Title: COCKTEASE!!!
Pairing: (warning) Vergil/Lady PORN.
Rating: Very MATURE (so if not interested, do not read! Simple as that, eh?)
Summary: Prompt for making Vergil frustrated, but in a porny way.
This is for splendidshadows because she and I are always giving each other inspiration for porn in the past.
Are you ready tonight?
It's up to you, you can do what you like...
-- Boston, Feeling Satisfied
Vergil! her breath comes out like quick short gasps, sucking air in and out; Lady was in heaven. Or damn!--She thinks this is heaven, as Vergil's hands are kneading the skin along her thighs, caressing her in so many ways, with his fingers, and most especially—Oh! Oh, fuck! She's clenching her teeth, pulling and tugging at the sheets. Her back is arching, lying back along the length of the bed, while her legs are spread, and Vergil's tongue—shit! Nnnnggghhh! She shudders, because that beautiful hot mouth of his is sucking, kissing her clit, pushing his tongue as deep as he could, lapping around her moist heat that it takes so much effort to stop from crying out loud.
She makes this awful jumbled sound, murmurs coming out of her lips, turning her head to and fro; her body is under a kind of hot-- flushed, feeling wave after wave of acute pleasure that her knuckles are now finding their way to her mouth. Lady's got her fist pushed against her straight teeth, making the effort to stop ---to stop from---no! no! She screams, a small tear leaks from her eyes as Vergil kisses and sucks, using his tongue as if he were some kind of practiced clit-kisser. Her body responds violently—almost too much—too much pressure. She releases everything—her joyful cries a loud reaction to his attentive love-making.
When she finally orgasms, her body is shiny with sweat, and she's barely registering that he's over her, his grin is smug and there's this lazy smile that wasn't there before; his fingers find their way to her naked breasts, tweaking a nipple slightly, as if testing it, replacing it immediately with that tongue of his.
He licks along her body, taking a good quick suck on her areoles before going down to her flat stomach, his tongue grazing along the skin to catch a sweet sweat between kisses.
"Still alive?" he asks her, his eyes glancing over at her flushed face, mouth still nibbling along her hot skin. The room reeks of their sweet sweat, at least –hers. And the damned fuck hadn't sweated, had he? She narrows her eyes –so goddamned over-pleasured, if indeed there was such a thing. She's weighted down from all the exertion, from every single orgasm he's given her. Smug bastard.
"Of course I am," Lady lifts her chin defiantly, but her body is weak from all that pleasuring, weak from being drained by his efficient professionalism. Shit! He's done this before! He's ---wait! She stops him, "you've been doing such a good job, Vergil, don't you think it's time I pleasure you?"
Vergil smirks, sways on his side, his head propping up by his palm as his elbow jabs the pillow there. He starts to run his fingers down Lady's arms, to the curve of her rounded breast, and she slightly jerks from the deliberate caress.
"Be my guest. However, I believe pleasuring you has been my own selfish gratification."
"Have you ever been kissed?" She asks him, her eyes are fluttering close, and maybe she was trying to feel sexy enough to make him think she was desirable. She couldn't know---because he had been doing everything in the book, suspiciously –to keep her occupied with such concentrated bliss she couldn't know from wrong or right anymore.
"Haven't we been kissing?" He slides his gaze to her lips, to her breasts, the curve of her hips, and his fingers glide over each one—one by one—making her shiver.
"No," she curses herself for sounding so breathy, "and what you've been doing…is something too phenomenal…I mean." She stops herself. Not to make him feel as if he were some kind of sex god.
He laughs in a low dark chuckle, "then your idea of pleasuring me would start off with a kiss?" he leans in to plant an achingly soft, quick kiss along the curve of her neck, his hot breath next to her ear, moving slowly, his mouth barely touching her décolletage, "right?" he says into a lone dark curl that managed to fall along her breast.
"You keep this up, and I wont be able to walk tomorrow," she places her palm against his chest, tries to ignore that he's so beautiful—his toned and muscled body feeling rock-hard against her perspired hand—slick, smooth….she wants—whatever holy she ever believed in –goddess or god, help her, or stay away --- she wants, she so wants to lick him all up.
She pushes him back into the bed, so that he's on his back, and the grin he's giving her is quite—what's the word? She straddles him, sees that he's hard as rock, his cock is –god—it's enormous and she wants to blush, but they've been at this for, how long now? Hours!? And she wants to blush at the size of him. It looks, a hand ful, so much so that when she wraps her hand around it, it's full of this hard muscle, skin, all hardened flesh—the head begging for her mouth.
Yes. She breathes hard, barely feeling his hands at her waist, pulling her up so he can get inside—no! "Vergil." She stops him then, "wait."
"Lady…" his eyes flicker to hers, there's a slight tremor in his body as she refuses him.
"I want to…" she slides her body down, over along his, so that her mouth is now at his cock, over the head, making a swirl with her tongue over the opening, touching the smooth skin; she's enjoying the sound of his groans, the sound of his illicit soft cry when she sucks as if she loves this—and she does. Lady is surprised that he tastes so good, her mouth covering the length of him, stretching enough so that she can go down—up, down—up-down…Mmmm….yes…lick, suck, lick.
He shudders beneath her as she stops, "All right, let me do everything from here on out, Vergil."
He watches her, curious, his breath is steadier than before, as his throat moves. She is atop him, where her opening is poised above his cock, and her clit slides over the head. Just enough so that she clenches him, tight. Soon his breathing comes in quick, straining himself not to push in, not to pull her body down.
"What are you doing?" A muscle moves along his jaw, teeth clenched.
"Wait…" She moves a little—up down, up down, just slight, not enough to cover him, but tease the head, and her mouth comes down to his waiting open lips, where her tongue joins his—their wet, open kisses are frantic, almost aggressive, and he's got his hands still at her waist, wanting to still her—wanting to pull her down. Yet, the half-demon's got his composure, he's trained to control his desire—his needs, and instead grips her waist, just enough so their kiss lasts longer.
"Lady, how long are you going to wait?" he breathes against her cheek as she moves her mouth to kiss the bottom of his lips, flick out a tongue to the underside of his jaw.
"As long as it takes," she grins, "Besides, you've satisfied me so much, haven't you, Vergil?" there is, she hopes –a wicked, almost impious glint in the way she looks at him. And from years of training and exercise, muscle coordination and flexibility, she clenches him again.
He groans. Almost painfully.