Breathless by Tyrant Hamster

Pairing: Vergil x Lady,

Rating R for mature readers only, but no sex here.

This is just the first chapter.


Lady sat reading the Jackpot Monthly guns magazine, her feet and large dirty cherry red boots rested idly on the reception desk of Devil May Cry. It was a habit she'd picked up from Dante, she found herself doing it when she focused on something else sitting down, like when she read. At first she'd scolded herself and planted her feet firmly on the ground under the desk in question whenever she caught herself doing it, much to the amusement of the white-haired devil she'd caught the tendency off. But as time went on she'd stopped caring and decided to admit herself the luxury to put her feet up occasionally, so long as she didn't forget when to put her foot down. She recalled one such incident with Dante as she turned the page and her eyes fell on the long, hard barrel of a large calibre desert eagle, causing her pulse to quicken a little in excitement as she read independent reviews describing the potent shot and satisfying kickback of the gun. Once Dante had jested that her love of firearms was an outlet for repressed sexual feelings, which had made her flush and point a gun at him in warning, though it was purely gesture.

However when he made a playful joke about Kalina Ann being symbolically phallic she'd found her finger had squeezed the trigger before she'd had time to think. That had been the third and last time she'd really shot him, in the head no less, that one time in the stomach really didn't count, it was reflex. She'd wanted to apologise, and he'd been really good about it, but she didn't know how to tell him. It wasn't that she only thought of him as a demon still, but that rocket launcher was like, all she had of left of her mother. He might have well called Kalina a whore, it just hit a nerve, she didn't shoot him because he was a demon, in that moment she would have shot anyone even if they couldn't shrug it off, but what kind of apology was that, I would have shot you if you couldn't survive it too. It had taken her completely off-guard when later that day he asked her to follow him up to his room. She'd gone up wondering what on Earth he was thinking, but her wildest suspicions all fell short of when he dropped to his knees, recited the most sincere apology she'd ever heard from anyone in her life, human or otherwise, and gave her a wrapped box. It was too large to be a wedding ring, she'd told herself jokingly, and had nervously unwrapped it as he watched on, still on his knees, a startlingly young, almost innocent look in his eyes, like a child. When she pulled back the lid she gasped, and couldn't believe it, reaching in to carefully pull out the
sole object within.

It was a gun, a handgun, built very similar to Ebony and Ivory, mostly white but with black grip and highlights. Once he'd seen she liked it he went on to explain it was made like his own weapons, complete with magical ammunition and reloading, and packed just as much punch, even saying he was going to sacrifice some power to reduce the kickback, but thought better of it, knowing she could handle it. She looked it over as he explained it had no demonic properties, and spoke of how he'd scrapped together all sorts of rare, hard to find materials and mystical trinkets to produce a weapon that wouldn't rely on dark power but purely human-made magic. He'd spent hours on it, when she thought he was just avoiding her out of protest or resent, and he hoped she liked it. She never did get round to saying thank you, rather for a moment there, stood a man, a demonic man, but none the less, a person, and she hugged him, not as a lover, but as a friend, perhaps her only one. They spent the rest of the day and most of the night trying out her new toy, Lady getting used to the powerful kick, at
first a challenge, but she loved it and by the time they finished she was in love with that delicious recoil, the only weapon more satisfying for her to use being Kalina Ann. And since then, he'd never said another word to her sexually, well, not aimed at her at least, he'd still joke and jest and sometimes say things that made her flush if she imagined them too vividly, but not once were they about her, he'd given her the name Lady, and since then he'd made sure to always treat her like one.

Lady reached down and felt the reassuring weight of the gun strapped to her side, the comfortable grip seemed almost hauntingly well-fitting to her fingers, something she still hadn't figured out how he'd managed to do so well. She still hadn't named it, Dante had made a suggestion or three, she kind of liked Angel Tear, but she was still thinking it over. As she felt the wonderful, strong barrel beneath her fingers, the door swung open, and she relaxed as white hair entered, but stiffened again as it was followed by a blue coat. Vergil. The older twin strode into the building as if it wasn't, as though there was no concept of boundary or territory that applied to him. Lady watched him over the lip of her book, pointedly not reacting in any other way visible, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the attention. When Dante had returned, he'd brought back his brother, unconscious at the time, and left him before coming back to Lady to return Kalina Ann.

She'd only found out later Vergil was alive, Dante said he'd not wanted to bring him out where demons might attack while he was defenceless, and while Lady saw the logic in this, she couldn't help but feel Dante had another reason, as if he was, ashamed of his older brother or something. Dante had used what Lady found out later was called a Vital Star, a large one, on Vergil, and left him to rest downstairs. The next morning Vergil was gone, and Lady was surprised he hadn't stolen anything, just taken Yamato and the morning paper and left. Dante didn't seem surprised though, Vergil hadn't even tried to take Force Edge, when Lady asked why, Dante said Vergil wasn't a thief. She'd never been able to get it out of either twin what
happened between them in the demon world, Dante avoided the subject and Vergil was less polite about it.

She was pretty sure they'd fought, but whether together, or against one another, or even both, she wasn't certain. In any case, that day there were a number of reports of demonic infestations vanishing before the army had a chance to act, and it wasn't until Lady read a copy of the paper Vergil had taken that she noticed the ones mysteriously cleared out matched exactly those reported in that issue. Since then Vergil had been a vigilante, slaying demons as he came across them and seemingly spending the rest of his time tracking them down. He and Dante, and Lady too, all basically did the same thing, but Vergil had no business, no phone, and no desire to cooperate it seemed, he worked alone, and paid herself and his brother no heed.

Sometimes Dante and he would meet up by chance when they fought demons, and from what Lady gathered they fought together, but little was exchanged in the way of words, perhaps information regarding other nests, just business. Lady had even encountered him a couple of times out alone, but he barely acknowledged her. To him she was still just a foolish girl, even when she gunned down demons he would only stand back and make the occasional criticism, although he never slew a demon from a group she found first, unless it attacked him first, but otherwise he at least considered her a hunter, if a pathetic one. Once in a blue moon he came by Devil May Cry, to speak to Dante, he wouldn't tolerate her joining in and simply left if his demand wasn't met, so Dante would apologise to her and said it was a thing with his family. She put up with it, just, it seemed they only met to speak business anyway, although she was sure other words were spoken during those times, but whatever the case, something stood between those two, something unresolved, there had been a wound healed, since they never fought, but still, the scar hadn't faded.

Vergil walked up to the desk now, and perhaps to his chagrin had little choice but to acknowledge her presence, lowering his ice-blue eyes and regarding her relaxed posture. "If it weren't for the hair, I'd think you were my brother" he said lazily, not putting much effort into the slur. Lady rolled her eyes, used to the casual disrespect the elder twin seemed to hold for all humans, after all, she felt the same way about him and other unredeemed demons. "Judging by your wit I'm not sure if you are Dante in a new coat" she retorted, putting her boots down and the magazine too, continuing as soon as she saw the flicker of insult cross the white-haired devil's face, cutting off any further banter. "What brings you to Devil May Cry?" she asked with see-through politeness, Vergil shrugging off the childish taunting and replying shortly, "I'm here to speak to Dante". Lady didn't miss a beat as she answered with ice cold friendliness, "Dante is out on a job". "When will he be back?" Vergil said as soon as the last syllable had left her lips, "I don't know". "You don't know" Vergil repeated, "No, I don't know" Lady mimicked needlessly, she knew she was being childish but she'd do anything to irk Vergil's insultingly superior demeanour. "Maybe soon" she added after a moderate silence. "Maybe soon?" Vergil echoed, managing to pack a remarkable amount of contempt into the inflection of one word. "Yes, maybe soon" she stated flatly, growing tired of him rapidly, which was the effect they usually had on one another, as good as polarised in what they each hated. After a long, tense silence in which they exchanged glares that would have knocked any insects unwary enough to wander between stone dead, Vergil grunted and turned to the side, "Very well, then I'll wait" he said simply, walking over to a knocked over chair. Not even pausing in his step, he tapped the hilt of his katana, knocking the sheath into one leg of the chair, flipping it 270 degrees through the air to settle perfectly on the ground upright, and he sat down, legs crossed. Lady watched all this, and found herself resisting the urge to laugh. She'd seen Dante do that once or twice, only he did it so much more, flashily, and she had to force herself not to smile, they were so different and so alike, she thought.

Half an hour later, and Lady and Vergil were engaged in a bitter pitched battle. That is, she was still sat at the desk and Vergil was still waiting on the chair he'd chosen. However, the two had taken up an unannounced, silent war of attrition, each trying to annoy the other more then they themselves were irritated. It was so subtle it was like a trick of the imagination, but both knew it was very real, and despite the insignificance of it, neither would back down, so, slowly, it escalated. Lady currently held the upper hand as she had found rocking on her chair produced the most intensely pointless noise against the worn floorboards it rested on. This wouldn't trouble Vergil under any other circumstances, he was perfectly capable of blocking it out without any effort whatsoever.

It was the fact that the only reason she was doing it was to try and annoy him, and he couldn't say so or act on it without acknowledging it by reacting and in some small, tiny way granting her a victory. That was what annoyed him. Deciding to take action, the half-devil abruptly stood and walked over to the young woman, Lady briefly wondering if he would do something blunt like tip her over. Instead he stopped by her and took a moment to inspect a few of the weapons on the walls, Dante had left Cerberus up for example. He inspected each one critically and gave it varying levels of approving nods before moving on, finally turning to the book in her hands, glancing at the deadly firearms on the current page, and giving a look of pointed disapproval. Lady forced herself not to grit her teeth, and even more so not to shoot him, she knew it wouldn't work, but damn it she felt like trying. "Do these toys amuse you so?" he asked in an off-handed fashion , as if he did so merely to pass the times, indicating under no other circumstances would they be worth a moment of his attention. "These 'toys' kill demons"

Lady replied, shooting him a look that said the term demons would easily stretch to him. Vergil absorbed the glare without a hesitation and studied the wall idly, "Yes, so I've seen, rather ineffective, better than nothing if you're desperate I suppose". This time Lady's teeth did grind as she threw down the magazine, Vergil smirking to himself without even looking at her as she took the bait, but instead of an outburst a devious smile crossed her face as she stated simply "Dante uses them". Vergil turned his head to her, one white eyebrow raised in high expectation as he waited for the punch line where that added up to something meaningful, "This proving what?" he enquired after a small pause. Lady's grin condensed as she returnedhim an answer, "Last I recall, Dante wasn't the one carried out of the demon world unconscious". The look on Vergil's face as she said this made her wonder if he'd actually kill her, but secretly she thought it was worth it if he did, the expression of raging fury burnt onto the normally ice-cold expression of the elder twin worth dying for in her delighted opinion.

She didn't say anything, she didn't need to, she just picked up her magazine and kept reading, the ball buried deep in Vergil's half, beyond his reach she reckoned. After a long while in which Vergil attempted to burn a hole through the side of Lady's head and fry her brain with his eyes, and failed, he turned away in disgust and spat out a retort. "What could you possibly know of what took place there?" he said as if reprimanding her for speaking of things she had no right to. Lady put down the magazine again and turned to face him, "Not a lot, you and Dante seem very tight-lipped about it, one would guess at least one of you have something to be ashamed of and my money isn't on him". Vergil looked at her again, a colder expression than before, not rage, not like last time, this time his eyes seemed to contain a kind of grief, or disgust, she couldn't tell what, he was always hard to read. "That's none of your concern" he said simply, but Lady felt she had a foot in the door she'd long to see behind and wasn't about to let up now. "Really? You and my father seemed willing to make it the whole world's
business" she said, turning her body to face him as well, resting her hands on her knee, legs crossed. "I had no interest in your father, it was only a minor miscalculation that he didn't die by my hand" Vergil hoped this would spite the girl, but frankly she'd been the one to kill Arkham and was grateful for it, once she stopped crying, "But you were interested in the same thing as him, what was that Vergil? Was it power, are you just a stronger version of him, interested in nothing but strength at any cost?".

The silence that followed you could have blocked traffic with, it was so thick with tension you could almost taste it, but it was too late now, the question had been asked, the challenge made. After what felt to both of them like an eternity, Vergil's voice cut the air as cleanly as the Yamato ever had, "A pathetic creature knows nothing of the nature of power". Lady
yelped, and looked down to see his gloved hand wrapped like an iron shackle around her wrist, "Let go!" she protested, but he paid her no heed, leaning in to stare her in the eyes. "The need for strength, the desire to be strong, to wield the might to achieve your ends, fight for what you believe in, a human like you could never comprehend what it means to balance that
weight, that responsibility on your shoulders" as he said this he lifted her up out of the chair, Lady standing and knocking it over to avoid being
dangled by her arm, and he walked her towards the back wall, her swearing and punching and kicking him furiously.

She might as well have been attacking a tank. "You swarm and cower under the simplest forms of power, like cattle obedient to the mighty who take anything of yours they please no matter how precious, your heads bowed in mute surrender, to weak to fight, the few of you who dare seize any true strength only doing so to abuse it. How dare you speak to me of power, I whose father saved your wretched kind because you are all either to cowardly or too corrupt by temptation to wield power, ultimately manipulated by it no matter what end you lie at" Vergil now held her pinned to the wall, her body trapped by his, his strength
overpowering her and his steely gaze driving into her eyes.

Lady was speechless, not just for Vergil's words, but the conviction he spoke them with, and the way he simply moved her as though she were furniture, it left
her voice empty. Also, something else was bothering her, she didn't know what it was, but deep down in her, something was stirring, rising up through her senses. She couldn't place it, but somehow, the drive of the man holding her, his strength, presence, proximity, dominance, the cold fire in his eyes, his firm, immovable body and spirit, all of it pressing her back to
the wall, focused solely on her, such absolute attention. Lady shuddered and gasped, causing Vergil to lean back fractionally and regard her with a puzzled expression. Lady's cheeks were flushed, and warm, she felt warm, her entire body seemed to be tingling with some alien heat she'd never known before, it was as every aspect of the situation had come together to reach deep into her and unlock something deep, deep and personal and passionate. Vergil regarded Lady still, and noted that she felt warmer in his grip, and her cheeks were flushed, his speedy analytical mind processing to the reasonable conclusion with cold precision, but even he did a mental
double-take when he reached it.

Was she, turned on, he thought, looking down at the young woman beneath him, her breath seemingly strained by some unnamed feeling. As he recovered he started to fit the pieces together, yes, the more he thought about it, as bizarre as it was, it made sense. He was well aware of the physical attraction he possessed, much as he was aware of the moon, he knew of it perfectly well, it just didn't matter to him. He also vaguely understood that some beings enjoyed serving as much as others, like himself, enjoyed ruling, power and dominance, and as he added everything up he found it oddly fitting that deep down Lady would desire someone stronger than her to dominate her. Like her, he had abstained from sexual activity, for mostly the same reasons, that being neither of them hade time for such trivial things, being warriors in their own ways. But while she also had a young if well-hidden sort of bashfulness on the subject, Vergil was quite confident of his own ability and allure despite having no experience, it simply never held any value to him, it was a detail, like the colour of his hair. But here and now, with an aroused, subdued and now that he considered it, attractive young female in his hold, and time to kill, suddenly his interest was perked. Vergil wasn't a rapist of course, that was utterly beneath him, but on the other hand, he took what he wanted by his own dark code of honour, and if a woman allowed herself to be seduced by him, that was only strength prevailing over weakness and perfectly acceptable.

Leaning down, Vergil allowed a sort of whisper to replace his normally hard tone as he looked less harshly into her eyes, "Would you care to learn about power and temptation?". Lady looked back up into his eyes and for a moment had the expression of a rabbit in headlights, utterly helpless, before she managed to compose herself somewhat, still shaken by the strange feeling permeating her flesh. "Ver-Vergil..." she stuttered, trying to form a solid response to his subtle and startlingly daring inquiry that would survive the trip from her brain to her mouth. The half-devil however was not one for endless patience, he could wait, but not needlessly, and never one to play to another's pace, he simply leaned in, and kissed her full on the lips.

Lady's cheeks were already flushed, her body already hot and her mind already reeling, but when the cold, handsome just leaned in and took her for himself, something deep inside her clicked, or perhaps it snapped, all she knew is she'd never felt like this before. Like a predator, Vergil sensed her vulnerability, and he moved in for the kill, "How about a challenge Lady, you like challenges don't you?" he asked quietly, mashing and biting her lips gently. Lady said nothing, but managed a weak nod, she didn't know what was wrong with her, or why she wasn't trying to rip his head off, even if she didn't stand a chance. She just knew that he was making her feel something she'd never felt before, and she didn't want to lose that feeling,
she was scared of it slipping away behind those cold eyes that hid so much, never to be felt by her senses again.

Vergil's smile widened slightly, as he slowly broke the kiss, and with one fluid, smooth motion, turned them around, his back now against the wall and hers against his chest. "That's
the spirit, it's a simple game, all you have to do is count to ten, after that if you tell me to stop, I will, you win, if you don't, I win" Vergil hissed in her ear, his warm tongue savouring the soft lobe as he trapped her to him with those impossibly strong arms of his. As much as she was struggling to think, those big hands rubbing over her really not helping,
she saw this as a ray of hope, if she won this game of his, she would beat him, not be driven off by what he was doing to her. Perhaps she could even demand he explained what on Earth was happening to her right now as a prize, yeah, no problem she thought, how hard was counting to ten? Vergil's arms slid down to her waist, and he paused, hissing like a snake of temptation into her ear again, "Begin". He didn't move, and Lady figured he was waiting for her to start counting, so she took a deep breath, and began. "One-NAA!" Lady's voice shrieked out in surprise as those hands, those inhumanly strong, skilled and fast hands of his, were suddenly under her clothes, his left wrapped around her bosom and massaging it powerfully, the erected nipple grazing his large palm through the bra and driving her crazy. Meanwhile, his right was in her underwear doing, something, she didn't know what but fuck he sure did. "Keep counting" he growled as he greedily feasted on the smooth arch of her neck opposite the breast he was treating. Lady suddenly thought ten felt like a really, really big number, and a long way away. "Ugh, too-two" she groaned, the game the only thing she had to hold onto now, her legs giving up as he supported her easily, the arm reaching to her bosom clasping her to him inescapably. "Fff, three..." she hissed, her head arching back over his shoulder as he pinched and tweaked her erected nipple, God, it should have hurt, but the pain that was there was just, intoxicating. "F-f-four!" the young virgin shouted, her legs quaking as those big rough fingers did things to her she didn't know the name of, and couldn't even make out in the heady bliss clouding her senses, but something about that ceaseless rubbing motion was wearing her down so quickly. "F, five-vaa!" she grunted, Vergil's hands doing something, her head swinging wildly to one side as he switched to the previously untouched, heated bosom, his mouth now on the other side of her neck due to her frenzied thrash, "Halfway there, impressive, most wouldn't make it to three" Vergil growled.

Lady felt a little boost upon hearing that, since each number was getting progressively harder to form and say on her turbulent breathing, but the moment was short-lived as the next thing he did made her nearly swear. "Shi-six!" her voice rang out as two of those large, deadly fingers slipped inside her, the powerful digits roaming against her walls, seemingly seeking something as they lacked rhythm, but even that basic, unguided friction was indescribable to her, as if someone was washing jets of flame through her. "Seez-seven..." the laboured digit came, Vergil's thumb still working her clit expertly as he explored her insides, feeling out her reactions, and smiling when he felt her jump especially hard, he'd found it. "Eaaahh! E-EIGHT!" Lady shrieked, as Vergil's two fingers ran over a certain spot, making her buck against them in a knee-jerk reaction she simply couldn't help, his digits quickly focusing on the spot and beginning to pump in and out over it mercilessly. "Niyuuh, eyaaah... N, nine" Lady trawled out from somewhere in her throat, she couldn't see straight, her vision was swimming, her muscles quivering, she felt like something powerful and deep inside her was going to snap in half, only she wanted it so badly. "One more number Lady" Vergil taunted, knowing the virgin girl was moments from breaking, he'd been surprised to find she had no hymen, but quickly put it down to the excersizes she did, a good splits could break it very young indeed without any sort of penetration. "Trrrrn..." Lady growled, Vergil laughing softly in her ear, whispering "Not good enough", Lady trying to force the word out, but it was like trying to pack bubbles into a suitcase, the word fell apart as soon as her tongue touched it and it seemed ludicrous to even try. "T-aaah!" she yelled, feeling some sort of pulsing reaction to Vergil's touch start up within her, she couldn't place it, it was like the touch on her chest, the bite and suckle on her neck, especially the thumb rubbing above her entrance, all if it was feeding directly into her insides where Vergil was penetrated and stoking a fire deep within her, but more than a fire, it felt solid, like a volcano beating with pressure, threatening to erupt. Lady didn't know what was about to happen, or if she wanted to stop it, but one thing Lady never, ever liked to do, was lose. "Teh, trn... Ten!" She shouted in triumph, her whole body emptying of energy and will, all poured into that one word, that one syllable of defiance and strength.

But Vergil didn't stop, and she remembered suddenly and despairingly, that she had to tell him to. It was so simple, so close, one word, four little
letters, but she couldn't do it, the simple sound feeling as impossible as standing when her father had impaled her leg. She felt lost, beyond salvation, helpless to the large, cold devil filling her with maddening heat, and God, that triggered something powerful in her. She felt a sudden weightlessness, it reminded her of falling, she'd fallen a few times in her life, always gotten back up, but she new the tingling, looming sensation in the mind that calculated the exact distance to the inescapable ground, so big and final. That's what she felt now, even though she couldn't measure the distance to whatever was dropping on her prone mind, she could sense it coming, and then it came.

The only thought that formed in her head for the next half minute was how alike a nuclear blast this was. Something went off, deep inside her, and the farthest reaches of her mind heard the foreboding note just an instant before the blast washed over her, burning her, sweeping her away, rocking and shaking her and staggering her thoughts like a knockout blow in the
face, she couldn't think, couldn't do anything but acknowledge the ringing sensation in every fibre of her being as shockwave after wave boomed out from her slick, hot, swollen and still occupied sex, reverberating off her limits, pushing them back and filling her with expanding, directionless and seemingly endless pleasure. Vergil pulled his head back and grimaced, actually having to use a measure of his demonic strength to stop the thrashing girl damaging something or smacking him or herself in the face. She bucked more than any wild stallion ever did as she gave up her innocence to him, and the half-devil wondered if she'd need medical attention after such convulsions. But finally after a good thirty seconds, her body seemed to run out of steam, quivering a little as she slumped back into his grip, Vergil removing his hand from down her front to catch her. Slowly, he carefully carried her forwards to the desk, and lay her down over it, legs sprawled off to one side. absent-mindedly, he licked his fingers clean, savouring the taste of victory, but also, finding it somehow especially satisfying knowing it was her, not for the sake of beating her, but rather, her found himself oddly enjoying seeing her like this, run ragged with pleasure by his touch. He chuckled quietly, "You lose Lady, impressive
attempt though" he added not unkindly.

Lady's head lolled over to the side, and she regarded the white-topped blue thing talking to her, still recovering from the ordeal. Fuck that was powerful, was all she could think, she would have dropped to her knees and beyond for the intensity of those feelings, had he not held her utterly trapped to him. She looked down a bit and saw something large pressing a wide, long definition out of Vergil's trousers, the blue-clad devil following her gaze, and groaning a little. He was as hard as steel, his pants feeling so tight he was surprised his inhumanly hard erection hadn't torn through them, and his mind was full of images of him impaling her again and again over his grand maleness, if she collapsed for his fingers, she would die for his cock. But he fought down those images, he couldn't, there were many reasons, Dante would be back soon no doubt, and he couldn't afford risking getting her pregnant on such a whimsical emotion, and furthermore she'd have to earn the full of his body, he felt she'd had quite enough for now.

He stepped forwards a bit and carefully slid her further onto the desk, since she was slipping off. She took the opportunity to reach out and grab his dick through the clothing, her hands pressing on the hard mass as she thought shit, that's supposed to fit inside me! Vergil flinched slightly, but quickly recovered and calmly gripped her hand and moved it away from himself, shaking his head slowly, but smiling, "I think you've had enough for tonight, maybe another time". With that he went to step back, but paused, and instead leaned over and kissed her once, gently, on the lips, whispering as he did, "That is the nature of power and temptation". She kissed back greedily, and whimpered as he slowly leaned back, breaking the touch. His hand darted into his clothing and pulled from it a small envelope, Lady catching the words "For Dante" on its front, guessing it must have been what Vergil intended to talk about with his brother. He looked at it for a second, then in a blur snatched up a pen from the desk, fortunately blue like the one he had used, and immaculately added "And Lady" to the front, letting her see it before placing it down on the desk, bowing fractionally, and leaving.

Lady watched him go, not really having a conscious choice in the matter, then slumped back down again, still breathing rapidly from the experience. She didn't even have any witty remarks left in her, she was, changed, while not a prude she was far from a slut and sex and love had been things she'd locked away for a distant time in her life, when things were better. She still sometimes blushed when Dante made crude remarks, even if they were never about her now, because it was something she treasured and held sacred, a sovereign pleasure to be shared only on the most special of occasions. But right then, if she'd had the breath she would have begged Vergil to fuck her, she would have sucked his cock like a mindless slave if he'd asked her, not even told her, just let her, so intoxicated was her mind. Now she was calming down, regaining her senses, she was glad she didn't, but in the heat of the moment, she would have moaned his name like he was a God, because surely no mortal could do such things to her soul. She sighed, but he hadn't, even though he was so hard and clearly wanted it, badly, like her. So that was strength, that was power and temptation she thought, and as she did, she realised, she didn't hate the elder son of Sparda quite so much
anymore, she didn't think she loved him, not off one experience, but she felt, she understood him more now.

notes: There's a sequel :) since there was no sex in this VERY long chapter, there's more coming for teasing and stuff. Capcom owns the characters; we just like to borrow them with their permission.