The hum of the ship's engines was a low wake up call to Dante's as he opened his eyes. The glow of the ambient lighting cast a gentle cool light over the seating areas. He let out a sigh, his eyes looked to the display board that indicated an "Arrival time = 12 hours." Across from him, Lexa offered a warm smile. "Awake?"
Dante nodded, a yawn stretching his body in the confines of the chair. Vexion, who had turned her head at the subtle shift in his posture, giggled at the sight of his languid stretch. "Master is so cute."
A smile touched Dante's lips. His nap could likely continue for a few more hours, but his attention was drawn downward to the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against his trousers. He turned his gaze towards Vexion. "V, follow me to the bathroom."
Vexion's brow furrowed in a brief flicker of confusion, but she nodded gently, her smile unwavering. Lexa, knew what desire flowed between Dante and Vexion, chuckled softly at Vexion's confusion. "How is that girl so innocent when Master is so perverted?" she murmured to herself, stifling another yawn.
Dante and Vexion soon found themselves on the first floor, the corridors subtly shifting to a more opulent design. Dante continued walking, Vexion's eyes wide with curiosity as she took in the beautiful, almost noble, architecture of the bathrooms. "Master, this is the Women's bathroom."
Dante merely nodded, his fingers finding hers. Vexion opened her mouth to ask, but Dante gently led her into a secluded bathroom cubicle, locking the door with a soft click. The confusion on Vexion's face melted away within seconds as she began to connect the dots. Anticipation, desire, and an undisguised joy bloomed in its place.
Dante pulled her gently into his embrace, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned forward, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. His hands found their familiar place on her soft round mounds, gently kneading the soft curves. Vexion suppressed a moan, leaning further into his touch. His hands then traced the open slits of her dress, finding the bare flesh of her buttocks and continuing their exploration with a firm, caressing squeeze.
Vexion pressed her hips against his, seeking the hardness that was now unmistakable. Dante's smile widened against her lips. When they finally broke apart, Vexion's eyes met his, a flicker of boldness with the shyness that painted her cheeks red. They kissed again, this time Dante's tongue slipping past her parted lips, met by her own smaller, eager tongue.
Dante's right hand moved from her left buttock, circling around to her front. His fingers slid between her thighs, and she instinctively adjusted her legs to allow his touch to find her golden flower. Her anticipation was obvious, all the more evident by the warm, slick liquid that met his hand along her inner thigh.
Vexion's mind began a silent count, a hazy fog of desire clouding her thoughts, but a sliver of her senses still managed to track the passage of time: "One… two… three…"
Dante's left hand squeezed her left buttock, enough to make her kiss him harder, a desperate attempt to stifle the moans threatening to escape. His right hand began its masterful work, two fingers sliding around her labia. Her sensitive lower lips coated his fingers. Vexion's grip tightened on Dante's shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as a moan finally escaped her lips. "Ahhh… ouhhh… ah.ah.oughh."
".35… .39… .41…" A wave of shame washed over Vexion, quickly followed by an overwhelming tide of pleasure.
Dante's left hand continued to caress her ass, while his other hand pushed two fingers into her depths. Vexion moaned again, "M-Mas-mas, ahhh, ah, ah oomph, ohh, ahgh." Dante chuckled, his fingers gliding in and out as Vexion ceased their kiss, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Seconds later, Vexion experienced her climax.
Her legs gave way, and she clung to Dante. His left hand cupped the underside of her ass, pressing her into him as his fingers continued their rhythmic motion, his palm rubbing circles around her sensitized core.
He slowed his movements with her, eliciting gentle spasms that rippled through her. Seconds later, he withdrew his hand. Vexion… refused to meet his gaze.
Dante grinned. "Two minutes and forty seconds." Vexion's ears burned with embarrassment. She looked up at him with a blushing pout. "It was the first of today."
Dante chuckled, kissing her gently. She returned the kiss with even greater tenderness. "I know."
Vexion's hands moved from his head to his chest. He had discreetly wiped the liquid from his fingers onto his dark trousers, the fabric effectively concealing any evidence.
Maintaining eye contact, Vexion delivered a final, soft peck to Dante's lips before gently sliding down. Dante watched, unmoving. In seconds, she was on her knees, unbuttoning his trousers.
A smile graced her lips as the familiar, masculine scent of Dante filled her senses, a potent blend of desire and nobility.
She wasted no time, her hands wrapping around his base as her mouth eagerly enveloped him. A soft moan escaped her. 'Finally, almost a whole day without tasting him.' She took him deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically, her eyes locked on his.
Blushing, shy, yet filled with an earnest desire to bring him to his release. Seconds ticked by as she worked him, the way he gripped her hair signaling her imminent success. "V… fucck."
Dante's eyes closed, a sight she adored. His groans only intensified her efforts, her lips tightening, her tongue exploring the underside of his shaft, cradling the soft head buried within her mouth. She moaned as he twitched. "A-arrrgh." Gently, she pulled back, taking as much as she could with her before swallowing.
Her head bobbed gently as Dante trembled in her mouth, his legs shaking. 'Master is so cute.'
Dante twitched, but she didn't release him, her hands still working his shaft gently, carefully, twisting as they waited for his release. Dante breathed out heavily, his feet barely supporting him as he looked down at her still gently bobbing, even as he began to go limp. She didn't let go.
He chuckled, waiting, but she didn't stop. "You don't want to stop?" She shook her head. He chuckled again. "Later. Even I'm not a fan of public indecency or flashing." She slowly released him, lapping any remaining traces before gently standing up. "Okay."
Dante let her walk out of the stall first, his hand giving her ass a gentle slap and squeeze, a gesture she responded to with a silent giggle. She walked to the sink, looking up at Dante as he washed his hands beside her.
"Master."
Dante met her gaze in the mirror. "Hmm?"
"Why are you so gentle with me?"
Dante chuckled. "Because you're not my enemy."
She frowned. "Will you do something like this with an enemy, but roughly? Is this what you mean?"
Dante shook his head with a chuckle. "Nah, I can't get hard in such a state. I'm a gentleman. I have limits to my evils."
Vexion smiled as she stood up, walking over to him. As he turned to her, her arms wrapped around his neck. "I just think it's funny. Mr. Evil is indeed a gentleman in bed."
Dante frowned. "V, are you into the freaky bondage bullshit?" She chuckled, curious but understanding enough to shake her head.
"No, it's just… I discover a new side to you, a side I could never have seen if I was just a number one, or just a slave."
Dante didn't respond. Looking into her eyes, he simply answered, "In this life, there are few things I don't want to see broken, taken from me, lost, etc. I want to do what I want, and I want to keep those I like close to me. My family, they aren't really mine to protect. You and Vexion are, in some part. Loyalty, especially, is something better maintained if the person does so willingly. Sex, blowjobs, intimacy on this level is something I only enjoy if the person I'm doing it with looks at me like you do. Take this as a gift only you'll ever have, so long as 'this' doesn't change."
Vexion felt her heart flutter. In some ways, what Dante said was selfish, but to her, it was everything. She had learned to read behind the "cruel" and "selfishness" of her Master. She knew that him saying so many words, especially on a sentimental level, were things she would hear far and between; perhaps years might pass, and she might never hear them again. Hence, all she did was lean in for one final kiss. "I love you, Master." He chuckled, waiting, but she didn't stop.
"You don't want to stop?"
She shook her head.
Dante chuckled again.
"Later."
"Even I'm not a fan of public indecency."
"And I'm certainly not interested in flashing everyone."
Reluctantly, she pulled away, lingering for a moment lapping any remaining traces before gently standing up before finally standing.
"Okay."
Dante allowed her to step out of the stall first. As she passed, his hand gave her backside a gentle slap before settling briefly against her waist.
Vexion responded with a quiet giggle. She walked toward the sink. Dante followed, washing his hands beside her as though nothing unusual had happened.
For several seconds, neither spoke. Then Vexion looked at him through the mirror.
"Master."
"Hm?"
"Why are you so gentle with me?"
Dante glanced toward her reflection.
"Because you're not my enemy."
She frowned slightly. "Would you treat an enemy like this?"
"Just..."
"Roughly?"
Dante laughed. "Nah. I can't get hard in that kind of situation."
He shrugged. "I'm a gentleman. I have limits to my evil."
Vexion smiled. There it was again. That strange contradiction that was uniquely Dante. The man who could casually discuss killing someone... Yet somehow considered himself a gentleman when it came to intimacy.
She turned toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I just think it's funny. Mr. Evil really is a gentleman in bed."
Dante frowned. "V..."
"Are you into that freaky bondage bullshit?" She laughed. "No."
Then her expression softened. "It's just..."
"I've discovered another side of you."
"A side I never could have seen if I were merely a number."
"Or a slave."
Dante's expression became quieter.
He didn't immediately answer.
For once...He actually thought about the question. Then he looked directly into her eyes.
"In this life there aren't many things I genuinely care about."
His voice remained casual. But there was something unusually honest beneath it.
"I want to do what I want."
"I want to live how I want."
"I want to keep the people I actually like close to me."
He paused.
"My family..."
"They're not really mine to protect."
"They have their own power."
"Their own lives."
"Their own choices."
"But you..."
His eyes remained fixed on hers.
"...you're different."
Vexion's expression softened.
Dante continued.
"You're someone who chose to stand beside me."
"That's important."
"Because loyalty means more when someone has the freedom to walk away."
He shrugged.
"I don't want people around me because some contract forces them to stay."
"I want them there because they actually want to be there."
His fingers gently rested against her waist.
"And that's why I don't treat you the way I would treat someone I consider an enemy."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't want to break you."
"And I certainly don't want to take something from you that you don't want to give."
He paused.
"Intimacy is different."
His expression became faintly amused.
"That..."
"I only enjoy when the person I'm with looks at me the way you do."
Vexion's heart fluttered.
Dante wasn't smiling.
He wasn't trying to sound romantic. He wasn't even particularly affectionate. He was simply stating what he believed.
"That's why...What we do together is yours. And mine. It's something I only want because you want it too."
He gave her a small shrug.
"So...Take it as a privilege. A gift. Something only you get from me."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"At least...As long as what you feel for me doesn't change."
Vexion stared at him. There was something almost painfully Dante-like about the words.
Selfish.
Possessive.
Practical.
Yet somehow more meaningful than a hundred romantic declarations. Because she understood what he wasn't saying. Dante didn't give affection freely. He didn't say I love you every morning.
He didn't whisper promises. He didn't spend hours telling her how beautiful she was.
He simply touched her, held her, teased her. Pulled her closer. And whenever he did, he was telling her, in the only language that came naturally to him:
You're mine.
You're here.
I chose you.
Vexion felt her chest tighten. She had spent enough time with him to understand something most people never would. Dante's greatest form of affection wasn't his words.
It was his consistency. The hand that always found her breast, down to her waist and then her thighs, deeper and then almost always her ass.
The shameless touch that always found her backside. The casual way he pulled her against him. The complete lack of hesitation whenever she offered herself to him.
Those things would have looked crude coming from another man.
From Dante, they were familiar, they were safe.
They were home. She smiled softly. "I understand, Master."
She leaned closer. "I really do."Then, quietly... "I love you."
Dante didn't answer. Not immediately he simply looked at her. Then his hands settled around her waist and pulled her closer. Vexion smiled.
Of course. She hadn't expected a romantic response. That wasn't Dante. Instead, his affection came in the form she knew better than anyone.
She didn't get a sweet response back. Dante answered in a Dante way. His hands slipped past her dress, and he caressed her ass, flesh to flesh, gentle, squeezing and exploring every part of its large roundness.
His hands gently rested against her, holding her close with that same casual possessiveness she had come to treasure. Vexion closed her eyes.
That was enough more than enough. Because she understood him. And, perhaps more importantly... He had allowed her to understand him.