Marvel: Death Dealer-Chapter 133: The Queen’s Reward

Dante came back to Silver Sable International with Emma and Jean.

Silvija was still working at her desk when they walked in, wearing a gray suit. She closed everything the moment she saw them and helped Jean settle comfortably in her new room. Emma trailed along behind for no particular reason beyond not wanting to be somewhere he wasn’t. Laura appeared a few minutes later, fresh from a shower after a training session with Psylocke. She leaned against the doorframe and watched Dante like a stalker.

Everyone ignored her.

“It’s probably smaller than what you’re used to,” Silvija whispered and looked at Dante. “I’ll get someone to rebuild the whole building.”

“No.” The one to reject wasn’t Dante but Emma. “Why spend money tearing down something that works perfectly well?”

Jean pressed the pillows into place and sat on the edge of the bed. “I agree with Frost. This is nicer than my room at the mansion.”

Emma knew she’d be forced to move out once the reconstruction started. She’d lose the excuse to stay here, and she was too proud to ask Dante to return. Jean, on the other hand, didn’t want to go through an inconvenience when she already found the place a bit of an overkill.

“It’s not just a branch office anymore. It’s home to many people now,” Silvija said and sent a measuring look toward Laura. “What do you think?”

Laura turned to Dante. “Yes or no?”

She would rather go with his decision than stress her two struggling brain cells.

He considered both sides. Logan still had a room here even though he came and went as he pleased. Felicia was in the same boat after her father recovered and went to live with his mother. Out of everyone under this roof, only Dante, Laura, and Ava were actually permanent.

Piotr, Amy Chen, Anna, and other members of Wild Pack naturally needed a reserved room as Silvija’s employees.

A few extra rooms had to stay free in case Emma, Psylocke, and Hellions came under an emergency. Gwen might also need one since she was his girlfriend now.

Even now, they wouldn’t have any free rooms if Hellions weren’t staying in two rooms—one for boys and one for girls.

“I wouldn’t mind keeping it as is, but we’re going to need more rooms.”

Silvija frowned at the equal votes from both sides. “My interviews brought attention to Symkaria. It wouldn’t hurt to make this branch worth looking at.”

The investment made sense from both a business and personal perspective.

“Why don’t we add some floors?” He looked out of the window. “Or we can expand this building. Emma got plenty of money to fund us.”

“Dear, now you’re just taking advantage of our friendship.”

Even though Emma said that, she didn’t look the least bit displeased about it.

“Take over Shaw Industries,” he said. “And dismantle it.”

Shaw had died, leaving his multi-billion dollar empire in shambles. A vulture like Emma could easily swoop in and take everything with her telepathy.

Silvija frowned. “Shaw Industries?”

He took her hand and pulled her to sit beside Jean. Emma eyed the open seat next to him, but Laura moved first to claim it. Emma let out a quiet sigh and dragged a chair over to join the rest of them.

He explained everything from the start without hiding anything. If it was for Silvija, he could have all the patience in the world. Emma and Jean added things from time to time, making the story easier to digest for Silvija. Laura watched everyone’s faces, struggling to keep pace with the events. She narrowed her eyes dangerously, and he knew that was her ‘Kill or Spare’ mode.

Professor Xavier and Scott had just earned the attention of an unexpected assassin.

“Is it right to kill Apocalypse?” Jean asked after hearing about his plans for Egypt. “What if he is… innocent?”

“If you knew the wars he would bring, you’d want to go back in time to kill him,” he said in a serious voice. “Do you think an innocent person would keep Selene as their underling?”

This curbed any thought Jean had for Apocalypse being innocent.

“Companion, you have Hela as your underling.”

‘I will fix her.’

Silvija seemed a bit down after digesting everything. His Egypt visit was right after her departure. She was perhaps thinking he would find a good life without her.

He touched her shoulder. “Silvy?”

The affectionate voice brought energy to her eyes “Emma, are you going to handle it?”

“I’ll take every penny from his business. I’ll need a few days in Europe to do it properly.”

Emma glanced briefly in Dante’s direction, seemingly reluctant to part ways. Her cheerfulness returned right after, perhaps remembering their Egypt trip in a few days.

Silvija turned to him with a cheeky smile. “I can’t believe my broke boyfriend is about to be richer than me.”

“I’m keeping a few hundred million. The rest goes to Symkaria.”

A gaming studio was on his plan. He had enough knowledge from his past life to build a worthwhile business. For his Space station plan, he would get the funding through Asgardian tech and the technology siphoned from future Sentinels.

So, right now, he could afford to fund his lover’s country and her mercenary business.

“Dante, that will be billion—”

He pressed a finger to her lips. She looked at him over it with wide eyes, asking without words — “are you sure about giving up billions for me?”

“Consider it my thanks for everything.”

She pushed his hand aside and wrapped her arms around his chest from the side. Pressing her face in his arm, she whispered, “Symkaria will never forget this.”

He put an arm around her shoulder, giving her space to settle her emotions. Laura leaned on his other side, probably feeling left out. So he wrapped his arm around Laura as well.

Emma looked at three of them with visible displeasure. She uncrossed her arms and rose from her chair. “I’m taking my children back to the academy.”

“See you later.”

She paused at the door. “I’ll leave for Europe tonight.”

“Call if anything goes wrong. I’ll teleport to you.”

Europe had its own mutant factions, who were equally suppressed by SHIELD. Emma showing up alone to claim a dead man’s wealth might attract their attention.

She nodded once and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Jean crossed her legs, her gaze fixed on the door. “I never thought I’d feel sorry for Emma Frost. And yet, I do.”

Silvija squeezed him in her grip, quietly looking up at him. Her eyes conveyed a sense of concern. She was more worried that he would be hurt by this than the potential problem of Emma stealing him from her.

He was feeling a headache just thinking about the relationship conversation Emma would eventually want. She would ask for him to be her exclusively, and he would obviously reject her. That would ruin the relationship they had at the moment and hurt Emma as well.

‘How do I deal with this?’

The harem option was out of the window. If involving Gwen in a harem relationship was like lifting a suitcase, then Emma would be like lifting a mountain. Her high pride wouldn’t let her become someone’s second lover, much less the sixth one.

“Want me to brainwash her for your harem?”

He shook his head at Death’s suggestion.

“Why not? She would brainwash you in a heartbeat. Her Telepathy just doesn’t work on you.’

He could see that happening. Emma hadn’t become some kind saint. At her core, she still was a ruthless person. The only difference was that she had accepted her soft spot for her students, her friends, and him.

‘I’ll find a solution on the trip.’

For now, he pulled Silvija and Laura closer, feeling the warmth of both beauties in his arms.

Laura surprisingly or unsurprisingly had no complaints about being third or fifth. She just wanted to be with him. Nothing else mattered to her. This indifference was refreshing in a way.

After chatting for a few minutes, he said goodbye to Jean. He walked through the corridor, one hand holding Silvija’s and the other holding Laura’s. Just as they arrived outside Silvija’s room, she released her hand from his grip and walked over to poke Laura’s cheek.

“Go study.”

“I don’t want to.”

Silvija placed both hands on Laura’s shoulders and turned her gently but firmly. “I need some time alone with my boyfriend. You’ll get your turn later.”

He didn’t need telepathy to know what the alone time in her room meant. She wanted him. He felt the same way, despite doing it with Death like three days ago.

Laura brushed Silvija’s hands aside. “Dante, do you want me to leave?”

The gleam in her eyes conveyed that she knew exactly what would happen upon her departure, yet her question was worded to put him on the spot, to make him hesitate in sending her away.

This young woman, who had tried to seduce him a few hours ago, was far from innocent.

“You brat,” Silvija said, the affection in her voice doing very little to conceal the exasperation. “You had him to yourself for two entire days. What more do you want?”

Laura glanced away, blushing a little. “He was sleeping.”

“And did that stop you from wrapping yourself around him all day?”

“He looked cold.”

“...”

Dante leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Laura’s forehead. It was meant as a small peace offering to settle the moment and send her off. She cupped his face in both hands before he could pull back. She tilted her head, and their lips met softly.

He stepped away the moment she let go. “You’re getting cheekier.”

She revealed a satisfied grin. “If you want to bribe me, commit to it. Nobody likes half-baked pancakes.”

He reached out to flick her, but she stepped away and dashed around the corner. The exposure to the internet and studying with Ava had completely changed Laura in a way.

Silvija watched the empty corridor for a long moment and then turned to Dante.

The anger in her eyes was the signature jealousy of a woman.

“Listen, I can explain—”

Silvija placed both palms against his chest and pushed him into the locked door. She inserted the key, twisted it, and shoved him inside with her right hand. The pushing kept going until his knees hit the bed. One final, firm thrust sent him sprawling onto the mattress.

She turned and locked the door. When she faced him again, her fingers were already working through the buttons of her business suit, one by one, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The raw lust on her face left no room for interpretation.

She planted one knee on the bed and crawled over him. Her thighs slid to either side of his waist until she straddled him. “You’re not leaving until I’m satisfied, love… and I’m feeling very needy right now.”

He reached up and popped the buttons on his longcoat. “Wrong. You’re not leaving until I’ve fucked you senseless.”

She rolled her shoulders and let the suit slide off to the floor, leaving just her crisp white shirt clinging to her curves, emphasizing the round shape of her breasts. She took his long coat, folded it gently, and tossed it on the nightstand.

“Love, I’ll give you everything.” She leaned down and breathed on his neck. “Just revive me if I die from fucking too much.”

He cupped her face with both hands, letting the golden glow of his biokinesis cover his hands. Her fatigue melted away in seconds, bringing her energy to peak.

“It’ll never come to that.”

Silvija smiled. “Then it’s a contest to see who gets bored first.”

He slid his hands down to her breasts and pressed his thumbs to tease the stiff nipples trapped beneath the tight shirt. “Then I’ll be here for the rest of my life.”

She let out a chuckle. “You smooth-talking bastard.”

“I’m honest.”

She rose onto her knees and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tight gray pants. Before she could peel them down, he gripped her inner thighs and dug his fingers firmly. One small push and the fabric gave way with a sharp, satisfying rip, splitting an opening.

The sudden exposure painted a deep flush across her cheeks. “You beast. That was my favorite suit.”

“You’re way hotter like this,” he whispered, eyes locked on the glistening wet patch soaking the front of her simple vanilla-white panties. His thumb brushed over it slowly, teasing the swollen pussy beneath. “You’re so wet. We can skip the foreplay.”

“Mmm, I know… I’ve been wet since the second I locked that door.”

She rocked back to sit on his knees and attacked his belt. Her enhanced dexterity and strength made short work of it; zipper, button, everything slid down smoothly. His pants and boxers were hurled down his legs and thrown away like trash.

His cock came out thick, thick and throbbing.

“Finally,” Silvija breathed hard and wrapped her fingers around his member, giving one slow, firm stroke from base to tip. “Mmmph, my favorite toy.”

Her breathing had turned ragged and her pupils blown wide with raw lust.

She bent low and took his member into her mouth with a hungry moan while stroking it hard. The bliss ended in a few seconds. She stretched her lips around the crown of his penis and worked up a generous pool of saliva. When she pulled back, thick strands dripped onto his shaft.

“Look how shiny you are,” she chuckled and licked every inch to make every inch of his cock glisten in her saliva. “Ready, love?”

He sat up and held the back of her head. With his free hand, he held his cock and rubbed it against her lips until her lipstick left a mark on it. “I’m ready now.”

“You’re annoying.”

She laughed and shoved him onto his back with enough force to make him bounce twice on the soft mattress, getting him back in that position under her. She straightened up, hooked two fingers into the crotch of her ruined panties, and pulled the fabric aside, exposing her glistening folds.

“Watch me take every inch in one try.”

The moment she began to lower herself, he grabbed her hips, stopping her just as the head of his cock kissed her entrance. “Make your symbiote leave.”

“Shit, right.” She looked at her arm. “Agony. Come out, girl.”

The living black mass rippled across her skin and obediently peeled away from her arm. Agony jumped off the bed and crawled under it.

Venom detached from Dante in a small, glossy black blob, tendrils waving like it was sulking. “Betraaayal.”

He shooed his little partner, making it scurry toward the door.

“Don’t go too far—” he wanted to warn Venom, but Silvija had run out of patience.

Gripping his cock, she sank down, taking every inch of him until her ass sat flushed against him.

“Ahhh-fuck, yes!” she moaned loudly and leaned forward, hair falling around them like a silver curtain. “I missed this… Mmmph!”

She crushed her mouth into his in a hungry kiss. His arms locked around her waist and his fingers dug into the soft curve just above her hips as she started to ride him. There was no adjusting phase for Silvija this time. She went at full, brutal pace from the get-go. Her hips slammed down with wet, rhythmic slaps that drowned her soft moans in his mouth.

“Enjoy it, Dante,” she panted between deep, messy kisses as her tongue slid against his. “This is a one-of-a-kind present from Symkaria’s queen… for your generosity.”

“Does that mean you’d do it for anyone with enough money?”

She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and rolled her hips in sensual circles. “Before you? Probably for a few right millions. Money is—oh god—it’s everything for Symkaria!”

“And now?”

She planted affectionate kisses on his neck and his jawline. “My body belongs to my future husband.”

“Who’s that?” he teased with a grin. “Do I know him?”

She bit his lower lip and soothed it with her tongue. “Some durak (dummy) named Dante.”

His hands slid lower and squeezed the full, firm globes of her ass. Despite the tight business pants, he could feel her muscles flex underneath with every bobbing and rolling motion of her hips.

“Fuck, this is so hot—”

Silvija silenced him with another kiss and straightened up just enough to look down at him. Her eyes were half-lidded, full of desire. Her lips were a bit swollen.

“Relax,” she whispered in a husky voice. “Leave everything to me today.”

Last time, he had complete control. This time, she assumed command.

In the quiet peace of the room, with only the sounds of their breathing and the wet slaps of her ass against his thighs, Silvija took her sweet time riding him. She rolled her hips in sensual, grinding circles, using every bit of her agile body to squeeze and milk him. Suddenly, her pace turned savage and hungry, slamming herself onto him with shameless moans.

“Oh—mhphhh… I’m cumming!” she cried out sharply, her walls clamping down around him like a vice. “Come with me, Dante!”

He naturally understood the assignment without being told. He thrust up hard to meet her and pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her spasming pussy.

Silvija shuddered violently through the aftershocks, breathing hard for a few moments before she lifted her hips until only the swollen head of his cock remained nestled inside her dripping folds. She spun around and sank back into the reverse cowgirl.

“I saw this on an adult website.” She began working her hips slowly as she looked over her shoulder. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. Let me make it better.”

He reached out and ripped the ruined panties completely off her body in one savage tug and threw them away. He gripped her ass firmly and spread her cheeks wide apart.

“What a view.”

The new angle gave him the perfect view of her slick, stretched pussy shamelessly swallowing every inch of him again and again, now creamy and glistening with their mixed fluids.

His cock throbbed violently inside her at the obscene sight.

“Love, this is embarrassing…” she moaned, her voice husky yet shy. “Don’t stare like that.”

“Didn’t you say this body belongs to me?”

“Okay. Fine!” She slammed down and wriggled her butt. “Stare as much as you want.”

He gently slapped her ass, making her moan ever harder. “Don’t stop moving this ass.”

“I won’t!”

Hours passed by, but she kept riding him in different positions. Every time she would near exhaustion, his Biokinesis would endlessly energize her.

She continued riding him deep into the evening like she was memorizing every inch and corner of his cock, like this might be their last time for a long while.

He didn’t ruin the moment by reminding her he could fly across the planet in minutes or teleport to Symkaria at will. Right now, lying beneath her with his hands on her hips while his lover used him exactly how she wanted was exactly where he wanted to be.