[R-18 Chapter]
Dante shook his head before thinking for a moment. "You changed?" Vexion nodded as she stepped into the bedroom, her eyes briefly wandering around the cabin. It was almost identical to her own.
"Yes. I decided there was no need to wear enchanted robes for now." Dante gave a small nod. His gaze naturally drifted over her. Vexion immediately felt his eyes on her, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She tried her best to ignore it, but her heartbeat gradually quickened.
The time Dante had promised her had finally arrived. Yet she simply couldn't bring herself to ask him for what she desired. She had never been desired before. Nor had she ever desired a man. She had no idea what she was supposed to do.
Dante leaned back against the bed, watching her quietly. The spatial ship moved with little more than a gentle hum. After a short silence, Vexion asked, "So... what's the plan, my Lord? Should I call Lexa so we can hear your plans together?"
Dante slowly shook his head. "Not yet." He remained silent for a while, simply listening. The cabin was so well constructed that he couldn't even feel the ship moving. Yet his Spatial affinity told him an entirely different story. His skill allowed him to sense enormous jumps through space.
The vessel wasn't travelling normally. It repeatedly leapt through spatial folds, crossing impossible distances in an instant. To Dante... It almost resembled repeatedly loading save points in a game instead of walking the entire map.
This continent really is on another level...
Even the technology surpassed what he had grown accustomed to back home. Meanwhile, Vexion simply admired him. His appearance. His calm expression. The broad shoulders hidden beneath his simple shirt. She found herself wondering, almost expectantly,
What kind of cruelty...What kind of overwhelming display of power...will my Lord show me next?
She quietly smiled to herself before walking toward the large window. Occasionally, she caught glimpses of distant cities and mountain ranges before everything abruptly distorted. It was as though reality itself had been sliced apart for an instant before reforming again.
She knew what she was witnessing. The ship was repeatedly entering and exiting the Void. It fascinated her. After several minutes, Dante sat upright. During that time, he had been thinking. There was no reason to rush anything.
Especially not something as important as this. Some things simply deserved the proper time and place. Back at the palace, it would have been impossible. Not while they lived inside the Imperial residence. He preferred waiting until the opportunity naturally presented itself.
Without warning...He disappeared.
Before Vexion could even react, Dante reappeared directly behind her. She gave a tiny start. Strong, familiar arms gently wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back against him.
Vexion froze. Her breathing hitched. Her thoughts scattered. Is...
Is this really happening...?
Would her Master finally accept her as his woman? Or... Was he simply being affectionate?
She couldn't tell. Her heart pounded so loudly she was convinced he could hear it. She desperately tried to calm herself. This was a moment she had dreamed about countless times.
She didn't want to ruin it. She didn't want to embarrass herself. Most of all... She didn't want Dante to think she was troublesome. Closing her eyes, she slowly breathed in. His familiar scent surrounded her. His warmth. His steady heartbeat.
His embrace. Everything made her nervous. Yet...At the same time...
Dante was home.
He was the one place where she felt completely safe.
The one person who made her feel calm.
The one person she trusted without reservation.
Whenever she was beside him, the world itself seemed quieter.
Slowly...
The nervousness began giving way to that familiar peace. She couldn't let herself become a bundle of panic. She knew Dante disliked unnecessary fuss. The last thing she wanted was to become another thing that annoyed him.
Instead...She simply allowed herself to enjoy the moment.
Vexion placed her hand gently over his, where it rested around her waist. Her fingers traced the warmth of his hand slowly. Dante smiled.
"You're blushing," he remarked, tilting his head slightly. "But you're managing much better than before."
"That is reassuring," Vexion replied with a soft, embarrassed laugh. "I suspected you found many things irritating, my Lord. I thought that becoming an incoherent mess every time you touched me would—as you once phrased it—piss you off."
Dante chuckled quietly. "I am not irritated by everything." He paused, then added with sincerity, "But if you became completely silent and panicked every time I held you... yes, that would be annoying."
Vexion could not help but laugh. "I know. You are my Lord, after all." Dante simply smiled. Neither spoke for a while. The silence was not uncomfortable; it was a shared ease that both quietly appreciated.
Dante remained still, and as his arousal grew, pressing harder against her, he noticed Vexion's face flush a deeper pink. "It is rare to see you like this," he observed.
Vexion responded, "This is my first encounter with this side of you, Master. Typically, you casually order me to destroy a nation, cut open my hands and stomach during training, or lazily sleep and eat. I am uncertain how to respond to this version of you."
Dante chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss her neck. Vexion closed her eyes, striving to savor the moment and suppress her nervousness. His lips were unexpectedly soft and gentle; she tilted her head, her breathing quickening. The warmth of his lips, his body, and his hardness against her—threatening to part her but cheeks—elicited a soft moan.
Dante smiled as he ceased kissing her neck. His hands on her waist guided her gently to turn around. She smelled alluring, and the fact that she responded to him so readily boosted his ego. It would have been embarrassing if she remained still and unresponsive.
Above all, he appreciated her soft form. Vexion turned in his arms, uncertain where to place her hands, and could only imitate what she had heard of the maids' romantic encounters. Her hands moved to his chest, pausing to feel his developed muscles, before sliding up to his shoulders and encircling his neck.
"Master is quite different like this," she murmured.
Dante chuckled. "I wonder what you imagine I am truly like."
Vexion shook her head. "Only what I have observed. I never anticipated you would be so... gentle. It makes me wonder if I will be able to keep you to myself." Her eyes lifted from his chest to meet his gaze, revealing a mix of nervousness, desire, and possessiveness.
Dante's hands moved from her waist to her hips, then gently cupped her buttocks, groping them softly. The soft, round mounds were large enough that each hand struggled to grasp a full cheek. Vexion blushed and looked away, leaning in further until her chest pressed against his.
This was an unusual moment for both, particularly for Vexion. This Dante felt the same as he always had, only difference being, intimacy. "Master never changes," she observed. Dante paused, his hands continuing to explore her as his erection pressed against her. "Hmm, what do you mean?"
Vexion shook her head. "I was merely surprised. Your eyes are the same as when I first met you, when you killed and forced those nobles into suicide." Dante did not understand her meaning, and, as was his habit when too lazy to probe further, he ignored her comment, causing her to chuckle.
When she looked up to speak, he captured her lips. Her eyes widened before gently closing. Nervousness took hold, and uncertain of what to do, she simply followed her Master. Dante captured her upper lip; she took his lower lip. Vexion moaned softly. His tongue entered her mouth, and she met it with her own. She leaned in further, the kiss quickening gently.
Before she could steady herself, Dante's hands slid under her skirt, skin meeting skin as he explored her ass further. Vexion moaned as their lips parted for a split second. Their lips met again, her legs trembling. A fire burned between her thighs; she desired what pressed against her—the stubborn, hard pillar that was clearly evident.
Vexion broke the kiss, her lips wet as she looked up at Dante. His hands groping her made her blush as he spoke words that reaffirmed her choice. "Not wearing underwear for me? You really know what I like." Vexion blushed, looking down at his chest, giggling as words failed her.
Dante lifted her and she wrapped her arms around him her thick thighs latched his waist and walked toward the bed. He wasted no time removing his shirt. Vexion's heart hammered at her chest, but all she could feel was the burning desire to have him inside her.
She laid on the bed her eyes locked into Dante who took off his shirt, followed by pants and underwear in one go. She wanted to look away, hide herself at the surreal moment that finally came.
But he was too gorgeous—his muscular form, not large or over-sculptured muscles, but instead a beautiful lean figure. Her eyes drifted lower. She swallowed saliva. There it was, in its full glory. Hard and standing firm. A beautiful light pink that made her clench the bedsheets.
Dante moved on top of her, lying over her as he smiled at her nervousness. His hands moved to her thighs and legs. "Open." Vexion didn't know how she knew what he meant all she felt was her body obeying before her brain comprehended his words. She spread her legs gently wide as Dante lifted the robe open, undoing it as her full naked form was laid bare for him. Confidence in her beauty skyrocketed when she saw her Master stare at her breasts and wet, glistening pussy. She only heard her master mutter in desire, "Fuck," which caused her to lean back further in the bed.
Dante closed the distance as he grabbed and guided himself over her pussy, pressing against her pussy. He groaned at her wetness and softness. She looked at his face the entire time. Before finally he entered slowly. Vexion moaned softly as her hands reached for his shoulders. Dante groaned in her ear as she inhaled his scent, he doing the same. She moaned in his ear. "Ma-master ohh." Dante continued to bury himself inside her. Vexion's moans grew, lifting her hips seeking more before she realised she took more than she could handle, causing her to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging in. Finally, Dante seemed to have fully buried himself inside her. He gripped her thighs with one hand, the other supporting his figure over Vexion's head.
He looked at her face as his hips pulled back. He grunted as he moved back and forth. Vexion opened her eyes, her face pink as her breasts moved with each of his pumps. Dante grunted, causing Vexion to moan even louder. He moved back again, pumping in and out of her. He counted. By the 5th pump, thinking he found a good rhythm, he felt her tighten harder around his cock. Vexion moaned as she lifted her hips, "Master I can't." With a final audible moan, he felt his cock get coated in a slimy liquid that only made her tight pussy even more alluring and harder to resist. Unfortunately,
Vexion, who had caught her breath, looked at her Master with heavy embarrassment. In just 20 seconds, Vexion had her first orgasm.