.............. The following chapter contains sexual referances, rape, violence, swearing - basically all the bad things minus drugs. I'm just letting y'all know, I am scared to post this as I have never posted a lemon before and am feeling quite apprehensive. Please, give me your honest reveiws. Enjoy ... TehOdd1 xoXo
And there it was. Vergil thought sourly, righting his awkward, dog-like position.
The feeling. The human feeling. He ground his teeth together, feeling his jaw constrict almost painfully, then loosen.
Lust. Fuck.
He glared across at the inccubus without meaning to, and took a very deep breath, trying to keep his very wavering control.
The lust demon shifted uncomfortably.
"What has she said?" the words sounded cold, even to his own ears.
The lustful demon shrugged, his eyes turning a brilliant green once more.
"Not much, Boss. She keeps getting...all...emotional. And although she suppresses it, it doesn't stop her feeling it, if you know what I mean."
"I am aware." Vergil said in a clipped voice, propping one leg up on the other.
His hard on was fading, slowly, but surely, and his face curled into a snarl at the memory of that filthy human touching him.
If only she knew.
"She likes you, Boss." he grinned across at the cold man.
"I am aware, Nathaniel." he growled.
The lusty demon shrugged. "She wants you, bad as, my man. Take advantage of it. Take advantage of her."
Vergil felt the tug on his emotional tie and narrowed his eyes at the demon inflicting the troubles.
Oh, if only he knew.
The way she touched him, how delicious she tasted- he had lost control and almost ravaged her in a God forsaken car park, of all the filthy places, until for once in his miserable life Dante had stopped him from doing something he really, really wanted. But would hate himself for in the morning. And her hands, so soft and fragile, touching his favourite weapon of all... He had to resort to thinking about his grandmother. If he had a grandmother, he imagined what she looked like.
"I said I cannot be controlled, you insolent fool. Do you realise how close to killing you I am?" he said in a cold, un-emotional voice.
Nathan chuckled. "Yeah, I guess."
Vergil's teeth ground together.
"Okay, okay, status report. I get 'cha." the demon sighed, and rubbed his eyes wearily.
Human realm, human problems. Perfect. Did these horrid creatures quash out every part of demon strength in a person? Person. FUCK. Demon, not person.
And he had never sworn so much in his entire existence.
"She doesn't suspect anything in the least, sir; I think she's more worried about the cases."
"What does she think of them?"
Nathan shrugged.
"I was preoccupied on what she manages to hide in that shirt of hers. Damn fine legs, tight ass, totally perfect perky tits and nice lookin' face."
Vergil closed his eyes and took another very deep breath.
Yes, he knew just how perfectly perky and taut her chest was. All to well how nicely her legs wrapped around him, tempting him. And those ferocious eyes.
He truly cursed his mother for being human, then, in the car park.
Her skin was like ice to him, and God, the smell of her pulsing throat made him ache in places he never considered could even ache before.
He had been seconds away from ravaging her, once again. The first time being half asleep, her hair fanning out over the majority of his shoulder and her sweet, innocent essence practically making him drool for the majority of her rest. And then.
Oh ho. And then.
Her hips had started grinding, and she murmured his name more than once, clear as crystal. And words maybe a little too... robust.
"What does she think about the case?" he repeated.
Nathan shrugged again.
"She thinks that the Smith's case, her personal case, has something to do with a lover on his side, not hers."
Vergil smirked a tiny, secret smirk.
So she was listening to him.
What a peculiar human...
"And?"
"It was Katie, messin' with the hubby, for the record. He can't remember. She was bored, and did that weird spell Manipulation thing... The husband, FYI, had two lovers, only one was human, you dig?" he grinned. "Kate made that other broad all jealous and stuff. Made her real angry, and then real hormonal." Nate chuckled, and winked. "And we all know what chicks are like PMSing, mah main man."
Vergil ignored his attempts at being funny and stood.
"Yes, well."
Nathan stood with a sincere look on his face.
"Do you want me to... you know... fix her up for you?"
Vergil raised a bored eyebrow. Was he implying that he needed help with women? "You know we need her total trust, Nathan."
Nathan smiled. "I've never felt so trusted in my entire life as when I was taking a girl's virginity." he pointed out.
Vergil's other eyebrow rose. "She's a virgin?"
And I thought she was lying.
Nathan rolled his eyes. "You know she's saving it for her husband."
"Then I would feel obligated to marry her." Vergil dismissed, rolling his shoulders. Although taking a girl's virginity had never bothered him before...
Nathan shrugged. "I can make it feel like a dream."
Vergil smirked.
Nathan shrunk away from that smirk, feeling the evil radiating behind it.
"I like it when they ... fight."
"Dude, you rape them?" Nathan laughed.
Vergil's smile increased.
"Indeed I do. If not to teach them a lesson well learnt, I usually become bored when they comply."
Nathan grinned. "That, I can agree you on. Damn twenty first century whores, leave nothing to the imagination. Angel, on the other hand..." He licked his lips. "What I would do to that girl when the lights go out. Mmm-Mmm. She's hot and totally sexy, but stand off-ish and cold. Mmm." He shook his shoulders. "Yummy."
Vergil shook his head. "I will never understand the mental physique of the inccubus mind."
Nathan chuckled. "Naw, don't think you will."
"So she has no clue of the events involving her younger and older siblings? Or herself, for that matter?"
"Nap. She feels no curiosity. Maybe she's attuned to me though? Humans are good like that."
"Yes. Attuned." Vergil's eyes were widened, and staring over Nathan's shoulder.
Nathan turned to see what he was so excited about.
"Oh, my..." Nathan's grin turned predatory. "Hello, babe."
Angel's eyes, unfocused, the wild green orbs stared back at him.
Completely naked, dripping in what Vergil supposed was water, she nodded.
"Hello, Nate."
Nathan's grin widened. "Oh, Katie, my love."
The succubus woman stepped out behind the naked one, and with a flick of soft brown curls, ran a hand up the woman's side.
"She is rather pretty, huh, Nate? Very soft. I like her smell." the woman leaned forwards and circled the human's ear with her tongue.
"Baby, you do that all to good." Nathan laughed, holding his arms for the woman to jump into.
She did, and wrapped her legs, encased only in the tiniest of skirts, around him.
"I missed you."
"I missed you more."
"I did a little tweaking, Vergil, with a little bit of Manipulation." she said over his shoulder, smiling softly at the elder Sparda. "She is completely yours for the commanding. Won't remember a thing."
She leaned her head back delicately, as Nathan kissed along it, trailing the lightest of kisses up her thorax like she could break.
"I missed you, so, so much." he purred.
"Angel, go to Vergil's side." the succubus instructed.
Angel, softly and lithely, moved to her allocated position, hips swaying, legs looking freshly waxed and smooth, her perfect chest catching his eye more than he would care to admit.
"Angel, kneel at Vergil's feet."
She did so, looking blankly at the floor.
"Go on, Vergil. You have until three tomorrow morning. I've even managed her to prompt you, should you need it."
"What about her work?" he asked through numb lips.
This was bad. Very bad. He could feel Nathan tampering with his wants and Kate as she too, twisted Angel's arm behind her back (figuratively of course, he would never allow any one to touch her in such a brash matter - nor would she.)
Kate giggled a little. "Nathan can handle that. Trust me."
"Yeah. They all know she loves her work. I'll come up with something."
Vergil glared at the couple before him.
"Get out of my sight."
Nate smiled. "I'ma watch how sore she is, tomorrow, so be gentle!"
Vergil growled and lunged but the damn creature had taken his mistress and teleported out of there.
"Vergil." said the remaining woman softly, innocently.
He turned with his guard up around him like it had never been before. How had he ever resisted her? How could he ever again, knowing what lay beneath those clothes?
He swallowed deeply.
Oh, choices, choices.
He took a deep breath and said.
"Angel, go to our room. Put on your clothes."
"Vergil." she said gently, watching his every- almost non-existent -move through half lowered lashes. "I want you, Vergil."
He sighed, his breath sweeping a curl off her shoulder, prompting him to gaze at her warm, inviting figure.
It wasn't the same, really - she wasn't the same. She was void of any and all emotion. And he missed the rush of blood that filled her cheeks otherwise, when he was to tease her.
"Angel," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Vergil." she whispered, beginning to walk towards him in such a forward movement he stumbled back, crashing into the counter with such haste that it buckled and broke beneath him.
"Stop moving." he ordered.
She blinked and tilted her head to the side.
He craned his neck away from her. "Go to the bed room. Put on your clothes."
"My clothes, Vergil? Don't you want my body?"
He blinked, and took a sharp breath.
Yes. Yes I want your body.
"Stop talking to me like that!" he snarled.
"Like what? I'm sorry, Vergil. Do you want me to kiss it better?" her voice, though gorgeous and full, was made deflated by her eyes- which clearly had no sane emotion.
"I want you-" he started, in a warning tone.
Angel jumped forward and caught his wrists, placing his hands on her skin.
He could've pulled away, of course, because he was half demon and she was a puny human who was recovering from recent injuries - but he chose not to.
Why shouldn't he get what he wanted? She would never know.
Half lidded, his lips brushed her cheek bone as his hands pulled away. Physical contact seemed to please her - she no longer prompted him nor held onto his wrists.
"Do you fear me, little human?" he murmured against her skin.
This was it. The yes or the no.
Because on one hand, he could not do this to her. Why? He did not have to explain this at the current time. His most logical answer that it was because she was a filthy, stinking, disgusting human who would soil his skin.
On the other hand, however, he had lost control a few times before and banged a few women into submission. They had all had sex before, making them even worse. But telling himself that she was a vile creature eased the hard on in his pants ... very slightly.
By asking the question he so wanted to know, he really wanted to know if she wanted him.
Yes, I am scared of you. = Yes, I want your body too.
No, I'm not scared of you. = No, I don't want you.
It was really, very simple.
"Vergil, I..."
With out waiting for an answer, he took her and crashed his lips on hers.
Was he worried of the outcome...? It didn't matter.
He was demon. She was human. He wanted her, he got her.
And oh, God, she tasted good.
She moved against his mouth uncertainly, as if she was inexperienced. He supposed that she was.
He nipped at her bottom lip.
She gasped.
"I don't know what to do." she mumbled, blank eyes looking down.
He huffed and picked her up.
"Angel, wrap your legs around me. I want you to hold me." he said hoarsely, like his throat wasn't working.
Perhaps if I get this out of my system...
Yes, this could work.
She did as she was told, and kissed him back.
"Open your mouth." he groaned.
She did as she was asked and his tongue met hers in an almost frantic matter.
He rubbed it against hers, twisting it and turning it and stumbling over to the bedroom door.
He crashed her up against a wall.
"Undress me."
As he said those words, like a bubble, it all popped.
Usually when he took a girl's virginity, they were either all for it or all against.
She was neither undressing him nor pushing against him. He had to know.
And he sure as hell couldn't keep ordering her to do things.
He tore out of his own shirt and laid her down on the bed, nipping her breasts and throat.
"Angel, do you fear me?"
"No, Vergil."
"Do you want me?"
"No, Vergil."
So she neither fears, nor wants his body.
Damnit.
He huffed and slid his pants off.
"Angel, I want you to act as if you really would if you didn't want me to make love to you."
No, it's called fucking. Not 'making love', hardcore, brutal, X-rated and totally pleasurable, fucking. Damnit.
He was starting to feel.
He pushed her shoulders down, as she had sprung up with anger in her fascinating - yet still blank - eyes, and pressed the very tip of his manhood against her opening.
How she quivers.
Angel's eyes, now tinged with anger to sooth the emptiness, widened.
"Don't." she snarled, fisting the bed sheets. "Don't you dare, Vergil."
"Don't move." he commanded.
Oh, how he loved when they obeyed. Or disagreed. Either way suited him just fine.
"Don't, please." she pleaded, her eyes, devoid of any real emotion, searching his, gathering tears. "Please Vergil, leave me some dignity." she scoffed, half heartedly.
"Why should I?" he mused, entirely entertained by this. "Give me some sort of dignified answer."
"M-My father tried this when I was little." she seethed, growling. "It scares me so much I can barely stand it."
He pushed further.
She whimpered.
I can't. I should, but I can't.
He grunted, and tried to pull away but his body couldn't deny him of such a beauty.
His mind, intellectual as it was, protested violently.
I need her, he hissed at himself. I can't take her here, I need her! For the future, for world domination...! Wait. That was not the plan.
"Angel, act like you would if you wanted me." he whispered, sliding a hand under her thigh and hoisting her up.
Slowly, the almost non-existent anger in her eyes faded.
Replaced by fear, yes, there was most certainly fear, beneath the blankness. And the lust he himself had never felt the need to express, nor accept.
Her arms wound shakily around the back of his neck.
He got on the bed, kneeling, with a thigh tightly wrapped around either side of his hip.
"Will it hurt?" she whispered against his lips.
"I don't know." he answered honestly.
"Don't we need lube?" she raised an eyebrow.
He had to laugh.
Priceless.
He kissed her lips once, softly, then curved a hand down to the radiating heat between her thighs.
"Stay still," he reminded her. "Trust me."
She nodded and gasped as a finger, not his penis, was pushed inside her.
"Wh...Wha...?"
She moaned and moved her hips a little.
He smirked.
"There's your lube for you." he murmured against her skin of her cheek.
He wiggled his finger, watching her face intensely.
He licked her lips and kissed her again, laying her down.
Her arms, still quaking, circled around his throat tighter, pulling him down towards her.
She inhaled through her nose as another finger was added in addition to the first.
"Oh God!"
He smirked and moved them around the tight circle. "Do you like that, Angel?"
"Oh...Yes..." her hips bucked at his touch and he chuckled, sucking her breast.
Pleasing the woman.
Hmn.
He'd never done it this way before.
She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth however, when he added a third finger.
"Th-...That hurts." she wheezed, squeezing her eyes shut.
He frowned. "I'm alot bigger than that, Angel."
Her eyes opened slowly, to regard his features.
"Why did you stop moving?" she asked, in her child like voice, hips rubbing against his hand somewhat impatiently. "I said it hurt, I didn't say stop."
He smirked a little, but felt... un-happy.
He removed the third finger, and with his thumb, rubbed her clit instead.
She gasped.
"Oh! Vergil!" Her hips bucked against his hand, causing him to laugh.
Her face flushed with blood, she looked down at him with half lowered and embarrassed eyes, that didn't fully reach the maximum emotion but were embarrassed quite clearly.
"Oops."
He nibbled her ear and crashed his lips into hers once more.
He felt her pucker and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him against her tighter.
He pressed her pleasure button again.
She moaned into his mouth.
Yes, I could do this. He mused, smirking into that hot kiss of hers. I feel no remorse. I feel no pain. I am demon. I do what I want, and, unfortunately for Angel, I want to do her. I will not fail. But she is rather persuasive, although that could be the Manipulation talking. And I need her for the future, damnit. Fuck.
Unsure of what to do for possibly the first time in his life, he became somewhat hesitant.
So, summoning all inner strength, he continued pumping his hand, feeling her heat, and rubbing that small, sensitive button every time she tried to gasp for air.
Vergil's hand squeezed her ass, ignoring the pulse under his rapidly heating skin.
Smirking against her mouth, his free hand tangled in her hair, pulling it back roughly but not unkindly, treating his lips to the soft spot there. And Angel complied, one hand at the base of his neck, two legs wrapped around his hips tightly and the other free hand trailing up and down his chest.
"You taste like strawberries, little human." He informed her, his eyes wicked.
She blushed furiously, looking downwards at the rather large mess he was making with his hand. "Yes. Strawberries. Right." She mumbled.
He chuckled, and pressed his forehead to hers, rubbing her clit until she moaned his name.
"I love strawberries."
"Vergil!" She groaned, pressing up against him.
He smiled and squeezed her ass again, sending her into a gasping frenzy.
Chuckling, he kissed the side of her lips, down her throat, until he reached that spot that the poor, unsuspecting girl never knew she had.
So very sensitive…
He sucked on it once, then bit gently.
"Strawberries. Mmm."
She eyed his ear lobe.
Leaning forward slightly, she kissed just beneath the soft skin with hesitant lips.
Goose bumps broke along his skin and she moaned slightly as he sucked as opposed to biting at her throat.
She reached down, and very carefully, matched the pace her was setting with his fingers, with her hand wrapped around his shaft.
He smirked.
"Hm. You seem to learn rather quickly." He murmured between kisses.
"I'm a smart girl." she nuzzled the side of his jaw.
"Vergil…I…" she cleared my throat. "Want your lips." she mumbled, going red.
He laughed.
Not chuckled, nor snickered, he laughed.
"Certainly." He replied, grinning, squeezing her ass in his massive hand, and rotating his thumb in small circles.
"You are so soft," he sighed, before kissing her roughly, tongues meeting outside their mouths in their haste to reach each other.
She gasped as his hips moved into hers. She felt the spread of warmth between her thighs and pulled his mouth to hers as it strayed down to her throat again.
"You are leaving a trail of evidence, you horrid man." she gasped, leaving his shaft. "I'm going to have to stop you, as your attorney."
He moaned into her mouth.
"Why did you let me go?"
Her removed his fingers and humped her, not entering her, yet, rubbing into her hips, his entire length practically burning into hers and teasing the pleasure button some more.
"Vergil Sparda." She scolded in a mumble, pulling back, her cheeks redder than they'd ever been and felling almost unbearably needy.
"Angel Williams." He bit his lip, grinning.
"I..." her brow furrowed. "This...this isn't right." she shook her head. "This isn't right."
"What?" his voice pitched.
He was burning to be inside of her, and now she had ceased all movement.
He frowned.
"What?"
"This isn't right. This is supposed to be for my wedding night." she said, shaking her head. "This isn't me, not one bit. Get off, Vergil, and go get dressed."
He grit his teeth, and pushed against her wetness with a throbbing member that was most certainly not his fingers.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You wouldn't dare." even though she thought she pulled off angry, he could read between the lines. She was scared.
Finally, he thought sourly. A normal human reaction.
"Wouldn't I?"
"No." she snapped, trying to pull away from him. "You wouldn't."
He growled, a demon growl that usually shut her up.
No such luck.
"Get off of me Vergil, I mean it!"
"And I mean it." he snapped back.
"Mean what?"
He scowled.
"I will tear open your insides." he growled.
She recoiled, but still glared.
"I will make your life a living hell. I will keep you under my control, and have you in a pain so great you will think breathing was a sin. I will take you, and break you so thoroughly you will have no choice as to obey my every whim. Every whim."
She growled, a more human growl, and pushed at his chest.
"I said get off."
"I said no."
He narrowed his eyes down at her.
Inside his frantically racing head, he was trying to think of a way to go about his business.
I don't care, take her! Fuck her! She's so wet already, she'll barely feel a thing! And the Manipulation should make it easier...Just order her to fuck!
I can't, I need her body kept in pristine condition. If any harm was to befoul her physically, the ritual won't work, and I need it to work!
Vergil sighed, and pinned her hands.
"Angel," he growled softly. "Stop fighting me. Go have a shower, and put some clothes on. Return to me here."
Angel's eyes dulled, more so, if that was even possible.
"Yes, Vergil."
As she walked away, hips swaying temptingly in the light of the moon, Vergil ran a hand over his face.
And I was so close to losing control. Pathetic. Living amongst the humans, it is toying with my needs! he scolded himself, crawling into his side of the bed and pulling the sheets over his errection.
Disgusting.
He scowled at his own self desire, and shook his head.
Just like them. I am becoming. Just. Like. Them.
He wiped his fingers on the bed beside him.
Savage, horny bastards.
He faintly heard the shower, and sighed, trying to think of ugly thoughts to put his straining errection down.
If I had a grandmother, she would have wrinkles. Disturbing, disgusting, wrinkles. White, filmy hair, and repulsive yellow teeth. She would be a pure bred demon, with nails as long as my fore arm and tits down to the floor.
That last one was a little un called for, but so far, so good.
And blue eyes, like that of me and my brother. And my children, if I should ever choose to have them. If I ever have children, I should have them to a demon. Yes. A pure bred demon, high class, living amongst earth as I do. Although I would be hard pressed to find one. Perhaps Angel, if I became desperate? I would have children with Angel, because she fascinates me. I would be the one to take her virginity, and I would be the one to make her scream. Scream of both pleasure...and pain.
He smirked, a sadistic smirk, and felt a shudder roll through his spine at the thought of her, all sweaty and aroused, wrapped around his fingers.
Yes. I would have children with Angel. Human or no, she is a fine specimen of woman, and- How on earth did I get here?
Without actually opening his eyes until now, when the cool of the door handle was pressed into his hand, blue orbs looked horrified.
He growled and practically kicked the door open, causing Angel to jump and turn to face him.
"I did not, not have sex with you because I didn't want to." he growled. "Let's make ourselves perfectly clear."
He opened the shower and picked her up by her throat.
"Be scared, woman!" he hissed, slamming her head back into the wall.
She let out a small whimper.
"There. Better."
He pulled her down so she was eye to eye with him, and squeezed her throat so hard it cracked.
She gasped, and clawed at his hand.
"I need you. Alive. And afraid of me. Do you understand?" He let her breathe a little, then squeezed the oxygen tube, hearing her splutter and instantly felt in control.
When was the last time he felt this empowered?
"Your cool and calm facade is to be no more. I want you to fear me." he murmured, pushing her further into the wall.
He shoved her legs to the side and probed her entrance again.
She whimpered, and tears crashed down her face.
Her mouth opened, like she wanted to say something, but he stuck his tongue in rubbing it against the other, quivering organ, then bit hers harshly.
"Do you fear me?"
"Y-Yes!" She sobbed-choked, trying to push him back with her feet. A little blood fell down her chin.
He lapped at it, like a common dog, and slammed her head back into the wall.
"Y-Yes!"
A smile, cruel, daunting and totally sadistic, wound his way onto his face.
"Good."
Vergil had never once slammed into a girl the way he slammed into her. The way he did, the force with which he did it, made him slip in the shower, forcing him lay her down to pump into her easily.
He usually liked to watch the roll of emotion across their faces as he slid into them slowly, how more than once they felt almost as 'switched on' as he did.
Usually.
She screamed, sobbing and begging for him to stop; beating at his chest with useless fists and cursing him brutally in three different languages.
And then she was moaning, but it wasn't from pleasure, but despair, and she still cursed him first in Italian, and then in Greek, and then in... She spoke Egyptian?
He, however, accepted hers groans and cries, drinking from her bleeding tongue like a vampire, loving the sweetness of her skin, sliding against his with the aid of the shower.
Close to coming, he withdrew then stood, picking her up by her throat and pushing her up the wall - she was above him, and he copped an eyeful of taut chest.
He would draw this out, for the both of them.
"Say my name." he commanded, drawing her down and slamming her head back into the wall, picking her hips up with his free hand, pulling hers over the full extent of his throbbing penis.
"Say it."
"V-Vergil!"
He trusted forwards, then drew out devastatingly slow.
"Again."
"Vergil!" she sobbed, still holding onto his wrist, digging her nails into his hand.
He jerked forwards, feeling her sweet, hot, slick inner skin wrap around his favourite weapon with a mighty grip.
"Again." he panted, sweat beading on his hair line.
He was so close to coming, and she was still no where near it, and the water was starting to run cold.
"V-..." she sobbed again, trying to catch her breath. "Ver-...gil...!"
She cried out as he pushed into her bleeding, shaking self.
"Please! Stop, I...I'll be good!"
He licked her lip and rubbed his knob up in her body.
"Mmm." he inhaled her hair. "I bet you will, little human."
He withdrew, nearing a climax to thwart even the biggest of demons, and let her sink to the floor, cowering at his feet.
Oh. How good it was to be in control again.
He watched the blood from her vagina mix with the blood from his wrist, with the blood from the back of her head, and finally, the blood from her tongue.
He had held her against the wall, digging into her with every part of himself that touched her flesh; it felt satisfying, really.
"Angel." He turned the tap off with out looking away from the gorgeous spectacle before him.
She whimpered, and hid her head in her hands, clutching the back of her head.
He liked this new, submissive woman. The one who was all, completely human. Logical, and obeying. Though he knew somewhere in his foggy brain that Angel would've fought with everything she had by now to ensure the fact that he did not do something she did not want him to do.
"I'm not finished."
She shrunk back into the wall, pressing her knees together, rocking backwards and forwards.
He grabbed the back of her bleeding scalp and dragged her to the bedroom once more.
She kicked and screamed, sobbing once more, and trying to keep up with his inhuman pace on her hands and knees. But he wouldn't have that, throwing her onto the bed and pinning her limbs down swiftly.
"Do you have any idea what it's like," he hissed, pushing against her again. "To be trapped in a place like hell? Do you have ANY idea what I've had to live through?"
She shook her head, sobbing, shaking, and tried to speak.
"P-Please, Verge-gil-!"
"What? Can you top Hell, Angel?" he drawled, pushing inside her, slowly this time, as to draw out any and all emotion.
She yelped, and squirmed, succeeding in nothing but turning him on further.
He repeated what seemed to him as a gentle caress, again and again, until she stopped squirming.
Panting, restless, she looked up at him with completely innocent eyes, and opened her mouth to say something.
"Don't ask me why." he withdrew and turned her onto her front.
"What are you d-?!"
He shoved her head into a pillow, muffling her protests but not suffocating her, as he had actually done previously.
"I want you to enjoy this." he said bitterly. "I want you to think this is our honey moon, and that we are happily married."
Angel stopped crying. She stopped protesting, slowly, she got onto all fours, then leaned back into him on her knees.
"Vergil."
And there was that voice!
So smoky, and sexual, and sensual, and devastating his facade.
"Go easy on me, Vergil."
He lifted her, up, cupping her sex in one hand, and felt her gasp as he slid her onto a new position.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." he bit her ear, and she gasped.
He moved his hips upwards, bringing her down, slowly, and felt the excited beating of her heart against his chest.
She let out a small moan, and let her hair, a little damp, snake over his shoulder.
He sucked her throat and rubbed her clit, driving into her.
The faster he got, the louder she moaned, and the harder he pushed, the more she cried out his name.
She was insatiable.
But enough was enough.
He'd had her against a wall, and on the floor.
He'd had her with her back to him, where he could not see her face - this, he found, was by far, the best position of them all.
Not only did he ignore the flatness of her eyes with out contemplating them at all, but there was a small, riveted spot inside this human woman, that he could not get enough of.
He rubbed her clit as fast as he could, and bounced her against his hips.
"Oh! Yes, Vergil! Yes!"
Her arm clung around the back of his neck, digging into his skin.
And as he near climax, he moaned, and bit into her shoulder, lightly.
He felt her come, which triggered his own, spazmic throbbing.
"I love you!" she exclaimed, hot air rushing into his mouth, just before she turned to kiss him. "I love you, Vergil."
His eyes widened. His mouth, so egar before the words processed, stopped moving against hers.
"I never could've found a better man to marry." she promised him, stroking his hair back affectionately.
She managed to slide him out of her, wincing slightly, then pull him into her arms, on top of the covers.
His head was on her breast, and he saw teeth shaped bruises there, already purple in the moonlight.
"Never. In a million years, Vergil. You're the one for me. I knew it, in that coffee shop. I knew I would love you the moment I saw you. I knew that you could virtually be, my love at first sight." She whispered into his ear, circling his bicep, then his pectoral with her free hand.
She kissed his temple, then stroked his stomach, between the abs, raising goose bumps along his flesh.
"And my God," she giggled. "I had never seen such a perfect ass before."
He looked up at her.
"Love at first sight?"
She smiled warmly.
"My one and only."
He frowned.
"And you married me." she whispered, tears brimming her eyes. "I didn't think you would marry me."
She leaned down, and kissed his lips, so softly, so utterly, completely womanly, that he found his own lips puckering in return.
She is insatiable.
And for the moment, she was all his.
"Of course." he replied soberly. "I could have you no other way, Angel."
She smiled, and kissed his lips some more.
He turned and pressed her gently into the bed, prying her limbs away from his skin.
"You should sleep." he murmured against her lips, eyes closed. He didn't want to see her eyes, and how different they were.
How unhuman, how un-her.
She was perfect, just the way she was, holey and solely human.
"Sleep is rather tempting." she said huskily, trailing her hand down his chest and across his abdomen. "But I can think of something else I would much rather do."
"Oh?" he flipped her to lay on top of him, wrapping his arms under hers and gently drawing one finger up her spine.
His eyes opened.
Facing the blankness that encased hers, he sighed sadly.
"Yes." she said, her thighs losing some of the self conscious tension they displayed.
"No." he countered, laying her on her side.
"Why not?" she pouted. "Wasn't it good for you?" a perfectly shaped eyebrow rose, and he had to chuckle at that.
"No. You were perfect."
"Then why not?" she pressed, wrapping her leg around his thigh securely.
"Because I'm exhausted." he lied through his teeth, he'd never felt more alive after ... Well.
Bluntly the best God damn mind blowing sex he'd ever had in his entire existence.
She sighed, looking rather dejected, her breath sweeping over his chest.
"Tomorrow?" she asked, brightening.
"Tomorrow." he nodded.
On impulse, he kissed her forehead.
She smiled, a content, human smile that he enjoyed so much.
She hardly smiled like that around him.
"Good night, lover." she giggled, resting her head on his shoulder, almost hesitantly.
"Good night, my Angel." he muttered back, rolling her onto her other side to spoon her nakedness.
Yes, he would take advantage of her when she figured out that he was the one to take her virginity.
How would he tell her though? How could he tell her?
There was not enough alcohol in the underworld to get her that drunk.
"Tomorrow." she murmured, after yawning and wrapping his hand around her breast.
He sighed. Well, he supposed it was now or never. Could he ever find another as fascinating as he found her?
No, I don't think I could. They are all too...Pompous, or too showy. She, however, leaves alot to be desired, which is saying something, as I've seen her naked. And now I've had her. Will I truly ever get enough?
He stroked a thumb over her nipple and kissed her shoulder. Savouring the feel of this... woman beneath him. She was not just a mere human as he had preferred to call her. She was a woman. A human woman. But, he'd be damned before he found anyone more to his liking.
No. I never could. I can still keep her alive after the ritual, and she will be my queen. She now officially has no choice in the matter. Every king needs a queen.
"Love you." she murmured, shifting her hips back against his.
His jaw dropped open but he refused to moan.
Yes. Every king needs a queen. She will be my one weakness. My entire entity. She has no choice. Yes. Every king must have a queen.
"Love you, too."
