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As Dante came out of their office still waking up, they laid their eyes on Faust, the only other Sinner in the bus awake.
<Mmph... good morning, Faust.> Their clock hands clicked like a bicycle chain as they turned their head towards Faust groggily.
She nodded at them. “Good morning, Dante.” She returned the gaze. “Was it intentional that you had awoken so early?”
<What..? What time is it?>
“It is 4:41 in the morning.”
<Awh... No, no it wasn’t...> Dante groaned to the best of their ability. <I doubt I can go back to sleep now, though.>
“Understood. If you would like, Faust will keep you company until work hours begin.”
<That sounds nice.> Dante stretched out their limbs, emitting a squeak every time they hit the position just right. <Ah, keep me company, how?>
“However you wish. Conversing, playing chess or other games of such sorts, even engaging in sexual activity. Faust will ensure your entertainment however you wish.”
<That–> Had Dante been able to choke on their spit, they would have. <That’s really– uh, um, thanks for those suggestions, Faust...>
“Have you made a decision, Dante?”
<It–it’s a little hard to think...> Dante plopped down onto the seat across from Faust. <I mean, that last one... you don’t– it– I just wasn’t prepared to hear it...>
“Then, are you uncomfortable? I apologise.”
<Not uncomfortable, just thrown off...> Dante fiddled their thumbs. <I gotta say, you’d probably be the last person I expected to... want to... have...>
“Faust indulges in desire every once in a while.” She quietly smiled, though impossible to see in the dark of the night. “Times like these are adequate to do so.”
<Gotcha. But we– if we were to... do it, I wouldn’t wanna do it out here.>
“You wish to move to your office?”
<If we were going to...>
Dante paused to contemplate it, though the seed of desire that had planted itself in the back of their mind a mere thirty seconds ago had already finalised their decision and grown into a flourishing tree.
“The weight of your breathing has increased as shown by the movement of your chest. If you do not mind my observation, you seem to be aroused.”
<Ah...>
She wasn’t wrong. Then again, she never was.
The moment that... suggestion escaped her lips, Dante’s mind wandered into every possibility they could think of.
Faust trembling under their touch.
Their fingers between Faust’s thighs.
Their hands squeezing Faust’s soft chest.
Unrestrained lust in Faust’s eyes.
<You... you could say that. I... I guess I am...>
Dante shifted in their seat, rubbing their thighs together.
“Then shall we head to your office?” Faust stood up, her smile never having left. She offered a hand out to Dante.
<...Of course, Faust.> They accepted her hand and stood up. There is no fathomable way they’d pass on an opportunity like this.
The two made their way to Dante’s office. Dante’s heart was beating so quickly, they were sure Faust could feel it through their hand.
Before they knew it, the door was opened and closed behind them, and Faust let go of their hand.
The rustling of clothes filled the silence brought by the night.
The clothes– the very same ones Dante had put on just ten minutes ago– fell to the floor with soft thuds.
“On the bed.” Faust commanded. Her voice wasn’t any stronger than it usually was, but she certainly sounded sterner than normal.
<O–ooh, okay...>
Dante immediately obliged without question. Well, why the hell did they? Weren’t they her manager?
It took Faust a few seconds before joining Dante on the bed, and in those few seconds they could hear more of the rustling and friction.
Is this real? Oh wow...
Dante’s mind was racing; surely it could beat a WARP Train in a race. Whatever Faust wanted them to do, they’d happily accept.
And snapping them out of their thoughts, Faust made her first move of the morning.
She placed a hand on Dante’s now unclothed waist.
Dante ticked incoherently, melting at Faust’s touch.
Another hand joined on the other side of their bare body.
She grazed their bare skin, inching downwards as she noted every crease and stretch mark adorning their legs.
Dante reached under Faust’s arms, aiming to caress her back, but never reaching her. Faust reluctantly leaned backwards to avoid their hands.
“Not yet.”
<Hu–huh..?>
“Don’t touch Faust just yet...” She brought one of her hands to their chest, intentionally brushing against Dante’s hardening nipple. They shivered at the overwhelming sensation and nodded at Faust, placing their hands behind themself.
They were going to need to wash their bedsheets with how soaked they were.
Allowing herself back on track, Faust returned her hands to Dante’s thighs, creeping ever so closely to their crotch. Dragging it out so agonisingly, Dante had to resist bucking their hips into Faust’s hand.
She needs to hurry up...
Much to Faust’s entertainment, Dante was already shaking. She quietly chuckled, and for the sake of Dante, sped up her actions.
Finally, oh, finally, she made it up to Dante’s pussy.
She glided a finger between their lower lips, feeling out just how wet they were.
Dante clicked out a whimper, throwing their head back.
“You’re so wet for Faust, Dante. You like her a lot, don’t you?”
<A–ahh... how could I not..?>
Faust hummed contently and moved her finger up to Dante’s clit, earning another, louder whimper out of them. She rubbed and circled it gently, yet Dante couldn’t help thrusting into her hand and tightening their grip on the sheets.
Faust quickened her movements, Dante’s breath getting heavier as a result. Their hips began moving out of rhythm, signalling they were close, and Faust, deciding to be a smug bastard...
took her hand away from Dante’s clit.
<Wuh... wha..?>
“Don’t dare to finish yourself off, Dante. Faust needs to get something for you.” Faust didn’t spare another word to Dante, leaving them clueless and a little disappointed.
She hopped off the bed after grabbing something, and faintly, Dante could hear some rustling, just barely over the beating of their heart.
<Faust...> Dante clicked, ticked, and tocked, praying to whatever’s out there that Faust wouldn’t be this mean as to leave them edged like that.
Fortunately, Faust did indeed come back to the bed.
The white-haired Sinner crawled on top of Dante, admiring the flames emanating from their clock head. She pressed a kiss to it before leaning her own head on their shoulder, and her right hand found its way back down to Dante’s pussy. With two fingers, she spread them open.
She inched her hips closer to theirs, and at their entrance, Dante felt–
Faust was wearing a strapon.
At the realisation, Dante couldn’t help but ooze out a whine, the sound blowing out of their head like a train whistle.
Faust pressed the tip right against their entrance, and in their position any rash movement Dante made would end up with 6 inches of silicone inside them.
“Are you ready, Dante?”
<Faust– Faust, I think... this is the most ready I’ve been, ever. Please just put–>
Faust thrusted inside, not even allowing Dante to finish their sentence.
Well, they did technically finish their sentence. It’s just that no one would accept “WHIRR!!” as a proper sentence ender.
“Hey, Dante.” Faust’s voice brought Dante down to earth as her next thrust sent them back out into orbit. “You’re allowed to touch Faust now.”
Not bothering with words, Dante reached out under Faust’s arms once more, and finally, finally was able to feel across her back. Their hands travelled up and down her spine, admiring every groove that jutted out of her skin. With every sharp thrust Faust made, Dante’s hands stopped caressing her and instead dug into her skin, earning a soft “ah” from her. Of course, they tried their best not to draw her blood, but alas, how sure can you be when you’re getting your brains fucked out?
Faust’s hands were on the bed by now, her grip tightening as she sped up her movements ever so slightly. Slightly , but that didn’t stop Dante from crying out her name every time her hips were close enough to whisper to theirs.
She bit down on the delicate skin of their neck, earning a sound akin to ringing bells. As they felt her groaning into their flesh, Dante shuddered and whimpered through the vibrations, the condensation, only allowing Faust to hit more and more of their sweet spots.
Dante’s hands were driven to Faust’s scalp as she hastened her movements once more. Faust pressed two fingers against Dante’s clit once more, and wasted no time rubbing them off mercilessly. They could have mistaken her for a Liu Association member, given how much her hand burned and stung the thousands of nerves. Her motions were beginning to become erratic, practically begging Dante to finish. And Dante, in return, begged Faust to let them.
The heat in the pit that was their stomach was beginning to match that of the planet’s core. It dug deeper and deeper into their veins, seeping into their organs until the only instinct left dripping from them was carnal desire, urging them to give in to utter pleasure: the best, they’re sure, they’d ever experience in their entire life.
<Fa– Faust, I’m– I’m so– c– gon-na...>
“Go ahead, Dante. Show Faust how much you love her.”
***
The lewd, shrill sound that emanated from Dante could have made you mistake them for an alarm clock. It could certainly wake up everyone on the bus, even given the circumstances of the Sinners’ rooms. The loud, echoed gonging could have been a warning that today was someone’s death day.
Their gears, their clock hands, their every wire, they all clicked and whirred obnoxiously as their brain turned to sludge; slowing, stopping, and sinking every thought that dared to cross their mind like it was quicksand.
The euphoria that hit Dante could be described as no less than Heaven. The millions of Golden Boughs all resonated with them at once to ascend them to the stars. Time slowed, time accelerated, time ended, and time began. Their vision went black, and their vision went white.
The swirl that snapped inside of them gushed out all at once through their release, lifting the weight that threatened to flatten their organs and kill them from the inside out. They clenched down on Faust’s strap, tightly , leaving her unable to pull out for... however long Dante’s orgasm lasted. Their head was thrown back, their fire was burning brighter, they were tugging at Faust’s hair (though their grip wasn’t too tense on her); hell, every part of their body had given in and given up, going limp as if they’d been sedated.
***
Dante came back to their senses after a minute of laying in Faust’s arms. Their release had disoriented them so much, they weren’t even sure whether she was still inside them or not. They’d just about gone numb from the hips down as soon as they’d cum.
<...Ah... Fau...st?>
Dante let their hands travel from her head and rest on her shoulders. They refused to grip her at all (and they weren’t sure they even could if they wanted to), instead letting themself relax and soak in the moment.
Dante could swear they heard Faust briefly sigh discontentedly before leaning backwards and away from them. She slid her hands forward onto their thighs and inched away, leaning back on the bed frame.
Without a word, she unbuckled her strap-on and slipped it down her legs, a little bit of a challenge since she wasn’t willing to stand up.
<Hold on, Faust.>
She looked at Dante, not stopping what she was doing.
“Yes?”
<Um... did you, ah... finish?>
Faust blinked at them. She waited until the harness was entirely off her body to give her response.
“...No.”
<I was just thinking... I’d– I want to... help you out. With that.>
Faust hummed and curled her lips into a small smile.
“That is quite sweet, Dante, but are you certain?”
<Please. You just gave me the most... earth shattering release. The best in my entire life, probably. Let me do this for you... it’s the least I can do to thank you.>
“You make quite the tempting offer, Dante.” She relaxed herself on the bed frame. “Alright, then. Faust will allow you to pleasure her.”
Dante crawled over to her, rather excited they’d gotten this chance, shaking with excitement. ...And from aftershocks.
They awkwardly moved their hands in any direction they could think of that was towards something that could pleasure Faust, unable to make a decision.
Faust guided their unruly hands to her breasts, having to hold back an entertained chuckle.
“Start here, Dante.”
<Ah, got it... sorry...>
Dante fondled and squished the soft lumps of skin on Faust’s chest, being sure to savour every moment of this. It didn’t last long before Dante had to remember this was for Faust , not them , though.
They brought their fingertips to the more sensitive parts of her tits and... well, they didn’t exactly know what to do, but they managed. They squeezed and pulled on her areolas, though lightly, afraid to harm her. Experimentally, they played with one at a time, strangely curious to see if Faust would give them different reactions to each side.
She did.
As Dante fiddled with her right nipple, she maintained her composure. Mostly. A few deep exhales here and there, but nothing too wild.
The left one, in their other hand, earned a much more visceral reaction.
“Ah–...”
Faust’s hands made their way up to Dante’s shoulders, rather violently. She gripped them for dear life as she dipped her head forward, shaky exhales doing their best to escape her agape mouth. And somehow, even in the dimness of the early morning, Dante could see just about a hundred hairs on her head that were unkempt.
<Faust?! Are you okay?> Dante replaced the fingers on Faust’s tit with their palm, now simply resting against it.
“Gh... yes– yes...” Faust looked up at Dante. “It’s just that... Faust’s left areola is quite sensitive. I would... advise you to move your hands downwards.”
Dante nodded without a word spoken, without a single tick-tock. They leaned their head on Faust’s shoulder, wrapping their left arm around her. Their right hand travelled down her body, making sure to leave every trace of her skin engraved in their memory. They wished, they hoped that Faust was theirs and theirs only. To have her sweet skin, her beautiful hair, her soothing voice echoing out those little moans, to take her off her high throne , all to themself, would be an absolute blessing, and they would actually have a reason for once to believe in a divine being.
<Faust... if only I had my human head...> Their hand made it down to her pelvis, and they rested it on her thigh, fighting every single urge and twitch from their nerves, as well as hers, that ushered them so desperately to get on with it . <...I think I would give you so many hickeys. I– really want to...>
“Ah, that’s quite the disclosure. How brave of you, Dante.”
<Oh... did you not want–>
“No, no. The contrary. Faust is just, for lack of a better word, amazed that you are being so straightforward about it.” She wrapped her own arm around Dante, reeling them closer in, caressing their back. “When you get your old head back, Faust will gladly indulge you in as many blemishes as you wish to leave.”
Hearing that Faust would willingly have sex with Dante again in the future ignited a passion inside them. Admittedly, some of it did come off their head through flames, and some of it did drip out through their pussy, but they still had enough to be motivated to pleasure Faust, to thank her for suggesting it to them.
Their hand reached her soft vulva, wet and inviting. They ran their fingers down and back up her labia– gently, slowly, delicately– careful not to slip a single knuckle inside just yet. As their fingers peaked back at Faust’s clit, they began to press and rub it in circles, doing their best to recall and reenact what she had done to them just a few minutes prior.
“Dante...” Faust held her breath at the front of her mouth; her throat was busy keeping a chuckle captive. “You’re off by a little. Move your hand to the left, please.”
Dante chimed out an embarrassed, slow tolling that Faust felt on her shoulder, and they soon moved their hand accordingly. They swirled the spot quite cautiously, afraid they’d mess up once more.
<...This good?>
“Ah– yes, Dante. Thank you dearly...”
The praise had Dante weak, though their fingers moved faster than ever. They rubbed her off like it was their duty to, as if their entire status depended on this very moment. They rubbed her off as if it were a game, a game where the better they performed, the more praise they’d be given– and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong on that front.
Though Faust was, for the most part, quiet, save for her breathing, she did her best to assure Dante they were doing well. Through head pats, soft kisses, and leaning into their touch, she got her point across.
Though Dante would be insane to complain about anything from the scene they were in, there was just one little bit that kept it from being perfect, from being a piece of Heaven taken down from the night sky.
Dante needed to hear more of Faust’s voice praising them, telling them how so very nicely they were treating her.
<Please, Faust.>
They sped up, then stopped abruptly.
<Tell me. How much you... like this.>
The way the clock conveyed the words was a sort of melancholy chime, a pitiful noise, though they certainly didn’t mean to sound so desperate. Yet, in that moment alone with Faust, that’s all they were: a desperate, yearning clock , a thing less than her, that needed only her validation to truly become human.
“...Hah.” It wasn’t an annoyed exhale. More of a release of tension, though quite calm compared to what the two were building up. “Dante.” She placed her left hand over their right, never having left her vulva. Her own right hand reached for the side of the clock and lifted it up, turning them towards her face. “You’re doing well. So, so well. Please...” Faust pressed her fingertips against their knuckles, barely restraining herself from bucking into them. “...Don’t stop.”
Dante nodded slowly and began rubbing again. Slower than when they had stopped, but they picked up the pace when they felt it was right, too scared of overwhelming Faust. <...I’m sorry about that. I– I don’t know what I–>
“No– no, it’s– perfectly fine.” Faust cooed, her words being hammered into pieces as she picked up her shaken thoughts. “It is... quite common to make rash decisions or statements as you... lose yourself to lust.” Both of her hands were now on the sides of Dante’s clock. “–And that’s what Faust finds interesting about you.” She pulled her face closer to theirs. “Though it’s difficult to visually identify you as a human... now, you prove that you are more human than ever.” Closer. “–Dante.” Their name slipped off her tongue so naturally, like a shallow waterfall off smooth rocks. “Thank you for treating Faust so well.” She pressed a gentle kiss on the dial in the middle of the clock face. Though there was no blood circulation in Dante’s head, they flushed and grew lightheaded, their flames flickering and crackling so radiantly.
Dante was so high on the praise, they nearly forgot they were servicing Faust, and quickly got back to work before she noticed anything going awry. They smoothed out their movements, going up, and down, and swirling around her clit, pressing it deep in, and dragging it back out. They eventually even found themself brave enough to push two of their fingers into Faust, substituting their thumb for the fingers on her clit that she’d miss.
To Faust, being drowned in bliss, the motions were so rigorous she couldn’t tell whether her hips were moving due to Dante’s hand thrusting against her down there or simply because she was losing herself to those carnal, visceral instincts. Her vision and cognition were being clouded, blinded, boiling her down to a mindless state where she would pursue ecstasy indefinitely, lost in the forest of pure desire.
“Please, faster–” Her hands moved down to their neck, her fingertips barely digging into their skin. Even as she was being pleasured out of her mind, Faust was careful enough to never leave a fatal mark on Dante, careful enough to not press deep into their skin. “Dante, I’m close...” The strength to hold back her soft whimpers faltered, and the noises that warmed the cold air were music to Dante’s ears.
Dante devotedly sped up, pressing their thumb further and further into Faust’s clit. They admittedly became less careful with their movements, but Faust seemed to welcome all of it, given the way she was intensely rutting against their hand without a damn or criticism in sight. Dante curled their fingers inside of Faust, caressing her slick walls and finding their way down to that sweet spot that made her entire body twitch.
“–Ah! Yes, more–...”
And faster they went. Dante watched her expression bouncing with their thrusts: her eyes half open, her mouth agape, hairs sticking to her face with sweat. It was the most emotion they’d ever seen her express.
Then came her heavenly voice, expressing her climax.
“–Dante... Dante!”
Faust gasped out their name. She gripped their shoulders in delight and whipped her head to the side, eyes now wrenched shut. Dante found it especially charming that she pulsed against their fingers, her walls clenching down on them. They weren’t exactly sure what to do then, so they settled on watching Faust ride out her orgasm with their fingers still inside of her. Which they thought was the best possible course of action, because holy shit , Faust looked incredible. Panting, sweating, her hair a mess.
<...Wow.>
“Nhh...” Faust, not completely down from her high, took a moment to breathe. She rolled her head back upright on her shoulders, and regarded Dante with her deep eyes. “That was...” She shuffled her hips, feeling Dante’s fingers that had never left her body, and hissed rather loudly. “–Dante, please remove your hand. Due to the... recent orgasm, Faust is quite sensitive.”
<Right, right!> Dante swiftly popped their fingers out of Faust, both at once, and lifted their thumb off her clit. <Um... sorry. I didn’t really know what to do there.>
“It is quite alright. Faust did not expect you to service her at top quality, given your lack of memories. Though I will admit you have, at the very least, surprised Faust. That was one of the more pleasant orgasms Faust has experienced.”
<Aah... ha...> Dante stuttered and blushed like an idiot. And an idiot they were, sort of, because their own orgasm blasted away the ability for gears to turn in their head. <I’m– I’m glad that I made you feel good...>
They sat in comfortable silence for what felt like hours. For most of that time, the two couldn’t bring themselves to meet each other's eyes. Growing anxious with every second, Dante felt the need to sate their curiosity.
<So... do you just carry that... thing around in your jacket all the time? I mean, where did you even– why , do you even have that..? And during work hours..?>
Faust chuckled and placed a hand on Dante’s. “Well, Faust does not keep it on her person at all times. Today was a special occasion, which Faust thought she would prepare for the foreseen outcome.”
<Outcome, you say...> Dante mumbled to themself, half wishing Faust could hear them. They emboldened their voice. <You knew we were going to end up having sex..? Or was it just that you planned this out? You were desperate to do this with me?”
“Stop that, Dante...” Faust pressed her fingers on their hand. She was beginning to rasp their name like their guide did. “Teasing is unnatural coming from you.”
<Sorry. I think I’m high on these, um, feelings...>
“All is well. Faust, too.”
<Then I think we should sleep them off.>
Dante shuffled over to Faust, pressing half their weight on the left side of her bare body.
“Dante. Dante.” Faust patted their back, whispering into their ear like an angel. “It’s still morning, despite how long this sexual endeavour has made time seem. If Faust estimates correctly, it is 6:19.”
<That still gives us two hours. Take it easy, Faust.>
“One hour and forty-one minutes, to be exact.”
<...Would it be weird to say that I love your voice?>
“In relation to what Faust has been told, no, this is by the standard. In relation to your position in the company, yes. But Faust does not mind ‘weird’.”
Dante held themself back, just barely, from spilling a certain three words to the Sinner in front of them. The quiet atmosphere the two sat in was almost as intimate.
Their embers of lust quelled after a few more minutes of that sweet silence, and the two finally got their shit together, Dante lifting themself off Faust, the quietest groan (chime?) emanating from them.
<I’ll get dressed.> They scooted over to the edge of the bed and hopped off, only to wobble before falling back onto the damp mattress. They hissed and brought a hand against their own crotch, but not in the way they would be searching for another climax. <Oh, holy crap , that burns!>
“Forgive Faust. I may have gotten carried away and grown weak seeing you in such a state of submission. I will be more mindful in the future.”
<You plan on doing this again with me sometime soon?>
“...Perhaps.”
Faust managed to get her tiring body off the bed, though not without stumbling a little herself and having to lean her weight on Dante’s desk.
<Are you gonna be okay in combat today?>
“Faust will handle it.”
<Faust, it’s okay. If you need a break, I just won’t use you in Luxcavation or Mirror Dungeons today.>
“You’re too kind, Dante.”
Faust picked up her uniform from the floor and stretched out before putting them back on. Dante could see a little struggle to slip the clothes on, which they assumed was from the incredible amounts of sweat produced from their journey to each other’s pleasure. And they suddenly noticed how hot it was in their room.
<Hey, Faust? Do you mind bringing me my clothes?>
“Of course not, Dante.”
She abided by their request and strode over to the bed with a little more of that confidence she usually donned, Dante’s uniform in her hands. She placed it on their lap and reached behind them, returning to their vision with her strap in her hand.
“Faust needs to place this in her room before the other Sinners detect us. If you don’t mind, Dante...”
<Oh, got it. Go ahead.> They gave her a thumbs up and watched as she hurriedly rushed out of their office. They began buttoning up their shirt, soon to stop in amazement at Faust’s speedy return. They shook off the shock and continued, trying not to let the sweat sticking to their clothes bother them.
Dante stood up once they were done, with less wobbling this time. Their pussy admittedly still stung like hell, but they decided they’d suck it up.
<Alright, Faust. I think I’m ready.>
“As am I. Let us return to the cabin of Mephistopheles.”
<Yeah.>
This might be a long day.
But at least Dante can be next to Faust. Wanting, waiting, for the next time to come.