding to the building pleasure. Furiously stroking off, his groans increased in both frequency and intensity as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge and finally let himself go.
Christie noticed Dante shudder, heard him groan, and felt his manhood throb as he had his own orgasm. Less than a second later, thick hot white goo explodes from Dante's third gun directly inside her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh!" "Mgh! Mmmmgh!" Both the attractive white haired caucasians moaned together as Dante's noise was loud as he was relieving himself of his spunk load while Christie's was muffled as she held her hold with her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as her mouth was being pumped full rapidly with his warm creamy sperm. 'Glurch slrch glupp' Faint, wet noises gurgled inside her mouth. The salty masculine flavor of his creamy cum took over her taste buds. No sooner had the taste hit her tongue, her entire body that was still feeling the afterglow shivered with unrestrained bliss.
Rope after rope continued to shoot into Christie's overflowing mouth as her cheeks started to puff. She was doing her best to keep up with the rate of flow that this godly jizz was coming in while at the same time, was trying to keep the seal formed around the tip of his penis. Though the large about of jizz was threatening to spill out of her mouth as well as triggered a slight gag reflex, she stayed strong, not wanting to waste a single drop of the treat that she has thoroughly earned.
Christie began to swallow down some of the cream to make room for the man gravy that Dante was still exploding into her mouth, making audible gulping sounds (though it is unclear if she was doing that on purpose), savoring the taste of her greatest lover, the pure essence of him. She moaned with satisfaction.
Dante continued to orgasm, gritting his teeth, his cock throbbed with every shot as he unloaded jet after jet of hot, thick seed into Christie's mouth, he can feel his cum splashing onto his sensitive tip and fully envelope it. It felt so good doing it and he was glad that he had the sperm storage to be able to do it and a hot babe that is completely down with it.
Dante finally stopped, his manhood now spent, before he pulled out, he gave his length a few last tugs to squeeze out the last of his male juice. He moaned in contempt, he pulled his softening member out, thin strings of cum mixed with spit strummed out while loosely connected between her lips and his cock head, dropping down further as Dante pulled away. A few drops of jizz spilled out and dripping down her chin. With playful eyes, she showed her mouthful of Dante's cum, letting the taste linger for while, clearly showing how much she enjoyed it on her end. If anyone saw Christie the way she is right now, they would think she is just a cheap hopeless slut who all she is good for is servicing men and being their cum dumpster, a complete far cry from the world infamous, indomitable, proud assassin, a woman who was tasked to eliminate some of the most dangerous high value targets and come out successful and competed against the best hand to hand fighters in the world in her time as a hitwoman that she is.
The demon hunter flashed his own delighted grin. He couldn't help but feel a certain type of high that one gets when they see something that they enjoy more than they expected. "Wow, you are such a nymphomaniac."
To further add to the erotic display, the beautiful vixen gulped down the male cream but not all of it. She tilted her head up and began gargling the seamen like she was using mouth wash. Bubbles splashed around in her cheeks and tongue. The taste remained strong and musky. After the extra mile of putting on a show, she finally let the remaining of the load slide down her throat. The deadly viper stuck her tongue out to the devil to show that it's all gone.
After all that she looked up at the stylish mercenary with a teasing grin out in abundance.
"Have you done that before?" Dante asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Now I have." Christie cooed seductively after a short pause.
"Heh, kinda way too into it for that to be your first time babe."
"You're just that special darling, incase you haven't figured that out yet." Christie responded as she batted her eyelashes at him. Now that Christie was coming down from her sexual high, she couldn't help but notice her presentable state or lack of it. After all that physical conditioning that she has given herself from that wild carnal grind, it left her body covered in sweat. Not to mention there was still a few drops of Dante's load still sticking to her chin. "Oh poo, looks like I have to freshen up all over again after I just got out of the shower." Christie mock pouted.
"Hey, you should have thought of that before sweetheart."
Before she replied, the ivory skinned mynx just simply shrugged, Christie looked at the remaining cum still sticking to Dante's shaft. She took his spent cock in her hand and gave it one last suck. She wrapped her lips around the man's shaft and swirled her tongue around his inches in loving licks as she strokes her mouth with a much more reserved pace.
After cleaning off his length, Christie pulled off, the sly cunning woman licked her lips and flashed a predatory smile. "Worth it." She said, feeling up his godly abs. "Wouldn't you say? I know I took a lot of stress off your shoulders."
Christie rose to her feet, feeling fully revived. Now feeling chipper than ever, with that nice fixing of his desirable body, it made her able to stave off her needs for a while. After her needs were taken care of and giving the handsome devil her 'special service', she headed off to the shower again. If she had to deal with Helena again, she knew the French saprano would be an even bigger pain in the ass if she didn't clean up first and wash away the sweat and cum she built up during her strenuous fucking.
"Now unless you enjoy walking around with my scent rubbed all over your face, I suggest you do the same... ladies first though." Christie said with such sultryness as she cat walked back to the bathroom. Her supple porcelain hips swaying from side to side, providing Dante an enticing little show of what he was already given multiple times at this point before her fully nude form turned in out of view.
'She definitely upped the ante this time.' Dante thought as he sighed in relief. All of a sudden-
'CRASH!'
The bed that the two partners shared last night finally gave way under the pressure of the previous fucking they'd done.
Dante just simply looked over his shoulder with a quirked eyebrow and then turned back to see his unconventional ally lean her body into view from the bathroom doorway. "Uhh, your bed's wrecked babe." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.
"Oh that's okay, we'll just do the same to your bed one day and we're even." She playfully said before disappearing back into the next room. Dante only gave a slight groan at that. Dante really hope she never comes to his home while certain women are also there. Given his history with them, it is just a recipe for disaster.
PREIVIEW: Time skip between chapters 33 & 34
Charles De Gaulle International Airport, Terminal 1
Paris, France
Helena's limousine pulled in right next to the row of departure flight entrances. One entrance in particular, was privately reserved for high executive DOATEC personal. A security personnel stood ready and opened the passenger door. Right away the french billionaire walked out, beckoning the others to follow.
Kokoro, Helena's half-sister, emerged from the luxury purposed vehicle after and Helena took her hand and began to speed walk through the entrance despite the japanese teen's state of fatigue.
Dante and Christie followed behind just a few paces after, not wanting to risk fusing Helena's temper even further.
"Come on, let's go." The daughter of Fame Douglas ordered as she walked briskly.
The four did not have to worry about checking in or getting screened at security as Helena provided them unrestricted access through the terminal which Dante was honestly thankful for, he always hated that part about airports and were now making their way towards the gate where their private plane was waiting for them.
"Sorry girls, I gotta pee wicked bad." Dante announced as he slipped into the nearby men's room.
"I'll wait here for our eye candy here Helena, make sure he doesn't miss our flight." Christie said as she leaned against the wall.
"Okay fine, our plane takes off in 15 minutes, gate C10. Don't be late, come on Kokoro." Helena said in a strict tone and walked off with the asian girl, leaving her two hired guns.
A few seconds have gone by and Christie noticed a sex shop. A lewd idea popped into her mind. "Dante, meet us in the plane, gate C10, okay hun?" Christie yelled into the restroom.
"Yeah sure alright." Dante's voice echoed out.
It had been a wild hellish night for Christie. Even for a cold blooded assassin like her, it was a bit more than she could handle on a regular basis. Going through the events of a peaceful night at the penthouse turned into a warzone. She ended up fighting the legendary dragon ninja hand to hand, then suffered a very potent knock out gas that gave her immunity a run for its money, then was nearly blown away by an attack helicopter, was practically stared down by death itself in the form of a pissed off Ryu, and worst all, had to put up with another one of Helena's temper tantrums.
The femme fatale had just about enough for tonight. She just wanted to wash the soot and grime off of her, have a drink and get fucked by Dante. It had only been two days since her last sexploit with the demon hunter of the team but all that trouble made it feel like it had been forever and now she needs her craving for a paradise getaway of incomparable ecstasy that only one man in the world can provide. Christie couldn't help but chuckle at the analogy since she is at the airport looking like she is about to go on a holiday.
If she never met Dante, she would've found the first strapping dashing man to blow off some steam with. But now any other man will just be a downgrade that she will not settle for.
But this time she wanted to make things more... interesting than the previous times that she was able to seduce the demon boy. Christie is NOT a woman of repetitive habits and that includes in bed. Especially with a man like Dante & surviving this night, she feels like raising the bar with a bit more extreme play.
Walking into the XXX shop, Christie scanned the items as she had to be quick. She had to decide what she can use to spice up their naughty time. The store had a decent selection of novelty items: simple stuff like sexy lingerie and undergarments, skimpy satin bras, thong-cut panties, laced-trimmed stockings, suspender belts, garter straps and sheer negligees to name a few but she has already surprised Dante with that sort of thing.
She delved deeper to more dirty shameful items: whips, chains, padded handcuffs, ankle spreader bars, ball-gags, nipple clamps.
Her eyes stopped on the...artificial organs, vibrators of various qualities, mostly the male ons. More specifically the strap-ons. A blissful smile spread on her face, reminiscing the times of her sticking other women who have more adorably submissive personality than her. However, there was one thing that she wanted to try and that is pegging a man with a strap-on.
Sadly for her, she's gonna need to take a rain check on that, considering the man that Dante is, it is gonna take A LOT of persuasion for him to be comfortable with the idea. Not to say she isn't turned on when Dante asserts himself as the dominate charismatic sex demon that he is but it would be nice if she gets to play her games too.
Scanning around more, she notices the shelves displaying certain boosters. Sex lubricants to be exact. The snow haired assassin immediately thought about it's primary use.
Anal sex.
A woman giving her back door to her man has always been a divided subject in sex. A lot of women wouldn't even wanna entertain the idea of putting it in her ass.
Christie is aware that it's not for everyone but she's a firm believer that every woman should try it at least once. Of course the stunning hitwoman didn't wanna give her ass to just anyone. She wanted to wait for the right man to allow entrance to her booty. She tapped her chin playfully, wondering if her Dante is finally some one worthy of taking her anal virginity. 'Come on luv, as if the answer wasn't obvious.' She rolled her eyes, chastising herself as she made to grab a bottle of lube off the shelf, so it was decided. And being pretty sure that her most special lover will be open minded for it, she was going to let Dante be the first man to fuck her ass.
But before she approached the cashier, she paused and looked at the XXX product for a second. A thought that she ended up considering, she looked around the shop and spotted just what she is gonna need as well. Christie plucked up a little rectal enema syringe, simple design, easy to use. If she was going to do this, she needed to prepare herself and get cleaned out to help make this pleasant for both of them and make sure they don't end up having a shitty time... okay fine, pun intended.
Christie jogged over to the clerk and placed the items on the counter. "Bonjour, juste ceux-là" (Hello, just these.) She spoke courteously.
The clerk began scanning the adult products. He couldn't help but think the woman purchasing these items was quite beautiful, he wondered who the lucky bastard that this model was buying these for is. Must be a very handsome man or a very rich man. "Très bien, ça fera huit euros, s'il vous plaît." (Alright, that will be eight euros, please)
Christie handed him the exact amount. Bagging her purchases and thanked the employee with a "Merci" before turning and running to the plane.
Once she boarded, she was greeted by her 'wonderful full of sunshine' boss. She stood, with her hands rested on her hips, a frown on her face.
"Where's Dante?" She asked.
"Told him to meet us here, wanted to do a last minute shopping." Christie held up the bad.
"What is it? What do you have in that bag? Show me." Helena demanded, squinting her eyes at the killer.
Christie only held her smirk. Taking out the x-rated objects. She held the bottle of lube in one hand and the syringe bulb with the other. "Just a little surprise I have planned for Dante." She wiggled them a bit. "You do know what these are for, right?"
Helena could only scoff in disgust and walked into her personal cabin, she had to ask.
Christie just shrugged with her usual smirk like she had won an argument. "Alright Dante, get ready for tonight's special." She said as she walked to the loo.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading. Hope you all liked this chapter.
I kinda felt like that little preview for the next Christie lemon was better served as a set up here instead of waiting to put it in her next coming smut chapter. Cause if I wrote it in the beginning of the next DOA: The Devil Factor sex scene, I feel like I would've had to end up writing a lot more for the sake of the pacing. So this was a good way to set up that the next Christie chapter will finally have this stories first anal scene.
As for the next chapter, let's just say it's gonna be a threesome between Dante and a pair of twin sisters.
That will be all.
The sun may have set but it will soon rise again.