[13]
"It's still really incredible that you survived something like that, Dante..." Tracey said, watching as he dribbled a basketball for the first time since leaving the hospital. It felt strange to him, honestly. "You're a lot stronger than I feel like many people think."
They had finally met up, and in all honesty, it was a bit awkward at first. It still kind of was, but as they continued to converse and interact, bits and pieces started gradually coming back together. Now, they were at a basketball court, which actually wasn't too far from the school he had been going to.
He gave her a confused look, and she noticed it almost immediately. "Like who? As far as I'm aware, or at least when it comes to the part of town that I'm from, damn near everybody around this bitch knows what's up with me." Dante scoffed, turning away as he shot the basketball into the hoop.
It seemed he still hadn't lost his touch, at least.
Tracey began to panic a little bit, as she stood up and approached him. "No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that-!" Before she could keep going, however, Dante glanced back at her with a playful glint in his dark eyes.
"I know, blondie. I'm just fucking with you." He chuckled, tilting his head to the side. "...Well, sort of, I guess."
On the other hand, they eventually agreed to head back to her place, which is when things took quite an unexpected turn. At the beginning of their unusual reunion, Tracey had been acting, you know, with the front that she had created in order to put up around other people in order to maintain a certain type of image. However, once she realized that it was actually causing their time spent together to slowly decline, her real self seemed to come out as time passed.
It took a while, but the façade fell away after a certain point, and Dante was subjected to old memories once again. That's when Tracey decided to briefly disappear into the kitchen, where she eventually came back out with some fancy-looking bottles, and in just about thirty to forty-five minutes, the aspect of verbal communication was no longer deemed a requirement.
Rather, the entire situation quickly evolved into a battle of repressed desires between the two, as she threw herself on top of him within the living room, subsequently beginning a fight with their tongues and hands. Once Tracey had begun to show the side of her that they both knew Dante liked way more than anything else about her, and his interest in everything she was saying noticeably spiked, the atmosphere between them also changed.
Wrapping his arms around her slim waist, Dante just allowed himself to let go after a while. It was something that had become hard for him to do lately, especially once his life became a jumbled mess of chaos and problems that were constantly threatening his life or the people he cared about. However, given the current moment and how long they had both been secretly lusting after one another, more so on Tracey's part but nonetheless, the boy simply let her take the reins as he enjoyed the ride.
It didn't take long after that for things to escalate either, as the blonde-haired girl sitting on top of him slowly made her way off the couch and down to her knees, right in between his legs as she hungrily licked her lips. Once his shorts were yanked down, as well as his boxers, Dante's cock sprung out and lightly smacker the spoiled brat on the face, and her blue eyes widened in response.
The heat naturally exuding off of all that meat laid out across her face, which practically made her cross-eyed, caused her to start panting like a bitch in heat. With that, Tracey began leaving kisses all over his shaft, before she finally decided to put a couple inches into her mouth, and even though it felt a bit clumsy with her lack of real experience, the enthusiasm laced within her actions made up for it.
Dante watched the girl enthusiastically bob her head up and down on his dick as he leaned back in a relaxed manner on her father's white couch, groaning at the treatment he was being given. The sound he ended up making seemed to liven her up quite a bit as well, as she immediately reacted to it by upping the ante. This lasted for around five to seven minutes, before Dante couldn't hold it back anymore and he unloaded everything built up within him down her throat.
Tracey couldn't help but gag and choke a bit as she made an attempt to raise her head, but after a moment of contemplation, he decided to grab a fistful of her hair and keep the girl in place, and didn't let go until his balls had been emptied. Initially, there was a bunch of taps to his thigh, but that eventually stopped and she began trying her best to swallow as much as possible instead.
Practically gasping for air once she was finally able to take her lips off of it, she opened her mouth wide and made sure to show him the results, smiling in glee at what she had accomplished. However, before anything else could happen, Dante's phone vibrated a couple times.
It turned out to be Lamar, who told him of the location of his last target, and after a bit of back and forth, he left the mansion through the back just as a black car pulled in through the front gate.
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A few hours later...
Ducking behind a car, Lamar sprayed a barrage of bullets over his head with an Uzi.
Similarly, Dante took a risk as he ran across the road and picked one of the thugs off, causing the tattooed man to drop on the ground like a sack of potatoes. A largescale shootout had unsurprisingly broken out once he had arrived in enemy territory with the intent to kill, and he wasn't bothered by it. Lacking any sort of fear, the boy shot it out with the opposing gang, as Franklin and Lamar gladly backed him up like the brothers they were to him.
Even after Dante finally exacted his revenge, with his last target sprawled out across the middle of the street, the gunfight kept going. However, in the end, only one group was left standing.
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With the sun's warmth beaming down on the world, Dante casually drove around a familiar neighborhood up in the hills. Eventually, he passed by one of Devin Weston's previously-owned homes, and the one that he had ended up dying within. A few law enforcement officers were there, appearing to scope the place out or something, which the boy already knew about since a multitude of news outlets had recently began catching on to his abrupt disappearance.
In a sudden turn of events, though, as Dante is passing by the mansion with a near-imperceptible smile on his face, he spots a familiar brunette. Molly catches sight of him as well, before her eyes widen a bit and she walks over after a moment of hesitation. Immediately, he can tell that she doesn't look the same.
It was a highly likely that she had been at least somewhat affected by the man's death, after all, and Dante certainly didn't have any negative feelings when it came to that. However, there also wasn't any remorse, which he was sure that she understood once she hopped into the passenger seat and he took off.
There was a brief pause, and then she finally spoke up.
"You actually did it." Molly stated, not asking or wondering in the slightest. "You killed Devin Weston."
Wordlessly nodding in confirmation, Dante glanced at the woman as an idea struck his mind, which she could practically feel, causing her to turn towards him in a mixture of curiosity and fear. The next thing he asked her definitely wasn't what she had expected either.
"...How would you like to be my personal assistant, Molly?"
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"These fuckers are relentless..." Dante sighed, blasting the brain matter out of a zombie's head with a Desert Eagle, or at least what was left of it's decayed mind.
Quest Completed!
[Fifth Wave]
Objective: Eliminate the fifth wave of zombies.
Taking a deep breath, the boy approached the nearby chest and stowed away his gun, as he allowed his body to finally relax.
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+2 Affection with Molly Schultz!
Affection: 82 | Obedience: 46
Moaning in delight, the brunette arching her back as he rammed his dick into her sopping wet hole couldn't help but writhe underneath his intense care. She panted heavily, glancing back at him with a grateful look in her eyes.
"H-Harder, please!" She yelled, throwing it back against his thrusts in the process.
He simply grinned at the woman, before increasing his pace even further, before he gave Molly a hard swat on her bubble butt, which caused it to briefly jiggle in a hypnotic manner and elicit another moan from her lips.
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The boy wiped a bit of sweat off his forehead as he placed down a box near the front door of his childhood home. For the past few days, he had just been going back and forth between here and the place he bought for his folks, which honestly got him quite emotional at times.
It felt so surreal to experience all of this in the first place, and whenever he goes through a somewhat repetitive process of realizing that none of it is actually fake or from some kind of dream, it simply ends up further enhancing the raw emotions coursing through him.
"I've got another box for you!" Dante yelled from the entrance of the house, as he eventually received an exclamation of acknowledgement in return. He took a deep breath, and after a short period of rest, got right back to moving some more boxes.
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Yeah, this was definitely all over this place, but whatever. Anyway, the next chapter will be the transition to a different world, and then I'll be slowing down a bit on the uploads, especially since I feel like the quality has degraded if you compare a chapter like this to the first one.
So far, I'm pretty sure the next universe will be Akame Ga Kill, with a crossover of something else, which is the part that I still haven't really figured out. I'd appreciate any suggestions, just try to have them make sense considering the setting of that world, you know. However, you can also suggest a completely different thing as well, since it doesn't necessarily have to be Akame Ga Kill either.