"Oh... I'm quite a challenge, Kid," Morgana teased him, it had been years since she had said that, but the wild smile didn't let her lie, she was itching to be savagely attacked.
Dante returned the look, feeling a wave of excitement wash over him. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, as if he were accepting the challenge in front of him. She clearly wasn't going to make things easy, and this increased the desire in his heart even more...
Morgana smiled with satisfaction when she saw his expression and, without wasting any time, pulled him in for another kiss.
*Smoochh*
This time, Dante was completely ready, giving himself over even more and savoring the softness and taste of her lips. However, he was still trapped with his wrists firmly holding Morgana's waist, who seemed to be trying to dictate control of the situation. This, however, didn't bother Dante; on the contrary, he was fascinated by the power dynamic between them.
*Smoochh*
After intense, lustful minutes, Morgana broke off the kiss and looked him straight in the eye with a dangerous glint.
Dante smiled back, ready for whatever came next.
Suddenly, without warning, Morgana bit her lips provocatively.
Dante's body responded instantly, hardening with desire at the sight. His instinct was screaming at him to act, to take her at that very moment, but he knew he wasn't in control.
Not yet.
'Let's see how long she can hold me like this...' Dante thought, smiling mischievously, he already imagined that she wouldn't last long...
Morgana was, and she was loving every second of it. How could she not? She'd been waiting for this for over ten years! She would do it when he turned 16, but that bastard died!
"Now, behave like the good boy you are," she whispered seductively. "Don't worry, proper rewards will come if you do as I say. Understood?"
'So cute, playing at being the boss,' Dante thought, letting Morgana's fantasies take over, she was holding his wrists now so he couldn't move properly...
'That woman is a pervert...' Dante thought, even he hadn't known that Morgana would act so... Lust!
"Yes, Lady Morgana," Dante replied with an expression that mixed obedience and defiance, he just agreed to go with the flow of the river. Part of him wanted to give in to the game, while another part was intrigued to see how far she would go with this dominatrix performance.
'So perfect...' He could only watch the woman.
A handcuff of magic appeared on his wrists as they raised Dante's hands high, he looked like a complete prisoner... Continue reading on M V L
"Shall we really get things started?" With a mischievous smile, Morgana moved down to Dante's waist, watching with pleasure at his obvious arousal.
Her hands moved deftly, unceremoniously removing his pants, revealing Dante's stiff member, which was throbbing with desire. She didn't beat around the bush, immediately bending down and letting her hand wrap around him firmly.
Seeing Morgana, that powerful, controlling woman who tried to look imposing in front of him, reduced to a horny woman covered in white fluids... The image in front of him filled him with a deep and mischievous pride.
Morgana, however, didn't share the same feeling.
"Didn't I tell you to warn me?" She narrowed her eyes, a little irritated, and began to calmly touch the liquid and look at her fingers, soiled with fluids...
"You did," Dante admitted with a devilish grin, like the true demon he is.
"Then why didn't you do it?" she demanded, her tone harsher, she was a little upset... 'You bastard! I thought you'd follow the script!!!'
"Because I didn't want to." The answer was simple, direct and full of provocation. "You're mine, I do what I want with you, Morgana Scarlet." Dante said it again, full of teasing and greedy smiles on his face, as he continued to watch the woman smeared with cum.
Morgana frowned, perplexed by Dante's audacity. And, seeing her reaction, his smile only widened.
"That's enough," Dante said in a serious tone, his eyes shining with a new determination. "I can't hold back any longer."
Before Morgana could process his words, Dante acted. With frightening speed, he reversed position, throwing Morgana backwards onto the bed, pinning her hands above her head, just as she had done to him.
"Using magic to bind me was pretty tasteless, you know? Let's see how you feel, let's study this case of the hunted becoming the hunter, shall we?" Dante muttered, his eyes shining with malice.
And with a single movement, he tore off Morgana's delicate lingerie, revealing her naked and irresistible body.
Now he was in control.
Morgana gasped, surprised by his speed and strength. Their bodies were so close that she could feel the growing pressure of Dante's arousal against her.
"Now, let's see who the real hunter is, Morgana..." Dante murmured in her ear, his voice husky and charged with desire.
Morgana tried to resist, but felt a wave of heat run through her body as Dante began kissing her again, this time with even more intensity. He was no longer holding back. His tongue explored every corner of Morgana's mouth, and she, despite all her pride and power, surrendered to every sensation.
Dante wasted no time. With his free hand, he ran his fingers over Morgana's soft skin, teasing her with light touches.
Dante paused for a moment, his eyes shining with admiration and desire as he watched Morgana's exposed body. A wicked smile curved his lips.
"Let's see who's really in charge here, Morgana..." he whispered, before beginning to trail his kisses down her neck and down to her breasts. His lips touched the top of the soft mounds, and he teased one of the nipples with his tongue, drawing a gasp from Morgana.
She, the powerful witch, was completely at his mercy, and for the first time in a long time, she felt vulnerable - and strangely, this excited her even more.
Every touch, every kiss, every sigh was a game between them, a battle of power and desire that they both knew would only end when one of them gave in completely.
"Are you ready?" Dante whispered in her ear, creating an electric current that sent shivers through her entire body.