The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

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She thrust her tongue into his mouth and retreated, coaxing his own into hers. Both hands flew up to hold onto his hair as she wrapped her legs around his hips and gasped against his lips, panting with anticipation.

John's tongue met hers without hesitation. He could feel the heat between her legs and it nearly swamped him. It had been a while since someone had gotten him this hot and it was almost startling, but his grip just tightened on her legs, dragging up to her ass so he could pull her against him. It didn't take much for him to slide deep into her, with no preamble.

It was only so good as distraction, running his hands up John's sides as he sat pinned in the chair by the other man. Babe nipped at his lip, breathing deep and nearly biting when he felt fingers touching him.

John kept the kiss deep and a bit sloppy, tongue sweeping his mouth and forcing Babe's head back a little bit. He stroked Babe once before taking the lube back and pouring some into his hand. It warmed quickly as he stroked again, feeling himself get hard from pure anticipation.

Without speaking or stopping, John rolled the ring down Babe's cock until it circled his base, snug.

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"Fuck," he swore at the contact, his body warm, and muscles tense. Babe ground against him, slipping hands up his back.

"Good?" he asked, twisting his hips slowly, stroking over Babe's ass, his fingers lingering along the crease. He could feel Babe stirring against his abdomen and he reached between them to take them both in hand, starting a slow stroke. "Yes. Good."

"What's the appeal," he said, shrugging his jacket off before letting Lore do what he pleased with his arms. "Tell me. What do you get from tying me up?" John was clearly pleased, loving Lore's words, the way a smug enjoyment was flitting across his face.

"Yes," he said, lifting his head to look down at Lore as his mouth moved over his chest and stomach. His arms strained a bit and he fell back. "You get whatever you want. You can do whatever you want." He settled down, smiling happily, "I'm yours again."

John is a mess, but he's always been a mess. Being forced to stay in one place for more than two days has put him in the position of actually connecting to people. Mostly it's River and Seph, but he's latched onto Stildyne like an unfortunate limpet. Unfortunate, of course, because he's embarrassed by it, but also because Stildyne is going home soon. As for River, it's probably the healthiest relationship he's ever had if only because they both know why they're drawn to each other. Seph is a bit more complicated. He's younger and in such a place of uncertainty. John knows he can't really be what he needs, and isn't even sure he wants to be.

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She arched her back, and wrapped her legs around his hips. He tasted like heat and smoke and was more intoxicating than the alcohol. She panted struggling for breath meeting the violence of his kiss with her own.

This was where John always felt better. His hands were hard at work, getting her as naked as possible before dealing with his own clothing. She was delightfully warm and soft, as usual, and his palms enjoyed the smooth skin of her thighs as he kicked his jeans off, still kissing her as though he intended to drink her down. It wasn't quite desperation, although if his expression had darkened at all, it might have been just that. Of course, River, by now, was no stranger to just how carefully John walked the line between eager and desperate.

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"Across the hall." John smirked up at him, still wriggling lower, tugging gently against Stildyne's grip. "231. You want to go inside?" He was teasing, enjoying himself, "not in the mood for the hall, are you?"

Cinnamon and Chocolate, just like they talked about. He'd tasted both with approval and waited for River now, enjoying a glass of whiskey at the same time. What a stroke of luck, that they'd both showed up in this pocket dimension. River had proved herself to be quite the comforting companion. He hadn't ever expected to like the woman, but he did.