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Several years after the Qliphot incident, life has returned to the same levels of normality that Devil May Cry could afford. You, a passionate devil huntress at heart, have helped with post-incident cleanup and restoration of the city. That is how you became a good friend of Team Dante and practically became part of the (dysfunctional) family. Meeting the Sparda boys was chaotic at best.
You were out and about exterminating leftover demon nests all around Redgrave when you stumbled upon a particularly nasty one. At least it looked like it from the outside, as you were almost overwhelmed by the hordes of hungry and distressed empusas. Their blood-filled gasters were popping with an exceptionally disgusting sound as you chopped through them with your trademark dual blades. You were sure you were covered with demon blood and guts from head to toe. This is why you never took jobs for empusa nests. However, once you made your way deep inside the demon's lair, you found out that it was already being taken care of. You saw two white-haired men make quick work of the Empusa Queen standing in the far corner of the cave. The one in red was dual-wielding semi-automatic M1911s, but the speed with which the bullets shot out of the barrels made you absolutely sure the guns were heavily modified. His partner, dressed in black-ish clothes ornamented with mint-green patterns, was elegantly sporting a katana. The longer you tried following his movements, the more he appeared to be actually teleporting. The Queen was stunned most of the time, unable to process the onslaught of attacks. It was literally shredded to pieces in front of your eyes. The men seemed to say something to each other angrily. They then proceeded towards the exit, their bickering getting louder and louder until they looked like they were about to fight each other instead. As they grabbed the collars of each other's coats, you presented yourself from around the corner you were watching them from.
At first, you were unsure how to react. Typically, devil hunters were wary of other hunters in their area, particularly because that meant potentially losing a part of your pay. You were ready to "square up," as this part of the city was assigned to you (and nobody else) during the devil hunter symposium, during which all surviving members of the Redgrave devil hunting community came up with an organized damage control plan. But this time, however, you were doing stuff pro bono. You looked at the two men expectantly, not sure what to do. As they finally took notice of you too (their gazes were piercing you, but in two different kind of ways), you finally had the chance to really look at them. It did not take long for you to understand who stood before you. The legendary devil hunter Dante and his twin brother Vergil, whose mess you were currently drenched in. You probably stink like his mess, too. It felt a bit embarrassing as they just gawked at you (probably a reflex), and you felt increasingly self-aware of your looks and weaponry that you still held in your hands tightly. You cleared your throat and sheathed your blades quickly to release tension, removing extra chunky pieces of demonic intestines from your clothes. You felt the need to say something quickly. So, you looked at the twin who was already smiling at your shy antics and said the first thing that came to your mind:
"You're Dante, right?" He only showed you the flirtatious smirk in response, then held his nose up high, which caused the man beside him to sigh and step from one leg to another uncomfortably, unhanding his brother and looking away. "Why, you a fangirl or somethin'?" You smirked and shook your head. Looking up at him with your eyes only (they are so fucking tall!) you bit back playfully, "I imagined you would be taller."
Dante only laughed, asking about you and your business here. You were honest about it, asking if they did not visit the symposium (they did not). His brother, though, remained quiet and did not say a word, only staring at you with what appeared to be a tentative look on his face. He gripped his sword tightly, and his nostrils flared from time to time. For the record, you knew the capabilities of human-demon hybrids. You knew of their strength and heightened senses. So when you saw Vergil's nostrils flaring, it kick-started a chain of thoughts you could not stop. Is he scenting me, you thought, how shameless, my god this is embarrassing! You stared back at Dante's brother, challenging his behaviour, but were pulled from your focus abruptly. "Well, it is nice to meet such a pretty lady!" He smashed his palm on the other man's shoulder without looking. "I think you already know my grumpy twin brother Vergil. Can't believe with the face like that he is the one popular among the ladies". You still felt Vergil's eyes on you, the side of your face almost burning. You felt yourself blushing, so you smiled and replied hurriedly, "Shocker."
Dante snickered but was abruptly stopped by a spectral-looking sword plunging itself deep into his chest. He groaned loudly and fell to the ground, the swords shattering into nothingness and leaving heavy, bleeding puncture wounds. You covered your face with one hand, not knowing whether to laugh or worry. Dante waved one hand at you with his eyes closed, trying to show that he would be okay. You only raised your eyebrows, paying no attention to the twin standing behind you. Truly, Vergil was scenting you. In fact, he found it so alluring that he could not stop. He did his best to keep his face impassive and somehow to prevent...a physical representation of his attraction to your body. The way you stared at him defiantly moments ago only stirred something inside of him the longer he watched your reactions. He made sure to remember them in detail. Vergil had to force himself to go away before he acted the way he felt. He only nodded his head at you once, then moved towards the exit once he saw his brother had recovered. You did the same after giving Dante your contact info, in case they ever need an extra pair of hands. Like so, you met the Sparda twins.
After that, month after month, you were called for missions as backup. The team was spread thin too often, and you truly did not mind helping, especially when Dante felt generous and included you in the fair share of the cut. After a year of being a part of Devil May Cry, you can surely say you have made many friends. The main office became your second home, and your most visited vacation spot was Fortuna. Your relationship with Vergil, however, was strange. He barely ever spoke with you. Any time you were near, his movements became strained and his face was unreadable. Dante even joked about you being the "Vergil repellent," since the elder son of Sparda would leave the room as soon as possible when you were in sight. First, seeing how he kept scenting you, you thought you did not smell good. Duh, the way his nostrils flared and he would turn his face away abruptly—that was the first logical thought you had. Nevermind that nobody else ever even hinted that you lacked hygiene. So among other things, you bought an expensive perfume. Vergil was extremely handsome after all, and you were becoming increasingly upset about your lack of interactions with him. After an entire year, you could even say you had a small crush. His looks aside, it was getting increasingly annoying that he would just give you a cold shoulder not matter what you did.
Your new perfume was sweet like caramel, a kind of scent you always preferred in your toiletries. Who doesn't like sweets? Am I right? You made sure it lasted on your clothes, too. Dante was the first one to compliment you, and after you blushed and tried to hide your face, he turned up his stupid flirting to the max. You knew he was just playing, though, as he did it with all women. You did not take him seriously. Vergil only stood up and left while huffing heavily. You felt like you were struck by lightning. How did I end up making it even worse? Upstairs, the door to Vergil's room creaked and smashed closed so loudly that you winced. After a quirked brow towards Dante and his look of confusion, you settled on simply being civil with the eldest son. You were never a woman to chase guys. Sure, Vergil was hot, but so far, he has never shown any interest in you. You would entertain your naughty thoughts yourself, then. Tough luck. Dante did start calling you Toffee after that day; his "nickname distribution system" finally assigned you something he would prefer over your own name. You did not mind, as everyone in the office started using the nickname too. Apart from Dante's twin, of course.
Dante seemed to suspect why his brother behaves as he does. You see, Vergil is much more connected to his demonic side, even after reconciling a large part of his humanity back on top (or bottom, he still does not get it) of the Qliphot. Unbeknownst to you, a human with no demonic background, Dante was able to perceive things you never could. And these things were both yours and Vergil's arousals any time you saw each other. To a random demon, a scent of female arousal would not be something peculiar. Sure, it would try to devour you and eat you for dinner, but nothing past that. For a higher-tier demon who is capable of complex cognitive functions, the concept of a mate comes into play. Mating in the underworld is as straightforward as eating dinner. Demons simply take what they want. When human emotions come to play, well...it gets really complicated. The more time passes, the more the two mates will desire each other. In the end, they are bound to mark each other with a claim of "ownership" of sorts (not as bad as it sounds, some women find it appealing), and live happily ever after. And despite his brother's condescending comments, Dante wasn't stupid. Vergil had hots for you, and you had hots for Vergil. By this point, Dante didn't know if he should be happy that his brother has game or be sad that he himself has none. So, as a good brother as Dante is, he promised himself to make sure to at least get his brother laid. If it becomes something long-term eventually, even better. You would have no choice if you really were his mate.
After Dante's little discovery, you and Vergil were sent on missions together as often as Dante realistically could. Vergil was beyond annoyed, but after hearing the words "efficient" and "motivated team," he agreed. You were clueless as to why Dante all of a sudden started trying to clash you and Vergil together. Maybe he did care if you and his brother got along. How cute. During your jobs, you had the opportunity to inspect Vergil's body in action. The number of times you almost got injured because you were gawking at his perfect hips and ass was becoming alarming. When Vergil got particularly invested in the fight, he would take off his coat (he did this on purpose). And damn, did you almost come undone when you saw those majestic triceps of his! Every single detail about him was riling you up and pooling down your underwear. A little crush would soon transpire into something else—not exactly an unhealthy obsession, but more of a secret desire to have him. Saying that you were full of lust for Vergil would be like saying nothing at all. Over time, you bought elaborate sex toys and different vibrators to try and keep yourself at bay. Almost every night, you would masturbate to the memories of how his muscles flexed and moved when he sliced through a demon with a motion so perfect it took your breath away.
You would think about how these muscles would feel under your palms. Would he be just as merciless and relentless in bed? Would he take all of what you had to give and beyond? Would he dominate you so sweetly that all you could do is shut up and take it? In a swirl of imagined scenarios and obscene wishes, you thrust a thick silicone dildo against your cervix while also holding a small vibrator on your clit. You moan out loud, doing your best to think of Vergil as the one to pleasure you like this. But you somehow knew a real deal would be better. You move your hips forward to meet the thrust of the dildo. Your juices have been flowing down your ass crack and onto the bed sheets for a while now, circling the small, round handle of the anal toy you had inside you. The amount of effort you exerted to receive a single orgasm nowadays seemed almost too much. Every time you needed more and more, your desire never relented. Today, you already had two orgasms. Frustrated, you switch your position to ride the artificial appendage yourself, so that you can also spread your slick on your nipples, hardening them due to temperature change. You would then dip your fingers down to where your pussy eagerly sucked in the dildo you jumped on, only to bring the fingers back to your mouth and lick your own juices off. You could feel your third orgasm coming. You needed more stimulation, though. You were sure Vergil would give it all to you easily. Once again, with your saliva-covered fingers, you reached for your left nipple and started tugging, twisting, and pulling.
When your left breast could not take your rough handling any longer, you would move to the other. Yes, just like that! In your mind, Vergil was fucking into you with the gorgeous cock of his (you have never seen it before), hot and thick and leaking delicious precum that you would never let go to waste. You would move your hips harder, your poor cervix almost giving under the relentless thrusting. Deep in your imagination, you would moan out loud, calling for Vergil to fuck you faster and deeper. Motions becoming almost frantic, your eyes roll back to your eyebrows, and with your tongue stuck out like a wanton slut, you come. Hearing only loud ringing in your ears, you crush down onto the bed, feeling the anal plug pulsating inside together with the orgasm rippling through your cunt. You slip the dildo out of yourself and lick it clean, wishing it was for real. This thought gets you going again, the familiar feeling of want in the middle of your lower abdomen almost consuming you. You start touching yourself again. And still, it is not enough.
What you did not know is that Dante's hunch was correct. Any time Vergil would see you, your scent would awaken something so deeply demonic in him, even he did not know what to do. All he could think of was running away before he would bend you over and breed you right there in the middle of Devil May Cry, his brother and others be damned. And after you had gotten this wretched perfume of yours, it became almost impossible for him to restrain himself. When Dante would refer to you by your nickname (Vergil had to agree it fit you well), the phantom smell of you hit Vergil's senses as if you were really there. Any time he would look your way, he would see your beautiful and kind face, your heavy and plush tits, your wide and toned hips, and his favorite—that prominent soft bump of fat on your belly. Oh, how he wants to knot you over and over again and watch this bump grow and stretch with his cum, all inside of you with nowhere else to go. How he wants to make you take all of it, how he wants to hear you scream his name when he has his way with you. The way his mouth watered and how your scent made his vision tunnel made him genuinely afraid and angry at how he was losing control. You must be some kind of succubus.
Initially, he was so mad at his brother for forcing him to partner with you that he threatened to leave (he was bluffing). Somehow, Dante made sense when he spoke about efficiently allocating the team's efforts and how the two of you were the most proficient and motivated team members. He was right: Your fighting styles did work well together. So much so, you were almost unstoppable together. Vergil hated when his brother was correct. And yet that desire for you at the back of his head made him agree to go on missions with you. Then the same desire flowed down the bloodstream towards the southern regions of Vergil's body, only to land in his hardened dick, which he had to beat over and over again to the image of your perfect breasts. Vergil knew you were eyeing him. He was checking you out as well, when you were not looking. He was 99% sure you did not know that he knew. Overcome with that strange feeling, he felt the urge to show off any time he felt your eyes on him. He heard your breath quicken any time he would assume another fancy stance with the Yamato in his tight grip. After he took his vest off one time, the smell of your precious nectar almost made his demonic form pop out. He would have fucked you then and there, over the gore of dead demonic beings you have slain together. You would be covered in blood, and he would lick it off of you, making you moan and thrust your hips forward towards his already half-hardened member.
If only you knew that the devil standing behind you was actively trying to hunt you down. Vergil wondered how it feels to be prey, however it brought back memories he was not willing to face. Your attention was somewhere else now, examining a new kind of empusa that either of you had never seen before. He paid it no mind but appreciated your scientific interest. If not for the intense desire he felt for you, he would definitely hate you for the way you made him lose control. But he is living a human life now. He could not taint you with his demonic nature. He was even half-convinced that your interest in him was temporary. Or maybe it was because he looked like his brother. Anything to doubt himself. He did not want to ruin the opportunity he has for a normal life. He decided that he could not lose his brother or his son again. That would, of course, never happen. Vergil still struggled with human emotions, so he would never admit to himself that his interest was fueled by more than just demonic lust. He felt a need to learn things about you and your preferences, and he did just that as the time went on.
His desire only continued to grow when he started smelling a faint scent of your slick on your fingers and even the palms of your hands any time you would passionately gesticulate during a conversation. He had to do something about it—at least because Dante would smell it too! That was the time when he started touching you more openly now; there was little sexuality to his movements: simple touches to your shoulders and waist. He would sit down so close to you during mission briefings that your legs would touch. Any time you tried reaching a particularly highly-placed cup in the kitchen to make yourself tea, he would lean over you with his entire torso over your back, only to stay like this for longer by grabbing the wrong kind of cup first. Vergil made sure that your scents were mixed as much as the situation allowed, and the way it made you all flustered and red only stirred the demon inside him more. Vergil felt himself getting more and more aggressive during jobs, letting his frustrations out on demons. However, killing was not the frustration he was experiencing, and quite frankly, he would not fuck a demon. Vergil knew what to do when the object of his desire was power. But you were not an object, and he was bad at expressing himself. He literally did not know how to approach the situation, let alone actually be with you. He wanted you for himself, he wanted to be the only man you would smile at, you were his, mine, only mine, mine to claim, mine.. Wait, what?!
That was before a certain job came in.
It was a typical spring kind of day, and you were already on your own job away from the city. You still had your other commitments apart from Devil May Cry after all. Dante's annoying-ass rotary phone rang, and he picked it up with a loud sigh.
"Devil May Cry!"
The conversation did not take long. A standard job for this kind of year. Just like normal plants and animals, some demonic beings activate during warmer weather. Some migrate, and some hibernate. This kind of demonic infestation was plant-like. It was mostly static and easy to exterminate, but with one single trick: it released a cloud of pollen with a super nasty effect. If a regular human breathed it in right after it was released, it would be so toxic that the human would die. As far as Dante knew, there was no antidote. Demons and hybrids reacted differently. Any kind of contact would result in the artificial rut-induced frenzy, but with different severity depending on how exposed you had gotten. In short, you get really, really horny. Sometimes Dante would think that this is why he and Vergil were born in winter; if you count nine months back and remember that Pops was a sort of devil hunter too, that is...
The twins accepted the job even though it was not paying fairly. Such plants could take human lives, and despite Dante's jokes about "Demonic Viagra" and "Vergil finally getting the chance to cure his Toffee performance issues" and "They should take Nero with them, so he gets all hot and bothered for Kyrie," neither of the brothers wanted to be responsible for not exterminating them on time due to a lack of pay. Even Vergil considered it honorable. Moreover, the infestation was at the underground water processing plant, that the city of Redgrave desperately needed to function.
When they arrived at the center of the infestation, it was the entire package deal: the dark, humid, and tight tunnels of the maintenance system. The plants grew all the way from the floor to the ceiling, their roots creating a web that covered the entirety of the space between the stems.
The buds were huge—almost a meter tall and half a meter wide. Thick, leathery-like petals glowed dim red in the dark. At the center of each bud was the pollen reservoir, glowing bright yellow and embellished in veiny patterns. A silent, bubbling sound could be heard, a telltale sign of the flowers ready to burst and release the "horny pollen.".
Vergil and Dante looked around. Vergil suggested removing the buds by detaching the roots from the surfaces they basically used as cornices. Then, they would simply portal the dangerous buds away, somewhere where even Vergil would not know. After a wistful hum, Dante had an idea: the best way to get rid of unwanted pest plants is to burn them, right?
"Nah, bro, it would take too much time, and I am already bored. I will just burn them with my new devil trigger I used to beat your ass with." He turned to his brother with a large smirk, already activating his sin devil form. Vergil's eyes opened widely. He tried reaching for his brother and yell him to stop, but as his mouth threw open, a fire-like explosion of his little brother's transformation reached him and the plants around them. For a moment, nothing happened. Dante, now fully transformed and literally on fire, stood in the middle of the room, while Vergil just froze in place. His instincts were screaming at him to run; however, the bubbling sound of the plants was growing in volume, now almost unbearably loud—even louder than the blue devil's sound mind. Then, all the flowers that surrounded the brothers burst open, releasing seemingly never-ending amounts of pollen, which was sweet and glowing bright, almost neon pink. Wait, sweet?!
Both brothers were drenched from head to toe in the sticky pink sex pollen. Vergil had gulped it down due to his mouth still being open when the explosion happened. His hair, nose, eyes, the entirety of his gear, and even the Yamato were all covered in the disgusting substance. Panic rose in Vergil's chest as he looked at his brother, who was already beginning to regret what he had done moments ago. As Dante was in his devil form, the effect of pollen was almost instantaneous. Dante pressed himself into a nearby wall, seemingly trying to de-trigger himself back into his human form. He was unsuccessful. The heat he was increasingly radiating had already reached where Vergil was standing. Dante looked distressed, then flared his wings and made a quick escape in a direction Vergil could not see clearly. Not that it was the biggest of his issues. The vest felt tighter around his torso, and he could tell he was sweating. He never sweats from simply standing upright, though. He could feel all of his muscles buzzing in a very strange way as the pollen seemingly got absorbed into his pale skin. For a second, he was sure his eyesight went blurry, until he composed himself and hurried outside. He could collect the payment for the job another time; they were not paid by the hour anyway.
The chilly evening air enveloped Vergil but provided no relief. He could see his breath any time he exhaled, and the nasty feeling of sweat sticking down the line of his spine did not get any better. Despite the need and struggle for control, no matter how hard he tried, he could not focus. His pants were getting tighter, and the thoughts of you sprawled naked and struggling to hold yourself together underneath him started popping into his mind. He had to get back to the office, pronto. With all the might and strength he could master, two strained Yamato slashes later, he walked through a portal that closed immediately after he stumbled inside his room. Shedding his coat, boots, and vest off himself as fast as he could, he could not stop ragged breaths escaping him. The demonic urge to fuck and breed his mate (who he was still unaware of) was awakened by the potent pollen that he was exposed to. The way he wanted to hear you moan and scream his name while he drove his dick and teeth inside of your flesh was actively taking over his consciousness. He looked at himself in the mirror. Some specks of neon pink are still visible all around. The usually moonlight pale skin of his face is now bright red on his cheeks, forehead, and even ears.
His eyes are glowing bright blue, and his pupils are dilated. With ragged breaths, he tried to remove as much pollen as he could by using a stale towel he left nearby the bed after his training session earlier. His perfect and muscular body is now trembling like a gentle leaf under the wind. Realizing he only rubbed the pollen further into his skin, he climbed to bed, refusing to take off his pants, where his erection sat—large, obscene, exposed, and leaking precum, desperate to be touched. Not by him, but by you. The chiseled chest and abs of his were covered in a layer of pheromone-reeking sweat, designed to lure you in and seduce you under his touch. He wants you to lick him clean, wants your tongue everywhere and in between his legs in particular. How could I wish such lewd things for the woman I am yet to officially court? His human half suggested, but was quickly pushed back into Vergil's subconscious.
Vergil, of course, stubbornly refused to give in to the pollen's effects. He closes his eyes and tries to convince himself to simply sleep it off. It worked for all ailments he experienced before. Every breath he takes causes his pants to shift ever so slightly, rubbing at his sensitive shaft. So sensitive, in fact, that after some time, soft and quiet moans started escaping Vergil's mouth as he kept steering in his bed sheets. The (ex) King of the Underworld would never have imagined that something so boring and gullible as a plant actually had the capacity to challenge his self-control. Baring his already half-transformed, sharp teeth to the outside world, he creaked and groaned as he finally gave up and started lightly stroking the tip of his cock. His shaft, tortured for such a long time, looked painfully purple and blue, wet with precum that smelled unusually sweet and fruity.
"This is all Dante's fault."
Vergil thought, even though thinking of his twin while in such a state only annoyed him more. Soon, however, his thoughts shifted back to you. How he wants you to wrap your pretty little mouth and those pink lips he wishes to kiss so much around his dick, so he can deep-fuck your throat. He wants to enjoy the slurping and gagging you would produce as he drove his hips forward towards your head, where your nose would meet his pubis and your beautiful eyes would be wet from crying. He did not notice how he started stroking himself faster. He wants your throat to be sore to the point you would not be able to speak the next day, while he would rub it gently with his hands and kiss you senseless all around, and you would also let him do it willingly. Because you also like it. Because you like him.
He was breathing with his mouth open; his breaths were so hot that he could see them in the air once more. He felt that he was close to cumming, but as he tried more and more to finally have the sweet release, the more he felt like something was wrong. His balls felt heavy, and after he mimicked the motion of his hips to help himself finish, he only felt pain. He groaned loudly and curled into himself as the waves of spasming agony rippled between his legs. He whispered the longest line of curses he had ever thought of into existence while also not understanding what had just transpired. Suddenly, his demonic side surfaced in his mind. Something was also wrong about it. Vergil did not feel like it was a part of himself anymore, but rather something that he needed to let out in order to finally escape the shame of the situation he was in. The demon in him whispered:
"You will either claim your mate or have no release at all."
All kinds of imagery of you and your body went through his head like lightning. Pain in his southern regions has transformed into an even bigger sense of want. Vergil, almost unable to walk properly anymore, rolled out of bed. He had to find you. Were you not on a mission of your own for several days now? An angry sound escaped him as he stumbled outside his room. The air was different in the corridor of the second floor, he noticed. Was his scent that thick because of the pollen? Regardless, he needed to be where you are. Where do you even live? He bets that your apartment will have some leftover scent on your clothes and bed. Perhaps he could use it to trick his senses into letting himself finally cum. He would apologize to you later. His mind was rushing and the chain of thoughts he tried to maintain rapidly reduced in its logic, becoming more primal.
You
You
YOU
Vergil managed to walk down the stairs and prop himself onto Dante's desk. Breathing heavily, he opened one of the lower drawers, where he knew his brother kept the phone numbers and addresses of all members of the Devil May Cry. You were not an exception. Once he saw the pile of disorganized papers on the inside, he cursed Dante angrily under his breath and promised to himself to force his brother to organize more. He skimmed through the papers frantically, and it did not take too long for him to find where you lived. Should he call you, maybe? Foolishness: he does not even know how to use this technology at his brother's table. He never bothered learning, as he could not imagine any situation in which he would have to call someone. Usually, he relied on the Yamato to get him where he needed to go. Right now, he can neither call nor use his katana to see you. What a pitiful sight.
He knew approximately where your apartment was. Off he goes, then. He sighed, reaching to the side with his right hand, where the Yamato usually stood. Of course, he left it upstairs. Together with his vest, boots, and coat. It's not like he would be able to open the portal like this anyway. With frustration levels skyrocketing, Vergil forced himself into an old pair of Dante's shoes (their quality was substandard, and they also smelled like stale cheese). He would have to walk, then. He hoped that nobody would see him in such an undignified state, but he also did not understand why he felt this way. He was hopeful, as it was already nighttime, and he would make sure to avoid streetlights. Maybe human life did rub off on him.
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In the meantime, you were on your way back home. The mission was difficult, and the amount of demon gore and death you have caused was pretty apparent on your gear, face, and hair. You probably reeked of death, too. That mission was supposed to be a duo at the very least, and you had taken on a huge risk trying to do it alone. All you wished for was to finally get back home, take a long, boiling-hot shower, and sleep for 2 days straight. Your feet were aching, and dark-blue bruises from the points of impact with demons, the ground, and other objects you could not really remember were already projecting themselves onto your wonderful skin. You looked up, admiring the sky and the myriads of stars shining above you. The air was of a pleasant temperature and smelled just a tiny bit sweet. You smiled to yourself and quickly continued your path towards the safety of your home.
After a good half-hour ride on your bike, you finally park and take the keys out of the ignition. Your keychain is decorated with a small plushy cat toy; its eyes make up ninety percent of the entire thing. It swings in the air as you enter the building and walk to the sixth floor, where your apartment is located. Grabbing another set of keys, you open several locks guarding your apartment and walk in, throwing the heavy metallic bunch on a little mirror stand, specifically dedicated for the role of holding keys in your house. Actually, you were just too lazy to throw it out and drill a hook into a wall, like all normal people do. You do not bother since you are barely ever at home; your profession takes up most of your time.
You took your shoes off and flexed both of your feet a couple of times. You sighed, the feeling of cold floor providing such a relief to your tired legs. Your boots had to sit tight during missions; non-compliance with this rule could result in your death due to unstable footing. And damn did it hurt after several days of not taking them off, running, squatting, and hitting things. There are small stains of caked blood on both of your socks above the heel area, practically merging with the damaged skin. It is going to hurt to take it off, let alone wash it out. The same goes for the rest of your clothes too. You shed your leather bomber jacket and stand still for a moment, really looking around yourself. Something about your apartment seems off. Where is all your stuff? All your jackets and scarves are gone. You go to the bathroom, and the and witness the same thing: all clothes and towels—even the dirty ones—are gone. Hell, even your hairbrush?
"Did I get fucking robbed?!"
That is when you hear something heavy fall in your bedroom. You grab your gun a bit tighter in its holster, now fully alert and actually worried. Of course, you catch some pervert-ass thief stealing your underwear after a multi-day mission. You are definitely sending a bill to Dante when it is all over. Walking slowly, trying not to produce any sounds, you walk to your room and stand right next to the door. You lean closer with your ear to listen in on what is going on in the room. You hold your breath and focus. Very distinguishable sobs, grunts, and wet sounds reach your ears. Eyes practically balling out of your head, you almost do not know what to do about the audacity of your thief. Not only does he steal your stuff, he does the nasty with them too?!
Almost by reflex, you grab the door handle and pull it open with so much might that it actually hits the adjacent wall, denting it a bit. Without really looking who is in the room, you point your gun where you see movement and scream, "Men have really lost all their shame!" as you are about to pull the trigger. You stop abruptly as a low, animalistic growl catches your attention. Focusing your eyes, you see something resembling a demon on your bed; however, the human features are still obvious. A succubus? They do not behave like this. Surrounded by your clothes, coats and towels, bed sheets, and underwear, sat a white-haired man with a deep red flush from the top of his face and down to his chest. Some parts of him were covered in blue scales, and his head was crowned with two heavy horn-like structures. He was emanating light-blue energy, something resembling a flame or an electric aura. He was sitting on his knees, ass down on heels, hunched over with both hands somewhere between his legs. Face contorted with something akin to desperation, pain, and lust, a long string of saliva was dripping down directly from his mouth and chin and down on your bed.
You noticed he turned his face to you now, with several white strands of hair on his forehead, and you also saw why his hands were in between his legs. Your heart rushed, you could hear it in your ears. Why does the air feel so strange? Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Taking a closer look, you saw neon-pink flecks all around his body, and those cat-like blue luminescent eyes really completed the look. Involuntarily, your eyes fell down to his fully erect dick, which he was rubbing and tugging at slowly, but as he saw you, it twitched and leaked something akin to a glowing lube. You put two and two together, realizing,
"VERGIL?!"
You diverted your eyes and moved to put your gun away, but world spinned for a moment, and you found yourself pinned down to the floor by a completely naked, half-transformed Vergil. Despite the circumstances, his proximity only made a familiar feeling of lust ignite inside your core. He leaned into your hair, and as he dragged his nose over your face and down to the creek of your neck, he exhaled through his mouth. He held your hands together above your head and mumbled something akin to "finally", but you were not focused enough to actually hear what he said. His thighs spread your own, giving him all the access he needed to do what he had to do in order to finally get back to his normal state. His hips moved back and forth as if testing something, essentially slowly humping you. You did not know how to react. For such a long time, you wanted for this to happen. To be pinned down and fucked by him in the way you knew only he could.
All these nights fingering and fucking yourself with toys, and here you are, on the floor, humped by his absolutely delicious-looking cock, trapped underneath the muscles you came to admire so much. You let your eyes wander, taking in everything that Vergil was in this moment. He started licking and biting at your ear, slowly moving down towards the pule of your neck. His hot breathing was almost like being next to a furnace, and you would lie if you said it did not rile you up even more. Your legs kept closing on instinct any time he would bring his torso down closer to you, however you were wanting this like never before. Quiet moans escaped you from time to time together with your breathing, and Vergil responded with low grunts and increased attention to the spot that caused a reaction from you.
However, you could clearly tell something was deeply wrong with him. Every single thing that you are witnessing is a clue that he is in some kind of drug-induced state and not in control. Probably even suffering. And when it comes to sex, you do not swing that way.
"Vergil, what happened to you? Look at me. Why are you like this? How can I help?"
He did look at you straight in the eye, so he understands you at least. His eyes were glossed over, and a large vein on his face was protruding from the amount of self-restriction he had to go through. Your scent did not trick his inner demon after all; however, his dick hurt a little less as he kept piling your clothes around himself. And especially when he rubbed the tip with the panties he retrieved from the bathroom hamper. The smell of day-old discharge, sweat, and a bit of urine made his head spin in the best way possible as he spread his trick precum all over your bed. Mixing his and the multitude of your smells helped him ground himself, at least a little. He looked like his entire body was working overtime, and as he lifted your t-shirt and rubbed his sweat on you, another strange feeling started to appear in your chest. The longer you stayed underneath him, the longer you thought you were actually not against it at all.
Switching to hold both of your wrists with one hand, he pulled the black laced bra you had on and cupped one of your breasts. You never felt such things when you touched them yourself. The peaks of both of your breasts hardened, and as you were about to let another moan slip out, Vergil kissed you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and dominating you completely. The movements of his tongue did not match his humping or the rolling of your nipples between his fingers, and you felt like all of your senses were on fire. You could hardly keep track of the way he touched you, and it made jolts of electricity come all the way down between your legs, exactly when his hips met yours. You were already out of breath when he bit your lower lip, drawing blood. He licked and sucked on it eagerly, and it activated something in him.
"I must have my little mate. Submit." He said, his voice distorted, a wicked look in his eyes. Probably from whatever demonic frenzy he is in, you thought, as he started lapping at your chest and stomach, holding you so tight underneath him, your wrists probably started cracking underneath your skin. The pollen-induced pheromones made quick work of your own state of mind, and soon enough you were moving your hips towards his humping. He caught up on that and simply ripped your clothes off with a now clawed hand. He could smell your juices clearly for a while now, but now he was drowning in the scent. It was making him feel stupid, but in a way he would allow. Lifting you up from the floor, he carried you to the little fortress he made on your bed, throwing you down carelessly.
Your ass was hanging down the edge and your feet were firmly on the floor. He was once again hovering over you as he suddenly put one of his large and calloused hands over your throat and squeezed tightly. Your mouth opened in surprise, and you grabbed his forearms as he lowered his mouth to your face and simply stuck his tongue inside, abusing it in a way. It was a heated kiss, more on the side of primal desperation than sensual passion. He did not let you breathe, nor did he allow your tongue to enter his mouth. His knees spread yours, and your sloppy and needy pussy was all exposed, together with your breasts and nipples. Somehow, this really turned you on, and you were only happy to be a submissive cum dumpster for your Vergil.
He finally let your lips go and released your throat just a tiny bit, and you took deep, disoriented breaths. He said firmly to you, "You will not move unless I say so," as he started kissing down the column of your neck and collarbones, sometimes biting down hard. These were the last bits of his actual conscious mind, trying his best not to accidentally hurt you. In his mind, a memory from a mission played out as he saw your hair and clothes covered in blood and guts. He smelled your blood, too. He always wanted to have you submitting to him like this. Suddenly, in his mind, the clothes and sheets around you both turned into dismembered lower demonic beings. He knows he slaughtered them to be the only one with the right to claim you. During his years in hell, he had to resort to eating the flesh of the demons he killed in order to survive. After some time, he stopped being disgusted by it and started to like the process instead, it made him feel like a demon he wanted to be. Once he settled in the human world with his son and brother, he could never admit that he sometimes missed doing just that. Eating this flesh and drinking up the hot, dark-colored blood off of your tits and soft stomach that he was about to try and fuck a baby into only made him like it more.
As he kept teasing your body by kissing, licking, and biting, the pink residue from the pollen rubbed off onto your exposed skin, dispersing quickly inside your circulatory system. You felt like your senses got dialed up to a thousand, and all you wanted by now was for Vergil to stop teasing and fuck you already. You felt like you were going insane and decided to plead.
"Vergil, I can't take any more of this, please!"
Vergil smirked as he allowed his cock to stay right between your slick folds so that you could pleasure yourself by bucking your hips forward, his hot tip pushing sweetly against your nub of nerves. You were eager, and wanted as much of his precum on your clit and folds as you could get. He decided he needed a taste of your desperation, and before he finally surrendered control, he tied your hands behind your neck tightly, ensuring you would not be able to get out. You struggled lightly against the fabric, only to test how it felt against your skin. Being tied down like this only turned you on, and you wished you could rub your thighs together to extend the pleasure that shot right into your soppy clit.
Vergil finally let go and allowed himself to act on his needs and wants. He covered his dick in some of your juices, as it somehow made him feel like his mind got clearer, then fell to his knees and covered your pussy with his hot, blood-stained mouth. As he started to unceremoniously lap at your core, your back arched just a little to move your hips towards his face. You moaned his name and actually smiled, thinking that you were right all this time. No toy would be able to rival with him, and he didn't even fuck you yet. You wiggled your torso in hopes of getting any pleasure from your breasts. Pollen has taken almost full control of your mind and desires by now. I wish I was lactating; I would let him drink it all up. He wished you were lactating too, but he knew he could make that particular wish come true with the blue, thick, veiny magic wand of his. Imagining you round and heavy with his child(ren) growing inside your womb and those perfect breasts filled to the brim with so much milk it would drip out onto your clothes sealed your fate for tonight.
His tongue transformed further, and as the sloppy sounds from down below stopped for a moment, you looked down, only to see him plunge his demon tongue back deep inside you. His predatory eyes stared you down as your eyes felt wet from the pleasure, and you bit down on your lip from how good it felt, arching your back to give him more access to that sweet spot inside. Raising both of his hands, he reached for your breasts and squeezed them, while also rolling your nipples in such a lewd and amazing way that you involuntarily started to fuck yourself with his tongue. It was hot, wet, ridged and scaly and certainly still growing bigger inside of your vagina, as it's tip pressed against your G-spot over and over again, sometimes even pushing at your cervix, making you cry out and buck your hips harder. Vergil's mouth was still smugly wrapped around your bigger lips, his nose sometimes hitting your clit. The way you taste hit Vergil in the head hard, and he wanted you to give it all to him. And by all, he meant all that you've got in store.
Suddenly, he picked up the speed of his ministrations while holding your hips down, making sure you would not be able to move. He moved his hands away from your boobs, pressing the thumb of one hand onto your clit and started rubbing it hard and fast. His fingers on the other hand pressed at the already existing bruises on your hip, only bruising you further as his claws punctured your skin slightly. He held you down like this, making sure you would not be able to escape his ministrations. It was not very painful, but it did draw blood. You felt an exceptionally strong orgasm starting to envelop you. The coil inside of you was tight and so hot that you were about to break; however, it did feel more intense than your usual orgasms. Vergil hit your sweet spot relentlessly now, flexing his tongue just right. The growing feeling of pressure inside of you kept taking over your senses, and you almost felt like you needed to pee or release it somehow.
You realized what was happening, and as you tried to call for him and say that you never did this before, he smacked the fat of your ass so hard it probably imprinted his DNA into your left cheek. There was no room for you to wiggle around as the pleasure started to overwhelm you, and Vergil loved the way you struggled against him and your bindings above your head. It made his head spin as his demonic features revealed themselves more and more. Your walls clenched around his ribbed tongue at the same time he pressed into your cervix, and your entire body shuddered. Your knees would have clasped together by instinct, but Vergil still held you tight as you screamed and writhed, watching streaks of liquid fountain out of your body right and on his face and into his mouth as he held it open while still fucking you with his tongue. All that pressure released from you abdomen in an instant, and you have never felt an orgasm that made your entire body feel that good. Now you knew you could squirt, and Vergil was delighted to be the first man to ever bring you to this state. He intends to be the first and the last man to make you feel all kinds of ways when it came to sex. Your legs and arms were trembling from the smallest touch between your folds, your overstimulated moans filled the room. Vergil loved seeing you shudder and surrender control.
After tongue-fucking you a little longer, he finally withdrew his face from between your legs. He grabbed your chin with one of his hands and forced your mouth open by pressing in the middle of your cheeks. Still holding your release in his mouth, he slowly let his mouth fall open. It dripped down onto your face and into your mouth, rolling down your cheeks. You swallowed it as he kissed you, smothering it further down on both of your bodies. You were moaning like a needy slut for his cock to finally be inside of you, and Vergil could not take it any longer either. He had to cum, despite wanting to feel your mouth first. He will fuck your throat another time. Because, of course, he will make sure another time happens. You will be his after this night, after all.
"Vergil, please, please just fuck me properly already!" You were getting desperate; your voice was raspy and broken from all the breathing you did through your open mouth.
"I do not remember allowing you to speak. I will have to teach you obedience after I claimed you." He hooked his palms under your knee caps and pushed your legs up to your chest. Your pussy lips spread by themselves from you being folded in half.
You were about to say something in response, but Vergil moved his hips forward and downward and sheathed himself balls-deep inside your wet and twitching core. He stretched you so deliciously that you felt half way to your next orgasm just by spasming your walls around him. You both moaned, Vergil sounding much more relieved, as if a huge weight was just lifted off his shoulders. His tortured and touch-starved dick sent blissful pulsations of pleasure through his entire body, and the pain in his abdomen was gone. It is almost like he could not believe it, but he knew to chase such insane pleasure while it lasted. He did not give you any time to adjust, as he slammed himself inside of you over and over. His movements were harsh and forceful, but in a good way. It made you try and spread your legs further, just to let him get as deep inside of you as he wanted. Sounds of wet skin slapping and the pair of his balls hitting over your ass cheeks filled the room. You did not hold back your moaning; your darkest dreams were finally coming true.
Vergil was still in his world entirely, feeling the need to bury his dick so deep inside of you that he would not be able to leave. Strangely, it felt like coming home, and this feeling enveloped him entirely. It did not come from where your bodies were locked together but rather appeared in his chest. It made his breath hitch a little, as it reminded him of something he had made himself forget. A memory from long ago, when he and his brother were not even 8 yet and their mother was alive. His dear mother and her warm care. How happy he felt when he fought Dante and their mother would scold them lovingly while wiping streaks of blood from their mouths and noses.
How he would hug both of them despite feeling the need to move his eyes to the side as if to show them that he is tougher than silly hugs and kisses. The days long past when he was loved and allowed himself to show love in return. Love is a strong emotional bond. It came over him suddenly as his body accepted you as his mate, and the way it tugged at his chest almost painfully towards where you were wriggling underneath him made it hard to breathe. So is that how it feels to be human? Crushed down by the emotions and feelings you are almost powerless to express? Vergil whined, as his physical and emotional needs crushed together, his hold on your knees faltering just a tiny bit as he pushes himself even deeper inside of you. He wanted the warmth you body provided, he wanted to be enveloped in it and in your sweet scent. The longer Vergil pounded into you, the more his humanity occupied its rightful place in his head and soul.
That is when he woke up from the imaginary scenarios and memories, allowing himself to really look at you. His vision was still a little blurry, but it remained sharp altogether, even in almost complete darkness. He continued driving his hips into you and watching your wet face contort in pleasure as your eyes rolled back together with your entire head. You came again, he realized, as he looked down to your relaxed stomach and felt how his throbbing dick was sucked inside more and more, building this wonderful feeling of vacuum. You did this on purpose, of course. Vergil did not stop for a moment, fucking you through your orgasm, albeit a little slower as your walls hugged him a bit too tight than he could handle at such a pace. He kissed you once more, swallowing your moans and breaths greedily. He never wanted to stop, not while this feeling in his chest lasted. He wanted you all, but only for him.
He stopped his movements but never released you from his grip, positioning both of you in the center of the bed. Your back felt wet, and you realized it must have been from his ministrations from before you arrived home. Just how long did it take him to drench my sheets like this? At the back of your mind, you felt a little embarrassed about your flower-pattern bed sheets, but this could wait until Vergil and you were finished. It felt much softer and much more comfortable than before, as he moved you away from the hard edge of the bed that already left an imprint on your lower back. The smell of sex teased both of you as Vergil angled himself a little differently and pulled your legs on his shoulders and ass up towards himself while supporting your weight. Your walls opened for him a little more, and a wicked smile crawled onto his face, indicating that he was finally having his way with you. He started moving again, harder and faster this time, while his entire body continued to slowly transform into his full demonic form. You felt like the air had gotten hotter and your pussy started to stretch, and as you opened your eyes you did not realize were closed, you saw Vergil in his full demonic glory. You felt yourself gush around the dick inside of you once more, coating it in the sticky, semi-transparent juices. The new angle felt like heaven, and your wanton moans and whimpers only riled Vergil up to go faster and harder.
"I will make sure you and your cunt will reek with my scent. Everyone will know who you belong to." He half-groaned as he looked directly into your eyes. He needs to cum soon, or he will go insane. Grabbing you by your hips, he pulled you on and off his dick like a toy you were, and you could feel his member pulsate inside of you. "Come inside me, Vergil, please!" You wanted it just as much as he did. Your plea made him smile to himself; he enjoyed your neediness and willingness to tell him what you wanted. He would give you everything you asked for and everything beyond that. Anything, anything for the woman making him feel things as he was feeling now.
If you asked him to rip every single living person apart with his bare hands, he would do it. If you asked for him to take over all existing realms, he would do it. If you asked him to share his demonic power, he would do it. He would bleed for you as long as he is alive. As long as you loved him back, he felt like he had a chance at a normal life. He was really close to his release now; he felt the knot forming down below. He wanted to make sure to be deep inside when he seeds you. With a sudden but gentle touch, he removed some of your hair stuck to your face and cupped your cheek. You leaned into the touch, your face ablaze with how red you were from all the fucking.
Vergil shifted once more as his movements became almost erratic, his demonic facial features shifted, and all of a sudden you felt something push past your cervix and stay like this. He groaned above you and lowered his face as he spilled himself inside of you. Lost in pleasure, he purred and licked the sweat off your face and breasts, stopping over your nipples for a while. He did not stop cumming, and you felt your insides stretching with the volume of his sperm inside of you. He was excited to finally be able to cum without any pain. After hours of waiting and trying to masturbate without his balls twisting together with his guts under the strange influence of the pollen, he almost stuck his tongue out. Almost.
He felt like an animal in heat, and it could not have been very far from reality if he was completely honest. You moaned his name softly, as you had never felt anything like this before. "Oh my god...I...feel it inside of me!" you moaned, the feeling your belly grow with warmth. It felt lava hot, amazing, and mind-blowing, and you wanted more. You wanted to be stuffed until you could not walk anymore. The both of you stayed like this for a little, with him purring into your neck, kissing your face, and breathing heavily. You looked down, only to see your belly a tiny bit bigger than it was before. Vergil lifted himself and looked down as well, his purring getting considerably louder as he pushed onto your stomach, and none of his cum escaped your insides.
"Not enough. You will need more."
He released you from the bondage and turned you to your stomach after pulling out carefully, not to let too much of his seed escape. As some bluish-white escaped from between your folds, his demonic side could not help but feel more feral than before. He wanted you with your ass up so that gravity would do its thing and help him breed you. He did not actually think this through. Demonic beings were operating on instinct, after all. Your arms had gotten numb and useless after such a long time of being bound together, so your upper torso just flopped downward into the sheets. Your face got smothered with the still wet precum, and that only turned you on more as you wiggled your bruised hips and motioned for him to continue. You stuck your tongue out and licked some of Vergil's juices off your bed out of pure curiosity. It tasted sweet, and you wanted more. You wanted it all over yourself and all over the inside of your uterus. If you could, you would use it as your body wash and shampoo, too. For now, you would make sure to spread it on your boobs, face, and legs, as these were the only parts of you touching the bed.
Vergil pushed some of his cum back inside and fucked you leisurely, pollen driving him more and more aroused. His heavy sack was filled with cum again, and with the level of exposure he had to it, he will have a lot to give to you tonight. He licked his precum mixed with sweat off the valley of your back, right over the length of your spine. It made you shiver, and you whimpered into the pillows you grabbed from the side. Your legs felt like jelly, and you were thankful that Vergil helped you stay upright. You moved your ass in rhythm with his dick pushing in and out of you, overstimulated and begging to cum again. Vergil slapped your ass while looking at your face, and as he felt you clamp over his cock, he smiled wickedly and started doing it again and again, sometimes harder, sometimes weaker, but he did not stop. He picked up his pace once again, and since your eager hole was taking him so well, he did not stop even after both of your ass cheeks looked red and irritated. You were crying out, both literally and figuratively, from the pleasure this was bringing you.
His balls were now smashing into your clit with every ragged movement Vergil did, and you felt another orgasm of yours coming soon. Your mixed juices ran down your thighs and pooled at your bent kneecaps. You wished he would fuck your ass too. He would, another day. For now, he heard your pleas and simply spat on the rim of your asshole, and as you felt his saliva trickle downward, you came once more. Your hips spasmed, and Vergil felt it. He spread your ass, looking at both of your holes twitching together as your orgasm took over and controlled your muscles. Your pussy clamped over the base of his shaft, producing wet and almost sucking noises that only Vergil could hear. Feeling so exposed would make you shy on a normal day, but the pollen made you forget any dignity or pride, and you gladly held yourself spread for him from that moment on, with only your face buried into the bed. By this point, your moans resembled those of a wounded animal, and your voice was hoarse and almost breathless. Vergil loved it.
Your orgasm made Vergil speed up once more, and he knew this was the time to finally claim you. When he was close, he grabbed you by your hair and hoisted you upwards. He wrapped his hands around your torso tightly, holding your arms straight along your sides. His scaled arms made a cross over your chest, immobilizing you and preventing you from escaping. Good that you would never wish for it to stop by your own will. As he felt you clench on him once more, he angled his head and bit down, releasing substances that would change your scent on a more biological level and some of his demonic power into your bloodstream, knotting you and spilling himself inside you once more. This action bound both of you not just in body but also in soul, your mate bond snapping in place. You screamed at him to bite harder, and as he did, you saw stars. Mumbling something incoherent, you let your head fall back onto his left shoulder.
Vergil was ecstatic in his own way, experiencing this demonic mate bond on a whole other level. In the meantime, your stomach only kept getting bigger, and you noticed it first. You palmed your belly lightly and moved Vergil's hand to do the same. He was still drinking up your blood, with his sharp teeth deep inside your flesh and his eyes closed. The taste of human blood reminded him of the power he achieved through Qliphot, and he would not deny that it helped him get hard inside of you once again. He felt power-hungry once more, but this time it was about the power to have your body bend and writhe and respond to him and only to him.
The bond snapped into effect, and the feeling crushed over both of you. Vergil had not expected it to feel so intense. You were unaware of the concept, but you found yourself now being able to feel his body's sensations and needs, and he could feel yours. Your needs, wants, hurts, and emotions flooded and overstimulated his senses. You got that feeling in your chest, knowing it came from Vergil. It was warm and fuzzy, and you so welcomed it for yourself. Both of you stayed like this for a while, breathing heavily and touching each other gently. These small touches were calming, as both of you felt what the other was experiencing. No teasing was involved this time. Vergil's purring vibrated through your back, making your heart flutter. He pulled you closer and licked over your mark, which was bright red from all the blood and marks of his sharp teeth. He knew it hurt you, and he knew from a book he read a long time ago that saliva from a mated partner had healing effects. He wanted you to feel safe, never pain or discomfort. Definitely not from him. It made you shudder, and you turned your head and kissed him with as much love as you could muster at the moment.
Vergil then changed your positions once more and started fucking you again. This continued for hours, until the effects of the pollen subsided and he returned to his human appearance. Both of you were exhausted beyond measure and fell asleep shortly after. You, mated and bred, and with a swollen tummy full of his cum. Him, still sheathed all the way inside of you, purring into your ear and rubbing your belly lovingly.
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The morning was...awkward. Your eyes fluttered open, and you immediately felt sore and sticky all over. Your insides felt weird, and someone was hugging you from behind. You groaned and tried to move, but got gripped tighter and pushed back into a very muscular chest. Then you felt something inside of you, and as you looked down, your head almost exploded with the memories of yesterday flooding their way into your consciousness.
"You look like you are about to combust." You heard a familiar voice say, with a smirk apparent in his voice. Vergil picked this word specifically to amuse himself; somehow you just knew it. Your senses were getting overstimulated with all the stickiness on your skin, and the hair stuck to your face did not make it any better. You turned your face to Vergil, being met with his sincere silver eyes and a slight blush on his face. He looked at you, then down below to where both of you were still connected. With a lighthearted sigh, he retrieved the first towel he saw lying around both of you, feeling that you wanted to be separated and cleaned. If it were up to him, he would stay like this forever. He enjoyed the way he was still sitting smugly inside of you, and your scent, now a mix of him and you, teased his senses. "Relax and lift your leg a little." You trusted him and did just that, as he started pulling out slowly, trying not to hurt you or do something you wouldn't like. It sent small shocks of pleasure through you, but once he pulled out completely, he quickly pressed the towel between your legs.
"Keep it like this and wait here." You simply nodded, still blushing. He stood up, grabbed another relatively clean towel, and went outside of the room, already knowing where your bathroom is. He turned on the shower and let one of his hands stay under the stream of water, waiting until the cold water would end and the hot water would begin. Once he was satisfied, he set the towel on the washing machine and went back for you. You somehow sensed his intentions and propped yourself up on one elbow to let him pick you up easier. He quickly brought you over to the shower and set you down gently, once he was sure your legs would not give out.
Water was now running over both of your faces, and he slowly pulled your arm, which was holding the towel, away. His blue-colored demonic seed sloshed out of you, running down your legs, sped up by the water. You both looked at the way your tummy deflated, then at each other. Vergil pressed you into the wall, and despite feeling shy, you hugged him greedily. I want to be with him, even though the start of your relationship was weird as hell. Vergil experienced the spike of your emotions and kissed the top of your head, then the mark on your shoulder. He trapped your face in both of his hands, hot water now steaming up the air and fogging the mirror on the opposite wall.
"I wish to be with you, too." He looked vulnerable while saying this, and you felt how unusual and scared he felt expressing himself openly. You somehow knew he was not used to being gentle or showing love; his callused fingers and scars all over his pale skin served as a testament to the tough life he had to live. You will not pry further than needed.
"Oh, Vergil.." You said under your breath and kissed him, tiptoeing to make up for the height difference. You buried your fingers in the line of his hair and massaged his scalp a little. He still had to bend his neck to level himself with your lips, but he was grateful for the understanding you were showing. "I wanted you for so long.."
"I know, I smelled it on you for quite some time now." He smiled once more, his eyes mischievous. You blushed profusely slapped his arm playfully.
"Hey! And you did not say anything? What was with the tough guy act then?!" Vergil laughed and hugged you once more while kissing you deeply. For once, he felt happy.
After the shower, both of you technically had nothing to wear. Your hairbrush got lost, all your clothes were ruined with all kinds of body fluids, and Vergil, well, he came to your house only in his pants and Dante's old boots. His pants were still soaking with precum. Two of you sat together and talked about what happened. About your desire and feelings for each other that were brewing for over a year. Vergil explained the mating situation, and you were happy to accept it as it is. You both were still a bit shy, and as the talk of potentially getting pregnant from the wild night came up, Vergil was quick to assure you he will not make the same mistake he did with Nero. He would take care of you, despite having to learn how to be a well-functioning (hu)man and father on the go. He would improvise if needed. You will support him regardless.
You almost passed out from laughing after he explained what caused the fuck-a-marathon situation in the first place, especially when you saw Vergil's annoyed expression as he mentioned his brother. Oh yeah...It was a moment to try and contact Dante. You called the office, but nobody picked up. You called his cell phone and received no response. You and Vergil were stuck until someone would come over and bring him his clothes. And the Yamato. Or until you could get some clean clothes of your own. In the meantime, you set your washing machine to the 90℃ mode, starting the first laundry cycle out of many you would have to do after that night.
Dante checked in after a week and refused to explain where he had been all this time. He looked absolutely disheveled and his eyes had a strange look to them, almost like he had seen or done some shit he wished to forget. He did not pry about the bite mark on your shoulder and never teased Vergil about the mission gone wrong. They never collected the payment, either. Only three years later, he admitted to having gotten fucked for a week straight by a hungry succubus that caught him in his pollen-induced heat in the middle of Mitis Forest, which he somehow flew all the way to. This has put a start to a Fortunan succubus infestation, which they were still cleaning up all these years later.
Nero's teasing was borderline cruel, but as Dante told the kid he has a new mom now and will have new brothers and sisters coming soon, the kid shut up pretty quickly and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand awkwardly. Vergil teased his brother too, but only when nobody could hear or see. This caused them to spar many times, but it only made him feel the same way as he felt when he and Dante were kids. After all, they both smiled as their swords clashed.
There were new additions to the family after this "incident", and Vergil held his promise to you and to all of his children, including Nero. Their relationship has skyrocketed after you bridged them together, exposing both of them to their humanity and demonic familial bond. All of the Sparda boys felt happier than they were ever before, despite the new experiences they were met with.
One thing was certain, though: Dante was proud that he had, in fact, gotten his brother laid.
The end.
