Lady stood before the mirror, in reflection. In one hand she held a dress, satin, white, possessed of an almost serene beauty that simply was, like streams that flowed so gently you could mistake them for lying still in the sunlight. It was a thing of angelic elegance, and she treasured it dearly, it was her mother's.
That is to say, her mother had bought it, and intended to pass it onto her daughter, a gift, satin wings for her, then, little angel. Mary, she always thought of herself as Mary when she thought of her mother... Mary didn't know how she had known what her size would be, when she was fully grown. But while all mothers seem to possess an almost supernatural power to know, to chase away fear and uncertainty, Kalina was something else. If she had been alive today, Mary was sure she would still possess an enigmatic grace, like an angel. Kalina Ann, her mother, with the blood of an angel, or close enough, but more importantly, the soul of one.
Lady didn't know these were the same feelings, Dante had expressed to Vergil so long ago, though she and the younger son of Sparda had grown closer, it was a delicate progress, and took time, coming from so great a distance apart. She had wondered if she would fall for him, and while the question remained without its answer, she thought in a way she already did. For all his annoyances, his flaws and shortcomings, there was an unspoken unity and understanding between them. They had grown to be like family, her and Dante, and while brother and sister might never tell one another they loved each other, especially such feisty, mouthy types as them, they didn't have to. It went without saying.
Lady's eyes threatened to prickle, thinking of her mother, of how the day she would have given her this dress, had been stolen away, along with so much. She would never get to hold her in loving gratitude, never get to try it on before her, never see the light in her mother's eyes, or the pride in her smile...
Lady shook her head and sniffed, composing herself. In one hand she held this, glorious dress, and in the other, something more, casual, something of this world, not angelic, though it possessed a mortal flare, a spark of elegance.
It had been a week now, since her and Vergil had... She didn't truly know what they had done. Only in base terms, he had seduced her, fingered her, brought her to climax. And she had allowed it, loved it even, it was a taste of the world before her father's betrayal, a hope which dared to suggest such a wound inside might heal. And oh, how he had seared it into her, he had scorched dormant parts of her soul, branded her with the promise of reviving her life to its former joy. Vergil... It wasn't love but it wasn't, simple. Even if it was only, physical stimulation, or some game, some way of proving himself her better, to him, it was more. For whatever reason, however it had come about or been achieved, when he had her pinned to the wall, fingers, working her, inside her... Carnal or not, she hadn't resisted it, because she'd wanted it, whatever came before or after, in the moment, her pain, her past, vanished, and she felt free.
Lady was a virgin, or had been, she wasn't clear of whether or not what they did, counted, but she was not wholly ignorant. She knew it could just be a delusion, the effect of hormones, the primal urge to be sated, power and purity were not the same thing, her all-too-human mind could have just been lying to her. But what if...
She had to know, she couldn't let the first time her pain had completely vanished pass her by as a mere sexual delusion, she had to find out. The last time she had dared to hope, well, her father had made a fool of her, a fool of them all. Maybe she was just a little girl, making the same mistakes and falling over again and again, crying, until a stronger person, like Dante, picked her up. But she didn't care, her mother had always told her, we fall down so we know how to get back up again, when she fell. She had to be true to herself, she had to risk falling to fly, she had to know. When she had given Dante Kalina Ann, she had felt hope, when she had herself ended Arkham's life, she had felt retribution, good emotions, but only when the blue-clad devil had taken her, taken her away from herself, had she been free to feel joy. She had to know...
So here she stood, a week on, trying to decide what to wear. She and Vergil had, arranged to meet, she didn't know what else to call it, was this a date disguised as an interrogation, or an interrogation disguised as a date? And although she had wanted him to, would have fought for it, she didn't know why he''d agreed. It was so frivolous to him, she was so beneath him, or so he seemed determined to have her believe. Oh he never said it, no, but he exuded it, like moonlight, there was no such thing, it was merely light reflected from the sun. And what he did, was merely reactions to her, but you could as well try to tell a predator who hunted by moonlight that light didn't exist, as claim he didn't do it.
She didn''t know what to wear. She had more than these two choices of course, but this was not a matter of moderation, this was one of extremes. So she had picked her mother's gift, still unused, and a casual outfit, and she would choose. What was she going as, why was she going? Did she want to impress him, to wow him, to make him love her, or did she only want the truth, whatever that was? Choices, choices, she had no one to turn to, only herself, Vergil wouldn''t help her, he was as good as the enemy against which this choice was planned, and Dante... She couldn't even tell him what they'd done, in his own office.
It was her own choice, hers and hers alone, and a big one, which she was debating strongly. But in the end, boldly, she chose.
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Why am I doing this?
The answer was... He didn't know. He didn't know what the answer was and so in turn, the reason why was that he didn't know.
Vergil was walking in daylight, something he rarely did these days. His business was with demons and their extermination, not with people, save for his brother, and occasionally shadier humans aware of the darkness around him. Such business was done on the edges though, dusk and dawn, the furthest reaches of the light, then his human business partners would retreat with the sun, leaving the night and its denizens to him. Vergil preferred it that way, it gave his task, sanctity, the cleansing of demons was no place for ordinary humans.
However for all his impeccable memory, the elder son of Sparda could not recall the last time he truly walked in daylight. It was sunny, the kind of clear, blazing day where the sunlight reflected from windows and cars into the eyes, as if determined to irritate. People were out, and so was Vergil, as he walked through them, all around him, people dressed brightly, young humans engaging in social activities, couples with infants who tried to eat their ice cream before the sun swallowed it up out of their hands. Everywhere were sunglasses and cold drinks and "sunbrellas", as he'd heard them called once, intended to provide cover from sun not rain. The air was full of jubilance, people laughing and spending freely and appreciating things more, as if all it took was the fickle whim of good weather to fill them with purpose.
"Such folly" Vergil muttered to himself, walking through the waking delusion. Children playing, people laughing, everyone having fun, what a despicable lie it all was. For now they cool fool themselves, while the world shone, but in short time the night would claim this city again. Then, without the light to blind themselves, they could not pretend everything was well, then they would be forced to remember the pain and woe and misery of their lives, of how they hurt and cheated one another while unnatural things crept from the dark to pray on them all.
Vergil disliked humans, and thus avoided them, they were foolish and weak, stumbling through life in a web of their own deceptions while performing petty acts of cowardly betrayal on one another, the few who rose above the seething throng only doing so to serve some base instinct of lust or power. He understood that to the people around them, today was some kind of "Holiday", a notion he struggled to grasp, but apparently these humans expected the world to simply stop and wait for them, solely because they said so, all trials and burdens to be put off until tomorrow. What arrogant insanity, to presume to order time around, not even the greatest lords of the Underworld were so ludicrously ambitious, let alone deluded.
He remembered once Lady had joked that he needed a holiday, an asinine notion from the human woman, that he should have to lower to their compensations. He had asked Dante what one was later though, out of the desire to possess knowledge, and his brother had explained an example of spending a week lying around on a beach and from what Vergil could tell, doing as little as possible. What an absurdity! Wasting seven entire days intentionally? Vergil was aware humans needed rest but hibernation was not part of their natural cycle, and in the end he could see no difference between such activity and the way lower demons dedicated to sloth acted. He didn't tell Dante of his conclusion though, he was not interested in hearing his brothers excuses defending humanity.
So once again he comes to the question, why was he here, among all this inferiority?
The answer, was the reason, he didn't know, and he had to. A week ago something had transpired between himself and Lady, something neither had spoken of since. When he decided to do what he did, it was an act of dominance, of proving to her that while for a human she was marginally impressive, she was beneath him. So he had shown her, demonstrated how he had the power to make her beg him, worship him, shown who was stronger not only of body but of will. But something had happened, he himself had gotten aroused, almost painfully so. Others might have discarded this as natural, as stray thoughts, but Vergil did not tolerate stray thoughts, his mind like his body was a finely honed machine from which he demanded absolute obedience. So why had he found himself, with her there, climaxing to his touch, both physically and emotionally ignited and, lusting for her? Lust was weakness, lust was for the low, foul demons he held in as much contempt as humans, if not more, for low, crawling beasts that were enslaved by the desire. But it had happened, something about her... She was no ordinary human, he knew as much from the beginning, but, had he underestimated her?
This was why now, walking down the street, forcing others to move from his path as he would not deviate for such simple creatures, he turned sharply and entered a cafe. He was dressed as he normally did, fine blue jacket, black underneath, boots, he had no concern for the opinions of those around him of his appearance, or the looks he attracted. He had after some thought left Yamato behind, for he knew the humans did not tolerate weapons in public, and while their petty laws meant nothing to him, he could not achieve his goal if he was forced to slaughter the local police force for trying to arrest him. Besides, his phantom blades and martial arts skills would be enough to eliminate any threats likely to make themselves present.
Vergil strolled in like he owned the place, drawing a lot of looks, and ignoring them, walked to an unoccupied table and sat down. After a minute an employee asked what he would like, and vaguely aware of customs involving purchasing consumables while occupying such a building, Vergil replied "Water". The person serving him was about to point out that their policy was buying some food and not just drinks, but when he delayed Vergil gave him a look that communicated to him almost psychically you are infinitesimal to me. Shrinking away from Vergil's icy glare, the young man stuttered out a "Y-yes sir, r-right away!", and nearly ran to get his water.
When his order arrived, Vergil took the water, sipped it, found it satisfactory, and sat and waited. He could not allow any doubt to cloud him, no uncertainty could weaken his body or mind. So when Lady had contacted him demanding to speak to him about their last encounter, he had agreed. Much to the half-devil's annoyance he had been unable to find answers alone, and resolved that he did not possess enough information. As the only other person involved, Lady would know what he needed to, whether she realised it or not. So they had arranged to meet here, Vergil deciding to humour the pointless choice of time and location. He had to find out what had happened, why he had come so close to giving in and penetrating her right there in his brother's office. Vergil never lost control, not in battle, or out of it, so he had come, dressed as always of course because this was only a matter of information exchange, just part of his business. He had come to meet her and find the answers he sought.
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The first thought when she saw him sat there, dressed as he always was (though thankfully without his sword) and with only a half-empty glass of water, was he probably thinks this is just another issue of business doesn't he?
Lady entered the cafe and of course he looked at her immediately. It was the first time she had seen him since, then, and his gaze was so penetrating anyway she was compelled to flinch, but she didn't. Walking over to the table she sat down opposite him, "You came" she stated matter of factly. "As I said I would" he replied simply, taking a moment to evaluate her. She was wearing a casual white shirt, short-sleeved, and red shorts, due to the hot weather, and Vergil wondered briefly whether the similarity to her battle attire was intentional. "Hmm" he said after a second, picking up his water and finishing it, before setting it down and looking at her with silent expectation.
Lady realised all too late that perhaps a public place wasn't the best choice to discuss what they were going to. Thankfully the cafe was emptying slowly, it was after 5pm and most people were finishing their meals as dinner time passed. In truth she had picked here because especially after what happened last time, she didn''t feel safe around him alone. She was confident in an odd way that he would never stoop to actual rape, but seduction was clearly within his reach and she didn't fully know if she could trust herself to resist.
"Well..." she started unsurely, frustrated at how quickly he put her off-balance, and pressed on, "You know why I asked you here". Vergil gave her a slightly bemused look, and after a moment simply replied "To discuss what we did last week, of course I know", his voice in no way moderated. Clearly he didn't care what the people around them heard and Lady felt her cheeks starting to flush, and forced them to stop. "Could you please speak more quietly?" she hissed, Vergil looking at her in exasperation at her endless string of absurd requests, but he shook his head and sighed ""Very well", doing so in a quieter tone.
Lady was about to say thank you, but snatched the words off of her tongue, he didn't deserve it. "Alright, now" she started, and paused to try and phrase her next point correctly. "I asked to meet you because I need to know why what happened, happened" she stated, Vergil waiting, and upon getting no more responded "Yes, you implied that when you contacted me", he couldn't understand why she was wasting time repeating herself.
Oh God, Lady thought, struggling to maintain her calm, he was infuriating! ""Yes, well" she forced out levelly, "Would you care to explain why, or are you only capable of unhelpful responses?". Vergil stared at her and she stared back, neither willing to blink, Lady starting to worry he''d just sit there all day until she backed down. Thankfully a fly buzzed by her head and using it as an excuse, she broke eye contact and swatted at it, missing but making it go away for the moment.
Satisfied with his silent victory, Vergil responded, maintaining his low volume as he had agreed to, "I would assume you were fairly aware what happened, you consented to it after all. I made you an offer and a challenge, you accepted, and lost"". The half-devil stopped speaking, feeling even what he said was merely pampering to her obsession with repetition of the obvious.
Lady was starting to wish she'd brought a gun, she knew she couldn't kill him even fully armed, but maybe if she shot him in that smart mouth of his a few times it would loosen his tongue. Assuming he didn't just catch the bullets with his teeth and spit them out, like Dante did. "What I mean is why did you do it? Why did you, perform that act with me? Why..." Lady''s voice trailed off as the fly returned, her swatting at it again.
She intended to continue but Vergil cut in, tired of her asking the same thing in different ways, "You questioned my choices and actions, so I challenged you to learn to understand them. You accepted, and I hoped you might learn something from it, so that rather than disputing with me at every point you could accept that my reasons exist, they are merely beyond your grasp".
Once again, Vergil fell silent, having explained matters with simple truth, avoiding her tiring repetition and hesitance. It was every word true, he would not simply sit idly while she dared question him. So he had shown her a glimpse of his world, of the power he wielded, hoping she would finally accept his superiority and know her place when she realised that what she held so certain could be so easily swept away.
Lady was flustered, and angry, he was so condescending and aloof, his sheer arrogance incensed her. She swatted at the damn fly that wouldn't leave her alone, and was about to say something when she noticed his eyes narrow. One of his hands moved slightly, and out of the corner of her vision she saw a shimmer in the air, and felt a minute gust of air against her cheek a split-second later. She looked to the side just in time to see two perfectly divided halves of the fly land on the table, severed through the midsection with absolute precision.
Lady gawped, she didn't know whether to be sickened, horrified or enraged. The fly had been inches from her head!
"What the Hell are you doing!" she hissed at him with deadly venom after a moment, Vergil arching an immaculate eyebrow at her angered tone. "Eliminating a pest" he replied curtly, surely the dead insect besides her was evidence enough even to her. "You're, disgusting" she spat out, Vergil tilting his head in slight confusion. "You slay the lowest and rankest demons, coming within arm's reach of them, and that disgusts you?" he asked in genuine surprise, indicating the two halves of the fly with a hand. Lady scowled and covered the thing with a napkin, not wanting to see it, and hissed "It was right by my head", emphasising certain words, if he had been off by a slight margin...
Vergil gave her a stern glare, slightly insulted by what she was implying. "I have absolute control of my powers, I would not decapitate you unless I wished to"" whether or not this was a statement or a veiled threat, she couldn't tell. "And you're certain enough of that to risk killing me?" she shot back, realising after she said it that he probably didn''t actually care for her life much. Vergil scowled, offended, how dare she question his competence. "My senses are infallible in such things, for example I can sense your heart rate has increased significantly" he retorted, wanting to quell her disrespect with a show of proof.
Lady shivered, he could tell, how could he tell? Could he hear it, or see it some how? And why did the thought of him seeing right through her seem, exciting? Lady recoiled inside, she had to leave, this was too much, she wanted to know but it wasn''t worth all this. "I'm leaving" she said, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice as she stood and turned to leave. Vergil gave a look of surprise as she walked away from him, and suddenly rose to follow her. There was no way she was just walking off when she felt like it, he still had his own answers to extract from her, that was the arrangement, whether she liked it or not.
"Stop" he called after her, Lady looking back with mild disgust to see him following her. Shivering as it was getting late and somewhat cold, she rubbed her arms and set off at a determined pace. Vergil followed her, and she sped up, him doing likewise. "Stop following me Vergil!" she yelled back in irritation, the half-devil scowling at her arrogance, to think she could summon him and stroll out when she pleased. "We're not finished"" he replied sternly, accelerating to a fast walk and starting to catch her. "Well I am!" she yelled and suddenly bolted down a back-ally, hoping to lose him as she dashed through turns and narrow paths, trying to throw him off.
After a few minutes of blind running she was tiring, she was in great shape but she was running as fast as she could non-stop and it drained her, plus she was losing her own sense of location and orientation.
Stopping by a wall in some abandoned ally, she leaned against the wall to catch her breath, muttering "Bastard" between gasps of air. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her shoulder and she was spun around and pinned back against the wall.
"I heard that" Vergil's icy voice and eyes scorched into her, the half-devil holding her back against the wall. She squirmed and tried to throw him off of her, but he was so impossibly strong, just like, before...
Lady was still gasping slightly from her attempted escape, but apart from a look of controlled rage on his face, Vergil appeared completely fine, his breathing was controlled and there wasn't a speck of dirt on him. Oh how she hated his arrogant aloofness, it riled her how he presumed to be better than everyone else.
"Let go of me" it was a demand, even though she was in no position to make it, but he disregarded it instantly. "We are not finished, you are not the only one in search of answers" he replied, holding her against the wall with one hand. That comment caught her slightly off-guard, and she laughed slightly, trying to give him a taste of his own condescending medicine, "And what could the high and mighty Vergil want to know, hmm?".
For once she got through to him, and his other hand slammed into her other shoulder, shocking her as he held her more forcefully against the wall. "Don't push me" he warned, sounding lethally serious, and she felt helpless, she was loath to admit it but the truth was he could do anything to her he wanted, she wouldn't be able to stop him. The way he was standing, she had a clean shot at his groin, but she doubted that would even hurt him much, and he could deflect bullets with his sword, so he could probably intercept her leg easily. Vergil leaned in closer, his eyes boring into hers as he brought them mere inches apart, so close...
"You're excited" the statement was so bold, so sudden, so without precedent or warning she took a moment to process it. She was about to spit in his face in sheer disgust, when with sudden chilling horror, she realised he was right. It wasn't much, but she could feel an all-too-recognisable slight slickness between her legs. What was wrong with her! Why did being trapped against the wall by him, overpowered by this, devil, arouse her? Lady never had any real submissive fantasies, so why was he turning her on like this?
"Now be still, and listen" he commanded her, as if she had much of a choice, she thought, but doubt as well as other things were clouding her mind, so biting her tongue, she gave a small, reluctant nod of agreement.
"There is something about you Lady, what I did began as a way to prove my superiority over you, but it became more" His icy blue eyes, were frozen to hers, and she couldn't look away. "I wanted you Lady, for a mere human this could be disregarded as mere instinct, but that does not satisfy me. I must understand what fuelled that desire, I cannot allow my emotions to run amok, they have to remain under my control, or they make me weak" as he looked into her eyes, he could see her emotions, swirling in confusion, and he wandered what could possibly draw him to such chaos?
But he would not back down, if he was willing to walk into the maw of Hell for his father's power, he would plunge into any act to eliminate weakness in himself, and elimination required understanding, control. He needed control. "I have to know Lady, you are not leaving until I ascertain what it is about you that compels me, understand?" she couldn't tell anymore, was that demand in his voice, or did concealed desperation infuse his words? Her heart was pounding at, what was happening, how close he was, how, helpless she was... Could he really be as scared as her?
"I must understand, uncertainty is out of the question, I will stop at nothing..." they were so close, so very, very close, and he repeated himself, such was his urgency. "Nothing... Nothing" nothing... would stop him, and they were so close, their breath was mingling, they could see their own eyes in each other's, so close they... Couldn't tell who started the kiss first.
Their lips met, and the floodgates opened up. Her feelings were like water, caught up in this typhoon, this devil's twister, it was only a kiss and yet, it was so much more, it meant so much more, just as surely as seeing someone point a gun at your head, this shocked her with what it promised. And he, was like ice, bit inside, deep inside some part must have remained unfrozen, something still trickled, and he had to let himself thaw in her light, her heat to reach it. He felt his emotions rising, and losing control was the only thing that scared him, but his diminishing reason told him he had to do this, he had to let his feelings flow, only they could tell him what he needed to know.
Lady was pinned to the wall, and he was kissing her so well, she could barely think but what was in her head marvelled at his talent, somehow he filled a simple gesture with such power. Power, he radiated it silently, and she should hate his thirst for it, like her father, but the more she tried to pin him down as the selfish devil, the deeper she drove the accusation, the more it seemed like there was something else buried in him. She didn't know what it was, the first time he did this to her she had been overwhelmed, and when she'd recovered she swore, she wouldn't be again. But now, oh there were so many temptations, his power, his attraction, his skill, how he for whatever reason, wanted her, the lusts were blinding her senses. But she knew there was something else this time, this time she was trying to focus, to feel it out, it was like butterflies in her stomach, some long-dead joy trying to take flight in her. That was why she kissed back.
Lady wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, and kissed back hungrily, surprising him. It flashes through her mind that she had given in to the temptation, and oddly enough that thought made him want her less, but he realised quickly she wasn't giving in, no, she was fighting back. Vergil didn't know why, but knowing that, excited him greatly.
Her arms were inside his blue coat, hugging at his body, clawing at it, scratching against the definition of his strong muscles, his back, sides, chest, stomach, all of him, he was flawless. Vergil let go of her for a moment, and with a deft shrug, his coat fell from him, and he kicked it away onto a fairly clean bin with that inhuman skill. His hands ran up her body, as if searching, large, masculine hands skimming her stomach and... "Oh!" she gasped as he seized her breasts, cupping from beneath, trapping them and massaging them with absolute perfection, and intent. It was Lady's turn to take her hands off of him as she struggled to remove her top, him lending a helping hand.
Moments later, and they were both naked from the waist up, and he had her pinned to the wall again, the rough wall on her bare back, but she loved it, loved his rough yet pleasurable touch, it made her feel so desired. Vergil's hands flowed up her body, kneaded her breasts, tweaked the nipples expertly, and he bit and sucked on her neck, setting her senses so high, so much adrenaline, but he didn't hurt her. He scared the life out of her, and put her on the knife edge, but he didn't let her be cut, just kept her balanced on the sharpest pleasure. By the devil, he thought, she was so soft, so gentle, so elegant, but, her spirit, soared like the sun, for even as he was doing to her things that most females would pass out from, collapse in sensory overload, she was still fighting back. He felt her hips, her behind, so smooth yet defined, her arms, slender yet with human, but admirable strength, she was like a diamond, she was elegant, she was Lady.
She was, feeling his body, his torso, so strong, she would have thought it carved of stone were it not warm, and rising and falling with breathing, such breathing she didn't think he had the emotion to breath, she could feel his heart hammering in his chest, feel his rushed breath washing over her skin as he tasted her neck, her shoulder, her breast. She had never seen this in him, this passion she thought didn't exist in him, but where she thought only coldness resided, coldness that wanted to be in the cold where it belonged... A soul burned, so fiercely it would walk into the coldest depths without hesitation. Her hands ran along his arms, and she felt the muscles moving beneath his flesh, as his hands explored her, searched her, as she did him. They were both looking for something, in one another, something they could only find together.
She was so soft, he thought, how could anything of worth grow in something so soft? But oh, he was so strong, so powerful, she wanted to know what lay behind that power, what was this fiery passion he showed now that was burning her up? She was so soft, and he, they could both tell... Was so hard.
Her hands went lower, and she dared to touch it, dared to grasp it in her hand, feeling its trapped form, yearning for release from its confined, to feel its shape and solidness. He thought she shouldn't dare, but the fact that she did only excited him more, he was doing everything he could to make her give in to his ability to please her, and while she felt it all in full, and he was making her sing with ecstasy, such was his manipulation of her gasps, moans and cries, she never gave in. And the longer she continued to show that spirit, the more he wanted her.
Now she was, undoing his trousers, how dare she? She was so daring, so bold and, unbreakable, not like other humans, she had so much weakness, but she didn't let it control her. She would be holding it, any second now, and he wouldn't let her take that much control, so in an instant what remained of her clothes were around her knees, falling to her ankles, and he was rubbing her, one finger and thumb squeezing that most sensitive of spots expertly. Lady's vision blurred, but though her fingers fumbled, she didn't stop, and he kept rubbing her, but she, yanked his clothes down... And was holding him.
Oh my God, Lady thought, as she felt that organ in her hand, warm and hard and... Large, he felt so huge. She had never seen a male up close before, and she'd only gathered a little from friends on what they were like. She thought the average length was 6 inches, or something, and maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, she couldn't see straight, let alone estimate a measurement. But he felt bigger than that, not impossibly huge, just large, strong, like the rest of him, powerful. Now he was pushing it forwards, towards her, and while she had no hymen, she'd lost it doing exercises as a young girl, still, she'd never had anything like him inside her before. But as he lifted her legs up, pinning her to the wall with his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him in, and did the same with her legs around his waist. No normal human would have been about to resist that strength, but of course he could, and did, holding himself steadily right at her entrance, then he looked at her.
They hadn't said a word the entire time, too busy fighting one another, his will to control, hers to defy clashing with the most arousing contacts, sending sparks through their minds. But he spoke now, and even though, she dared reach down and stroke his length, and he retaliated by rubbing her clitoris with a finger, them both gasping and breathing heavily, his voice was somehow unwavering. "Can you count to five?" he challenged, and if she had had the breath she would have laughed at him. "Why do, you love numbers so, hmm? Is it set values, regulation, control?" her voice, though it challenged him, she didn't have his experience at controlling it, and small gasps from his fingers made her stumble a little. He stared her in the eyes unwaveringly, even as she pumped him rapidly, challenging him to stay composed, to not just take her right then, and countered "Why do you always accept if you know you will lose? Is it delusion, false hope, petty defiance?".
Lady could feel her juices dripping down her sex to the ground below, she was so aroused, and even if she tried to yank his dick off, he she wouldn't budge him physically. So she looked him right back in the eyes, said "I call it, never giving up", and with that, pulled herself forwards onto him, impaling herself.
Vergil gasped, he actually couldn't stop himself, her sheer defiant boldness and the physical stimulation combined cracked his control. He was inside her, and she was so hot, so slick, so tight, she was everything his instincts craved and clawed at his senses for. Lady was gasping, her head limp over his shoulder, she knew it was risky to just, run herself through on him, especially for a virgin like her, no hymen or not. But he'd done it, and he was all the way inside her, and the feeling, defied words, indeed she couldn't speak.
"Giving up already?" he said, after several long seconds of secretly recovering himself, challenging her to that counting game she had so boldly accepted. Lady head was still swimming, but somehow she turned her head to face his ear and growled "One", all the acknowledgement he needed, as she clung to him weakly, but defiantly.
Vergil pulled out, out, leaving a needy space inside her, her body closed up behind it, but longed to be full again, and so he filled her again. "Ugh!" Lady's cry rang out so loudly Vergil worried someone might find them, not that he couldn't deal with anyone who did, but he did not want to be interrupted. His feelings were a raging torrent now, and he thought that if it went much further he couldn't stop himself even if he tried, but he had to do this, and drawing out, only had the slightest hesitation. Then Lady said "Two", with a little more force in her voice than before, clinging on tighter around his body, his own hands supporting her hips.
Vergil's maleness thrust back into her, he would not hurt her, but he was going to come as close to tearing her apart as he could without doing so to find that which he sought. He could feel it rising within him, this unknown sensation, as if riding the crest of the waves of pleasure washing over his mind, and he had to go on, had to accept it into himself to understand it. So the half-devil allowed himself to let go, allowed himself to fuck this female, with everything he had short of endangering her.
Lady could feel him thrusting in and out of her, and it enflamed her senses, his cock... His thick, long, hard cock was inside her, again and again, undeniably, the pleasure was absolutely undeniable, it was a physical thing, and she could no more block it out than walk through walls or breath underwater. The image could be formed in her mind, but against the reality of her situation, it utterly failed to offer any protection, as he hammered her into the wall again and again, his maleness rubbing against her insides, creating a blinding, burning friction, and it felt like those walls were the walls of her mind, because this ice-cold devil, was making her senses burn up. It was the best kind of immolation, a blissful inferno consuming her, but even so, even though she loved it on so many levels, she wasn't lying down and taking it, as her fierce spirit endured the heat, and she growled "Three".
Vergil was amazed, he had never thought, a human could ever penetrate his soul so deep, as to bring out such raw emotions, he thought them unable to compromise the barriers he built inside himself. His brother, Dante could do it, but Vergil had thought of him as the only one. And yet, while no human could match him in battle, what she was drawing out of him, as he heard her voice against all odds, call that third number, and felt her start to thrust back, he was in awe of her spirit, her inner strength. Vergil said nothing, he had nothing to say, but as he thrust, and she thrust back, he found her desiring her more and more, and it wasn't just pleasure. Oh, the sexual energy was good it was, breathtaking, he didn't think anything could fill him with fire like this, except the most intense of battles. But even more than that, he was growing to admire her, to want to not let go of her, even after all this was over. Behind his eyes usually so icy, that coldness evaporated into a misty, glazed over look, and behind his face usually so impassive, now gasping with emotion, was a chilled soul, reaching into the light, and trying not to melt before it grasped what it needed.
"F, f-fuck! F-four!" she was so close, thanks to him, she'd felt true orgasm, she knew that building pressure and intensity, but this was so much more. That time in the Devil May Cry office, he had been worked towards climax, but now, she was flying towards it, it was so much fuller, so much deeper, so much more powerful than the sensations which overcame her last time. And she was riding them, riding him, now making voluntary movements with muscles inside her, squeezing and milking him. She was so close, and Vergil was too, he knew it now, what thought he could achieve knew he was going to orgasm inside her, perhaps even before her.
Every time he stabbed into her, she was injected with burning sensation, like having a pillar of flame run right through her mind, it flooded out to every nerve ending in her body, intensity splashing out over her whole being, dissipating from that central point of stimulation only to be renewed as he entered her again, like a fountain of sheer, endless bliss, and she was overflowing.
Every time he stabbed into her... "U-uh..." he gasped, he simply couldn't keep the sound from escaping himself, she was squeezing him, milking him, making pleasure resonate through his maleness, and like a megaphone that was concentrated and echoed back through his entire body, all the way to his fingertips gripping her strong, shapely legs.
She heard it, through all the clamour in her mind she faintly heard him gasp, and gasping herself, replied "Fffiyafph, if, five". She had said it, if she told him to stop now, he wouldn't, he couldn't, and what would that make him? That would make her, his better, as good as his master. She was unbelievable! She was, she was...
She was lifting her head, somehow, scant moments from orgasm, she managed to take her head off his shoulder, and lean it against the brick wall behind her. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing as heavily as him, each breath, each thrust, each gasp a struggle, as they were moments from the precipice, at the steepest, sharpest heights of pleasure, about to go over... The edge. He could see her lips, forming, and in that moment, Vergil knew, she could best him, she could win.
But her mouth set hard, and instead, she opened her eyes, and looked into his, challenging him to look back. He had to, he couldn't back down from such a challenge, and their eyes remained locked as his cock thrust into her and she thrust back, his maleness penetrating, her muscles working. Again, and there eyes stayed locked, and again... And they went over the edge.
Neither would ever know who blinked first, as their vision blurred then, nearly blacked out. All Lady knew was, he broke through something in her, not physically, but, he penetrated a barrier deep within her senses, and raw pleasure flowed out, and her vision, her mind, all of her, was swept away like a picture painted on the surface water. And all Vergil knew, was that he ignited, he felt like a balloon full of air, that caught fire, for a time he could not measure, everything inside him was replaced by blinding, incandescent heat and light, as he poured his seed deep inside her. How long they came together, there was no way of telling, they had gone beyond themselves, such was his inhuman power, and such was her unconquerable spirit, that between them they had forged something neither could contain, they could only be carried away by it.
When finally their climaxes had run their course, Vergil, like a balloon which had caught fire inside, all air burnt up, felt utterly empty and spent. It took every ounce of will he possessed to not just drop her and fall to the ground, he had never physically exerted himself like this before, never put so much of himself into anything, besides his final battle with Dante. Lady's legs fell limp from his body, and precariously he lowered her and together, they sunk to the ground, her against the one wall, as he stumbled back and sat across from her against the other, a couple of metres apart at most. Neither of them could process what had happened, how she had somehow matched him, how intense their experience had been, or, what it meant that they had shared it. It was far, far too much for them to make sense of now, and gasping, Lady "Catch out breath?". Vergil looked at her, and though he would probably recover first, he nodded in silent consent. In truth he had no desire to leave her, he could feel something inside him, he didn't know what it was, but it compelled him to stay with her, and it didn't feel like a temptation, like a weakness, just the thought seemed to give him strength to speak as he replied "As you wish". It felt like drive, and he stayed with her, and she with him, because her emotions were all a confused aftermath right now, but when they settled, well...
They had a lot to talk about, a lot to understand, and they could only do so, together.
