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“What’s your major again?” Dante managed, just barely, to sit up and show some interest in the stack of heavy books that Patty had dropped on his desk. He chose one off the top and flipped it open, skimming through the pages until he found a picture of the Venus of Willendorf, and held it up to show her.
“Paleo-philological epigraphy.” Patty rolled her eyes and tugged the book from his hands. He allowed it, looking at her with the slightly puzzled expression of someone who wasn’t quite sure where the years had gone. She’d been offended by how surprised he’d been when she announced she was starting university, at least until she’d figured out why. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she had any academic interests, just that he’d somehow missed the part where she’d gotten old enough to enroll.
“Sounds fake.”
“It’s mostly self-directed.” Patty returned the book to the pile and selected another one, much older, a slim volume bound in leather. “I’m designing my program as I go, and this background will help me develop the skills I need to complete my field-work.”
“Field-work as in...?” Dante prompted.
“Studying and translating inscriptions that feature demonolatry and demonological linguistics. There are Hell Gates all over the world and most of the time, no one knows what they are anymore.”
“Which is generally for the best.”
“If no one lives nearby, then yes, of course, but if they’re in a community, and people can’t read the warnings on them, then they’re a huge hazard. I mean, look at the corruption in Fortuna-”
“I think that’s an extreme case, but-”
“But I’m not here to defend my thesis to you,” Patty answered, businesslike. She opened the small book, found the page she was after, and held it out to Dante. “Recognize the writing?”
She knew his answer by the way his expression darkened, and flipped a few more pages. “I have Alan Lowell’s journals too. And Arkham’s. And this one-”
Dante cut her off with a look, but she stood her ground, cleared her throat, and continued.
“And this one, like many others, contains references to sites that warrant further exploration. There are fragments of texts at the university that could be utilized to help people, if we could only understand them. And the best way to do that is to find the original inscriptions. Luckily, there’s a giant resource, right here in town. Looming over it, in fact.” Patty stepped around Dante’s desk and closed the distance between them. She wasn’t quite tall enough to loom over Dante, even when he was sitting down, so she climbed up to sit on his desk instead.
“Absolutely fucking not,” Dante growled.
“It’s vital to my research,” Patty answered, calmly.
“You’re an undergrad. You’re not doing that level of research.”
“Don’t talk down to me. I managed to translate all of Alan’s notebooks by the time I was sixteen. I have a lot of work to do.”
“He was a sorcerer.”
“No shit, Dante. Do you think my life got screwed up by demons by sheer bad luck? I’ve got a whole line of ancestors that fucked around with this bullshit.”
Dante raised an eyebrow, as though he still wasn’t quite used to hearing her swear. “Well, then, you recognize the risk of that, better than most I’d say.”
“You and me both,” Patty drawled. “I know I’m not responsible for my relatives, or their actions, but I’m good at this stuff, and I can use it to help people.”
Dante sighed, his gaze drifting towards the window. Patty leaned back into his view.
“And I’m going up there, with or without you. But to sweeten the deal, I even have money to pay you.”
Dante frowned at her. “Keep it.”
Patty smiled at him until he rolled his eyes and looked away. “That’s great,” she said. “I’d like to start tomorrow morning. I’ll meet you here, and we can take the bike over. I’ll bring my helmet.”
Dante stared at her like he was watching a situation go out of control, but not sure how to stop it.
“Fine,” he said, kicking his feet up on his desk and returning to his magazine. Patty picked up her books and saw herself out.
*
Patty spent her entire train-ride back to campus wondering if Dante could smell her attraction to him. She tugged her hat down over her face to hide her blush and squeezed her legs together. It was almost embarrassing to think about how much she wanted him now. She couldn’t even call it a childish crush because when she’d been younger, she’d known better. At least then she’d still had a healthy dose of contempt for him. Now all she had was an insatiable curiosity.
Her stop arrived and Patty used her elbows to squeeze through the crowd, gouging any man who didn’t move fast enough. Dante teased her about not growing taller all the time he’d known her, but that wasn’t entirely true. Dante was just a fucking giant, so much bigger than her to begin with, and he’d only bulked up with age. Patty used her dainty frame like a linebacker and plowed through the remaining stragglers blocking her path. She’d seen Lady do something similar to a horde of Lust demons once.
Patty ignored the muttered exclamations behind her and hefted her books. She jogged through the campus, avoiding both students and faculty, and breathed a sigh of relief once she was back in her dorm room. She dropped her books on her desk and climbed onto her bed, lifting her skirt to press one hand over the front of her panties. She was soft, and wet, and Dante must’ve known. Probably explains his wtf expression.
She wasn’t quite sure how to approach Dante about what she wanted, which was, namely, for Dante to acknowledge that she was an adult. And then for him to fuck her brains out a couple times. She wasn’t after an offer of marriage or any sort of romantic shit, or anything. Just a good friendly fuck or two to get it out of her system and satisfy her curiosity so she could move on with her life. Her grades were going to slip if she kept fantasizing in class. And that was doubly stupid, because she knew Dante wasn’t worth her time, not really. Not that she didn’t adore him as a friend, not that he hadn’t saved her life multiple times. Dante had issues that didn’t have anything to do with her. He went through life only half paying attention until it was time to kill something, and that drove Patty utterly insane.
She slid one hand into her panties and tucked the other up under her shirt to tease at her nipples. They stiffened under her fingertips, and she let herself enjoy the sensation before trailing her hand over her belly. She delved into her folds, warm and slick already, and thought about Dante’s hands on her, Dante’s tongue on her clit. Part of her mind taunted her, mocked her for wanting an older man to fuck her, but the rest of her was thinking about how strong Dante was, how he could just pick her up like it was nothing. He could fuck her however he wanted, fuck her mouth, her pussy, her ass, and there’d be nothing she could do about it. Patty groaned, stuck on the idea of being held down and taken. She rolled onto her belly so she could grind harder into her hand, muffling her gasps into her pillow.
She thought about his weight on her, pinning her down, moving her however he liked. Maybe she’d squirm, and he’d pull her arms behind her back to stop her. Maybe he’d drag his cock along her pussy, teasing her, and then sink into her ass instead. Patty squeezed her legs together, the tops of her inner thighs soaked. That would have to hurt, she sensed. Dante would be so big, and hard, and she would be so small under him, he would fill her up completely-
Patty came hard, pressing her face into her pillow, pretending that Dante had shoved her there. She rubbed at her clit while her hips jerked involuntarily, and kept at it until the sensation blurred into pain.
“Fuck, you’ve got it bad,” she mumbled to herself, catching her breath. After a few minutes, she rolled off her bed and went to get ready for class.
*
The next day, Patty chose a skirt and blouse that were mostly practical for climbing through a demonic ruin and that didn’t scream I’m luring you somewhere desolate to make an inappropriate pass at you. Much to her surprise, Dante was ready and waiting for her at the office door, looking freshly showered and dressed in his hunting gear. He had Rebellion slung across his back, glittering and ominous and humming with dark power. Patty greeted Dante warmly and tried not to think about him bending her over his motorcycle.
The main problem with seducing Dante, she’d decided, was ensuring his participation. Patty remembered meeting a few of his “overnight guests” during the time she’d stayed with him, off and on. Never the same person twice in a row, but some of them would turn up again, months later, for another round. No one ever seemed to get attached, and Dante appeared to prefer it that way. But lately, unless he was sneaking out to pick up dates and fuck them in hotels (or more cheaply, the city park), Dante was in a bit of a dry-spell. With anyone else, she’d expect that would help her cause, but with Dante it just meant that he’d stopped thinking about other people and about being a person himself, and she couldn’t have that. She needed Dante to look at her and actually see her. And then fuck me. Hopefully.
They travelled to the tower without incident. Dante tensed under her hands as he drove further under its desolate shadow. Patty took the opportunity to hold on tightly to Dante, feeling the thrum of the engine under her, Dante’s warmth between her thighs. They parked on a small patch of ground clear of rubble, and Patty got her first up-close look at the tower. She felt Dante come up and stand behind her, gazing up at the ruin.
Part of the appeal of the Temen-Ni-Gru, notwithstanding the demonological research potential and familial angst inflicted upon Dante by dragging him up there, was the sheer amount of small demonic gates that opened and spewed forth hellspawn the second they set foot in the tower. Just one step through the hideous outer gates and demons were crawling down the walls and out of the floor to get at them.
Patty wasn’t afraid. She knew Dante wouldn’t let them touch her. It revved her up to watch him fight, the sheer power of it, his strength obliterating the demons so easily she almost felt bad for them. She knew he liked it too, had watched him fight enough to know that bloodlust flowed to lust and back again. And she knew he could smell her, when he came back to where she was standing. Saw it in the way he looked at her, and then didn’t say anything, stepping a little further away from her than he needed to.
The day went well.
Patty managed to document a wealth of archaic engravings in a multitude of forgotten languages. She took rubbings of the inscriptions with paper and charcoal when the demonic energy messed up her camera (her cellphone had died immediately upon entry). She filled half a notebook with theories and observations to work on. She watched Dante slaughter an abundance of hellspawn and look good doing it.
They fell into a pattern. Dante would suggest a likely area to find carvings, they’d head in that direction, demons would attack, and Dante would kill them. Patty gathered data for her thesis while Dante stood guard, and then they’d move on to the next room. She stood too close to him, and eventually he stopped moving away. She didn’t ask him about his brother, or Arkham. She didn’t think it would be conducive to her combined academic and seduction plans. She watched him carefully though, how he looked down certain hallways and then refused to take her that way, how he deliberately skipped some chambers. She would’ve felt worse for making him come here, except that if he really couldn’t deal with it, he would’ve sent Lady or Trish with her instead.
*
Towards the middle of the afternoon, Patty watched Dante go to skewer a bloodgoyle and deliberately got in the way, so that Dante had to physically pick her up and move her to safety.
She clung to his arms, not at all scared, and when the demon was dispatched by gunshot she stumbled into him on purpose, pressing her breasts against him, her panties soaked. He moved to push her away, gently, but she refused, blocking the motion, leaning towards the wall and hoping he’d crush her against it.
“Patty,” he said warningly, because by this point he knew exactly what was up, if not why, and even if he was aroused from the fighting, he wasn’t about to just jump on her.
“Dante,” she returned firmly, looking into his eyes. His mouth firmed into a line.
“This isn’t happening.”
Patty shrugged. “I think it should happen at least once. But that’s just my opinion. I’m not going to force you into it.” She reached behind her head and pulled her long hair out of its bun, shaking it free. “I think it will be fun, and good for me, and good for you.”
“The fuck, Patty?”
“Don’t overthink it. I’m working through some stuff, and I’d appreciate your help with it.”
Dante blinked at her. “You need… someone your own age. Someone in your classes, maybe.”
“That sounds terrible, and you know it.”
“Terrible or not, it’s the better option.”
“I don’t think fucking you will be terrible.”
“You’re not going to know, one way or the other,” Dante said, a little defensively.
Patty reached under her skirt to wriggle out of her panties, watching Dante as he refused to look at her. “C’mon, Dante, I know you’re a little agitated from the fight. I’m a lot agitated from watching you. Help a girl out.”
“You’re eighteen.”
“Yes, and already sick of fucking useless boys.” It was… a bit of an exaggeration, but true in spirit. “I’ll bet you can just pick me up, and have me here against the wall, and it’ll feel so nice. I’m so soft inside, and wet, and you’ll fill me up so good.” She giggled. “Wow, I’m really winding myself up, here.” She dragged a finger through her folds, and sucked her own juices off it. Dante swallowed, and looked like he was trying to decide whether to throw her off the tower, or jump off himself.
“It’s not appropriate.”
“What’s not appropriate was some rich bitch using me as a decoy to avoid attacks when I was eight. I’m legal age. Do you think I’m going to run and blab this to everyone? This is a private matter between the two of us.” Patty tugged her shirt off over her head. “I’m not even asking you for foreplay,” she laughed. “Watching you slice up that Blitz earlier really did it for me, I’m just saying.”
“That’s fucked.”
“You like the slaughter too. Probably more than me.” Patty shrugged, and added, “you’re good at what you do, and that’s hot.” She unclasped her bra and dropped it at her feet. “Come here and touch me.” She tugged down her skirt and nimbly stepped out of it, standing before him in just her hiking boots. “Are you really gonna make me get myself off up here?” She palmed one soft breast, her thumb sliding over the nipple. “I could have left my clothes on for that. Come here,” she said again, and this time Dante took three grudging steps towards her, reaching to pick up her discarded clothing.
Patty kicked it further from her, reached out and caught his hand. She placed it firmly on her breast, and held it there when he flinched.
“Patty,” he growled, warningly, but at least he was looking at her. She could see how dark his eyes were, how his breathing was just the slightest bit faster than usual. That was probably more from the fighting than her, at this point, but Patty didn’t care.
“No one’s gonna judge you for helping out a friend.”
“I’ll judge me.”
Patty moved so her back rested against the stone wall, pulling Dante with her. He followed, obediently if not willingly, and Patty knew she’d won. “I might change my mind about the foreplay,” she announced, standing on tiptoe to reach behind his neck and draw him down to her. He didn’t resist her very much, kneeling down and allowing her to pull his face into her breasts. “I’m betting you could make me feel very, very good. Before I make you feel very, very good.” She felt his tongue flick over her nipple, and then he looked up at her.
“And of course,” she added helpfully, “you could always punish me for putting you in this position.”
“You’re insane,” he muttered, the effect somewhat ruined because his mouth was pressed against her warm flesh.
“Not at all,” Patty replied, reasonably. “I’ve wanted this for a while, and it’s distracting me from my studies. This solves both our problems.”
“I don’t have a problem,” Dante said, a little defensive.
“Oh, I think you do,” Patty replied. “You’ve been drifting again. Not caring. Not feeling things. Sitting in the dark. Everyone’s noticed, they just didn’t want to say it.”
“Patty-”
“And you know, I’m hoping to feel something, too. So perhaps you could start with your-”
Dante tongued her nipple again, and she let out a pleased gasp. His hands skimmed down her sides, barely daring to touch her, and Patty grabbed his closest hand and pulled it between her thighs.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted this. Put your fingers in me.”
Dante cupped his palm over her soaked folds, then pushed one finger into her. Patty squeaked, keeping hold of his hand so she had more say over the movement.
“That’s nice,” she purred.
“You’re tight,” Dante said, sounding suspicious.
“Fucking right I am,” Patty laughed. “And your hands are big. So, don’t get weird about it.”
“Of course not,” Dante muttered, rolling his eyes. He added another finger, harder this time, and Patty groaned and rocked on his hand, finding a way to rub her clit over his palm. She let her hips buck onto his hand rhythmically, breathy little gasps escaping her mouth, and looked up to find him staring at her with a lot more interest.
“I’m sensitive, and I know what I like. I’m just deciding what I want to try first with you.”
Dante raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
“I really want you to fuck me against this wall. Maybe afterwards I could ride you? Hmmm or suck you off? Or both?”
“Do you have a fucking wishlist, or something?”
Patty beamed at him.
Dante sighed.
She pushed his hands away from her and reached for him again, urging him to his feet. She caught his belt and unbuckled it, tugging it out of the loops on his pants and tossing it aside. Then she unbuttoned his jeans, carefully pulling down the zipper.
“You’re not wearing underwear. That’s convenient. And hot. You won’t even have to take off your jeans, we can just open them up a bit.”
She freed his cock carefully, pushing back the denim so she could have a good look at it. She could barely close her hands around it, and abruptly leaned in for a taste.
“Fucking hell,” Dante jumped, but he didn’t tell her she was crazy, just stood there and let her touch him.
Patty gave one lick up the shaft, then wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. Dante swore, shifting his weight, and Patty looked up at him.
“You could fuck my throat,” she said.
“Patty,” Dante sounded pained.
“You’re right, maybe later.” Patty stood back up and pulled Dante to her. She guided his hands back to her breasts and urged him to tighten his grip. “Harder… hurt me a little.” And sighed when he did as he was told. “That’s nice.”
“Do… you like pain?” Dante asked.
“Not particularly. I’m not a masochist, if that’s what you’re asking. I like the edge of it though.”
Dante nodded. “Okay.”
“And you?” She continued.
“Yep.”
“That’s what I thought.” Patty reached up and looped her arms around his shoulders. “You should pick me up.”
“And then what?”
“Fuck me, obviously.” Patty’s tone said, you dumbass.
“Changed your mind about the foreplay, then?”
“Everything is such an ordeal with you,” Patty said, exasperated.
“Yes, well, you’ve put me in a fairly compromising position, here.”
“Blah, blah, I didn’t know what she wanted when she made me climb a giant phallic tower alone with her, and then showed me her tits.”
“You’re the worst.”
“You are prone to exaggeration. Pick me up.”
Dante slid his hands down her thighs and picked her up like she weighed nothing. Patty leaned back against the wall behind her, and Dante stepped in close, pressing against her. She felt his hard cock slide over her ass and wriggled against him.
“That’s better,” she said. “You can lean more of your weight on me, I like it.” Patty felt his lips press against her neck and smiled. She wrapped her legs around him, linking her ankles at the small of his back. Dante sighed against her throat, dragging his teeth gently over her jugular. “Well,” she said, after she’d settled in his arms. “I’m waiting.”
Dante shifted his hold on her, balancing her one-handed against the wall. He reached under her and gripped his cock, rubbing it against her, setting the tip at her entrance. He didn’t push inside, but Patty was already gasping at the pressure of it.
“You’re sure?” He asked.
Patty was starting to think that maybe she wasn’t as sure as she had been, feeling the stretch of his girth before he’d even thrust inside. “If you’re asking if I think it’ll fit, the answer is a firm maybe, if you try hard and believe in yourself.”
“You’re gross.”
“I just can’t believe how many times you’re making me tell you to fuck me. You must like hearing it.”
In response, Dante shoved inside her, hard. Patty screamed and clutched at his shoulders, and Dante dropped his hands to grip her hips and push even further into her dripping pussy. When he bottomed out, she had her hands locked behind his neck, breathing hard. She pressed her breasts against him, loving the rough sensation of the various zippers and buckles against her nipples. She ached where their bodies were joined together, the feeling less about pleasure or pain and more just overwhelming.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, impaled, almost half scared to move unless she ripped something. “Give me a minute.”
Dante kissed a line up her throat, and she decided.
“Little thrusts,” she ordered. “Don’t pull out.”
Dante started to move, ever so slightly, and Patty dissolved into a panting, gasping mess. His cock pulled at her insides, the stretch feeling like a burn despite her slickness. Each exhalation slurred into a moan, and she pulled Dante closer to her, sinking her teeth into the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. Dante’s hips jerked hard once in response, and Patty tasted blood and sobbed.
“Change your mind?” He asked, concern in his voice.
“No, of course not.”
“I’m hurting you.”
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
“Patty.”
In response, she rolled her hips down onto him as hard as she could, a shriek escaping her. Dante responded by pulling most of the way out and slamming back in, and Patty threw her head back to yell. And then he crushed her up against the wall, just like she’d wanted, and thrust into her hard, over and over.
Patty moaned with each thrust, unable to catch her breath. She held onto Dante with her legs, rocking so that he bumped against her clit with every movement. The effect was an utterly brutal pleasure that cramped her thighs and belly, an intense sliding pressure that she felt all through her. She couldn’t help but clench around him, feeling impossibly full, joined together in a punishing rhythm. Before she knew it, her back was arching, and she came so wetly that her fluids dripped onto the floor.
Dante was still fucking her when she came back to herself a moment later, and she could tell that he liked how slick she was. Now that she was stretched a bit she could feel each thrust better as its own sensation, feel the curve of his cock inside her, the ridge of the head as it rubbed into her. She got lost thinking about it, focusing on the hard length of it as Dante filled her up repeatedly. It was so good, and she clenched around him and came again, unexpectedly.
“Fuck, Patty,” Dante muttered in her ear.
“You should trigger.”
Dante almost dropped her, for a second. “No.”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely not, you psycho.”
Patty laughed against his shoulder. “Sometime though, I want to see it. Want to see you, even if you won’t let me have it. You should let me touch you, even if you won’t put it in me. I could use my mouth, at first, and then maybe afterwards I’ll convince you to try and see if it will fit.”
Dante lost it at her words, thrust in hard twice and banged her into the wall before coming with a choked groan. Warmth flooded her insides, dripping out of her as Dante pulled out and set her gingerly back on her feet. Patty leaned against the wall, legs trembling. She was soaked, her thighs slick with semen. She reached between her legs and touched herself, her fingertips a little bloody when she looked at them. Dante saw and flinched.
“Patty-”
“It’s nothing,” she interrupted, before he could apologize or freak out. “You did exactly what I wanted, for the most part.”
She tried to reassure him, but he didn’t look convinced. He dropped to his knees in front of her, which was an image that Patty was going to treasure forever, and nudged her legs apart. Patty leaned back against the wall, and he cleaned her up with his tongue. She rested one leg over his shoulder to allow him better access, and sighed to feel his mouth along her thighs and then between them. He licked all over her sore pussy, flicking his tongue inside while she thought about how much further he’d be able to reach if he triggered. When he reached her clit she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled his face against her, hard. Dante obliged her, sucking at her clit and sliding two fingers into her and curling them. She wasn’t sure she could come again, but Dante’s mouth was hot and insistent, and his tongue was relentless. Dante dragged his teeth over her clit and she screamed and squirted, coming just as hard as she had the first two times, except now her legs were shaking even more, and she felt like she’d pissed herself.
“Guess you’ll have to start over,” she gasped, feeling fresh warmth run down her thighs. She glanced down at Dante and saw that he was hard again, watching her intently. “Or do you want some help with that first?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached down and grabbed one of his hands in both of her own, leaning back to haul him upright. Dante didn’t actually accept her help, climbing to his feet without resistance. He allowed her to push him back against the wall and stood there obediently, looking slightly bemused.
“Great,” she said, looking him up and down. “Now, just stand there for a minute.”
“A minute?” Dante questioned, raising an eyebrow in mock offense, but Patty was already on her knees in front of him. She wrapped both hands around his cock as best she could, then leaned in to see how much she could fit in her mouth. Dante shifted his weight, ever so slightly, then took a deep breath and held still. She stretched her lips around the head of his cock, tasting herself on him. She tongued the slit, and he jerked forward hard and deep enough to gag her.
“Sorry,” he muttered, insincerely. Patty sputtered and wiped her mouth.
“I wasn’t ready,” she grumbled. “But do it again.”
“Do what again? Gag you?”
“Fuck my throat. I can handle it. Here, let me show you.”
“What are you gonna do, unhinge your jaw?”
“Now who’s being gross?” She gave him a disparaging look, which he returned. They stared at each other for a moment, frowning, before Patty reached for him again. She licked her way up the shaft of his cock and then took him in her mouth again, bobbing her head, taking a bit more each time. Dante swore, pressing back against the wall, and she followed. His hands found her hair, following her movements. Patty dropped a hand between her legs to touch her throbbing clit. When Dante forgot himself, pressing in hard, she groaned around him. He didn’t need to be told again.
Dante’s hands in her hair tightened into fists, and he dragged her forward onto his cock. Patty whimpered, relaxing her throat to take him, rubbing at herself. Dante thrust hard into her mouth, and Patty swallowed around him.
“Fuck, Patty,” Dante muttered, pulling her forward and driving in at the same time. Patty’s jaw ached, she could barely breathe, and when Dante bumped the back of her throat she gagged again, drooling. Her clit was a tight little knot, burning between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together around her hand. She made soft, breathy gasps, half in pleasure and half trying to get some air, and moaned when Dante finally pushed her away from him.
He let go of her hair but she followed the motion, mouth open, licking precum off the head of his cock. Dante swore again, gripping himself in his fist, and Patty smoothed her hands over her soft breasts, lifting them up and squeezing them. She rose up higher on her knees, pushing her breasts together against his cock. Dante muttered something incomprehensible, and came hotly all over her chest. Patty dipped a finger into the warm mess and sucked on it for a taste, looking up to see Dante staring at her with the most bemused expression she’d seen him wear yet.
“You have issues.”
“Look who’s talking.” Patty glared at him. “Are you trying to kinkshame me? Get down here and clean me up.”
He obeyed her without protest, and that sent warmth all through her even before he dropped his mouth to her breasts. She leaned back, stretching out prone on the cold floor, tucking one arm under her head. Dante’s tongue tracked hotly over her breasts and belly, cleaning his seed from her. He paused to suck hard on each nipple, and she gasped and arched at the sensation. He pinned her down automatically, let her feel his teeth until she writhed and pleaded, then kissed a warm trail down her belly. Patty spread her legs without prompting, and Dante dropped his face between her thighs again. She thought about switching their positions so she could sit on his face, but he worked his tongue into her and drove all thoughts from her head.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed, rolling her hips, feeling him against her thighs. He ignored her clit and lapped at her, piercing her with his tongue. Patty sighed and rocked against him, more than pleased that he was eating her out again. When she came this time, it was softer, slower. She was moaning Dante’s name, her orgasm a warm wave that rolled her under. In her blissful haze she half thought he might take her again, but he slipped away before she could catch him. She watched him fix his clothing, completely satisfied, until the cold of the floor began to interfere with her pleasure.
Dante straightened his shirt and checked his weapons. He brought her clothing to her, and if Patty read him right she thought that Dante might be a little angry with himself. She stretched, languidly, and decided she didn’t care.
“We should go now. You need to be out of here before dark.”
“Sounds spooky. Is it haunted?”
Dante didn’t say anything.
“Or it just haunts you?”
“Patty.” Irritated.
Patty touched his arm, soothingly, to mean she didn’t say it to hurt him. She thought for a moment, then made a suggestion. “You know, if you transformed, say, into someone with wings, you could just jump off the tower with me and save us walking down all those stairs. I’m a little sore, here.”
Dante glared at her for a moment as if to say, whose fault is that? but he didn’t try to argue with her logic. He triggered, all rippling scales and insanely huge wings. His menacing aura chilled her to the bone, even as heat radiated off his body in a warm haze. Patty shivered, then stepped into his outstretched arms with a grin.