novelzi Chapter 422 The beginning of preparation
Chapter 422 The beginning of preparation
"Well... put it this way... I feel kind of bad for having helped my wives satisfy themselves," Dante confirmed with a mischievous grin.
"Well, on paper, I was actually kidnapped and caught in a time trap. I had no choice but to relieve them in any way I could." Dante shrugged as if it were something completely normal.
Fenrir felt a chill at hearing the man's words. She could hardly imagine the number of.... things Dante must have done having sex at the age of 150. Her gaze slid down his muscular body, imagining all the sinful things those strong arms and big hands had already done.
'Don't think about it! It's the smell! The smell! Don't let it take you! Fenrir thought quickly turning away from all the thoughts he could have.
"It must have been... exhausting." She murmured, her voice coming out a little shaky.
"Oh, you bet it was." Dante laughed, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of humor and lust. "But I've adapted. And let me tell you, after a century or two, you get very creative."
He approached her slowly, his steps graceful and predatory. "You must have some... fantasies, don't you Fenrir? Things you've never dared to do?"
Fenrir swallowed dryly, her heart racing. She could smell the musky scent of the man's arousal, mixed with the humidity in the air. Her body was already reacting, her nipples hardening and her sex becoming moist.
Dante noticed how she felt and let out a little chuckle... "Pfff..." He then stood up.
"Teasing you is fun, too bad I don't have time for new adventures," Dante said and held out his hand. "Come on, we need to talk." He said and Fenrir, still beside himself, took his hand and shuddered slightly, but stood firm and got up.
"W-what are we going to talk about?" She asked a little nervously and embarrassed...
Dante smiled, still with an amused expression, but calmer now. "Nothing much, just some unfinished business. You've shown yourself to be more... human, so to speak. It's not often I see a being like you so vulnerable," he said, with a touch of teasing, but no disrespect.
Fenrir, now standing, looked at him with a slightly puzzled look, trying to understand what he meant. "What do you mean 'human'?" She asked, not knowing whether he was joking or serious.
Dante laughed lightly, a low but engaging sound. "You have emotions, Fenrir. And, honestly, I'm not complaining about them. On the contrary, I'm curious to see how far it goes." He tilted his head slightly, watching her reactions with interest.
Fenrir, still nervous, felt a mixture of confusion and discomfort. She knew that Dante liked to mess with people, but she didn't know to what extent it was a joke or something more serious. She straightened up, trying to regain her composure. "So... what did you want to talk about?" She finally asked, trying to get the conversation out of such uncomfortable territory.
Both dragons nodded firmly, understanding that the mission was much bigger than a simple battle. The gravity of the situation was clear, and they were not going to disobey.
Dante took a deep breath and looked at all the women around him. "Now, prepare yourselves. The coming battle will be fierce. And I trust each and every one of you to ensure that Mary Rose and any threat are eliminated." Dante said, preparing to leave the room...
"Wait, where are you going?" Sara asked, her curious gaze turning to Dante. He smiled, looking calm, as if everything was under control.
"There are still two sins left and they're probably in Hell. So I don't have much to do... But I'm going to summon someone to help Voralith and Eldrax," replied Dante, his voice laden with a certain mystery.
"One person?" Sara asked in surprise, before feeling the air around her change. A portal began to open, the light flashing as a figure emerged. It was a Vampire, with snow-white hair, moving with a silent grace... Ranni.
"Give me the sword soon." Dante said, his tone direct. Ranni, with a look of disgust, wasted no time.
"Tsk, give it back." She ordered, throwing a platinum sword in his direction.
"All right, all right... come on." Dante said, deftly picking up the sword. He held it for a moment, before making a small hole in his finger, causing a drop of blood to run down the blade.
"Summoning magic," he muttered, and the sword glowed brightly, its supernatural energy spreading throughout the room.
And then, from the glow radiating from the blade, a female figure emerged, bowing to Dante with unusual grace. Her eyes shone with a majestic calm, and the air around her seemed to revere her. It was Talassa, the Spirit Dragoness, with whom Dante had made a contract - the imposing and mysterious figure who now appeared before them.
Ranni's gaze fixed on the dragoness, and she couldn't help but shiver slightly. She hadn't imagined that Talassa was... so beautiful, her presence enveloping in a way that defied everything she knew.
Talassa, with her majestic posture and unmistakable aura, immediately stood out, her presence dominating the room. Every movement he made seemed charged with a quiet power, an elegance that transcended ordinary beauty. Her eyes were a deep blue, like the calm sea on a clear day, reflecting ancient wisdom and immeasurable strength.
Her hair, as white as freshly fallen snow, was cut short and sharp, with strands that fell softly around her face, further highlighting her fine, symmetrical features. On top of his head, two long, curved white horns stood proudly, with a texture reminiscent of crystal, reflecting the light in a mystical way. They were a clear symbol of her draconic nature, but of a beauty that did not go unnoticed.
Her dress, a mixture of black and white, fitted her body perfectly, with details that seemed to have been tailor-made to highlight her slender figure, without losing the air of majesty she emanated. The contrast between the colors of the dress gave her an ethereal aura, as if she were part of both worlds: light and shadow.
The dragon's wings, large and imposing, stretched out from her back, still slightly closed, but with the promise of devastating power if she decided to open them fully.
"Thank you for letting me take part in this fight, Master Dante," she bowed with a smile.