Vergil remembers

DISCLAIMER: DEVIL MAY CRY IS OWNED BY CAPCOM.

Pairing: Vergil/Lady. M/F
Category: Devil May Cry
Rating: NC-17
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Vergil paced around, feeling agitated, excited, refreshed, and highly charged. He had just killed a demon the size of a football field and sucking its energy right down to its white tiny soul brought him a kind of licentious fantasy.

His pacing didn’t help matters either. He wanted something to ease the pulsing hard-on that couldn’t go down even if he beat the shit out of it. Hand jobs with Susy palm and her five sisters won’t do a damn thing right now. What he wanted right now was to feel a tight, hot pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock.

He doesn’t exactly know where or why he started feeling a little more than randy really. Not one to be distracted by little matters such as sex and doesn’t know where the feeling comes from but he does know one thing is for certain: The human girl who fought like a wild cat against a horde of demons made him feel somewhat curious. And horny. Fuck, he thought, where the fuck does he get off wanting to stick his cock inside a little virgin-bride when she stares at him with two-colored eyes?

Never one to be excited about any girl, much less a human, he couldn’t ignore the desire that was ripping through him. It was electrical and magnetic, stimulating his demons blood to a perfect rippling-sensational hunger.

She came at him with a huge gun with a sharp edged razor at the end tip of its point. He avoided her attacks with easy avoidance. Side stepping the bullets that sped past his ears: wheezing by like an old man needing a respirator. They didn’t have much to talk really. He wasn’t the conversational type like his mouthy twin brother, but she demanded questions to be answered.

“What did you do to him?!”

”Who?” he sardonically replied, giving her an attack of his own that sent her flipping back a few feet in the air, gracefully landing on her feet.
Vergil gave her one of his: Foolish girl, what the hell are you talking about?: quick conversational pieces.

He liked how she moved: lithe and agile, small and fragile, yet surprisingly strong and feminine. That’s another thing that he liked about her. Despite the fact that she looked like she could topple a few tom-boys, she had rounded perfect breasts that looked like they wanted to be squeezed and sucked.

This didn’t help his perverted mind any more. That human girl moved quicker than his sword could take a swipe at a mere fly. He had often wondered what it would be like to shove his cock into her repeatedly, but most of all, to hear her cries of passion and begging next to his ear. The thrust of her hips against his.

Since it took him so long to finally get her to open her legs for him, he had to take it easy on her the first few times. Knowing how small and tight she was, her tightness nearly sapped his control. Instead, he was forced to drive into her with agonizingly slow thrusts, controlling his own selfish desires to pump his hard devils cock inside the hot walls of her womanhood. It drove him maddeningly insane.

He never knows what will set the smoldering embers within him ablaze – whether it’s a stray thought or random image: When she pulls out her double barreled pistols and takes a shot at him. Or when she’s pissed as hell and wants to stomp a little more on his overbearing ego. The images of Lady’s blouse coming open, revealing her lacy black bra and pink nipples. Reminding him again of how they tasted and felt in his hot mouth, sucking and emitting lusty cries from her pale pink lips.

He never knows when it will happen, and he doesn’t truly understand it. All he does know is that Lady will be coming by to take a shot at him. Tell him that he’s a devil and had taken her virginity. Wicked little bitch, he thought maliciously. She cries sanctimonious indignation and at the same time fucks him back with her pussy. She’ll get to love his demons cock sooner or later, begging for it constantly. The nasty thoughts made him rub at the hardness pushing up against his leather pants.

After she’s done cleaning out her new weapons and inspecting her knives, he’ll give her a surprise before she jams another bullet down those weapons she cherishes. What he knows right now is he wants her *now* – this instant, her body naked and her legs wrapped around his waist. Lady’s softness will meld against the steps of temin-nu-gru, while his own will cover hers. He’ll meld his hardness inside her; hard and fast. Pinning her strong, small body against the steps, hearing her cries over and over again.

Vergil paces the floors of temin-nu-gru like a caged tiger, half-naked and horny as hell. His leather pants were too tight, constricting the length and breadth of his need. He had taken off his jacket ages ago; the wet rain poured on his bare skin did nothing to soothe his hard-on; revealing it to the open elements. He was now standing naked on the tops of this decrepit building. Waiting for her to come with her guns and her little body and breasts. She’ll come, alright, he chuckled. Lady’s out for his blood and his soul and oh how she’ll get more than a devil in the bargain.

Never piss off a little human girl with the fiery attitude of revenge and honor. If there’s one thing he knows, is honor and they had that in common. Everything either tingles or throbs or burns and he’s drowning in the sensations of primordial desire.

Love? What is love? It’s not love what he feels right now. It’s pure unadulterated lust, which courses through his devils veins like a hot sword. Their age old passion is a seductive whisper full of sinister, lascivious pledges, filling his mind with wicked images of everything he wants to do to Lady and everything that he *will* do.

Sometimes, she pants so hard against his ear and cries out in such abandon that he nearly spills his seed deep within her. He was normally careful not to get her pregnant. She refused to take any part in female contraception and Vergil pulled out in time, all the time.

The thought of slow long strokes of inserting his hard cock inside of her made maddening visions…..and he delighted in making her squeal, telling him in great gasps to do it faster. He never gave in to her requests because he loved to see her grovel in impassioned need.
But not now…Vergil is in no mood for such pleasantries.

He will wait, and wait he will. Vergil will make sure she’s prepared for this as he sees her coming up the winding walkway. Her expression harsh with fury and it’s not so waiting will not dull the edge of his hunger. If anything, the waiting hones it to a razor-sharp point, and she will know what a devils lust is all about.

He will take his lover by surprise, slam the dark-haired girl up against the long steps and fuck her until neither has the strength to stand or move. He will make Lady come and come and come until he’s totally drained and spent. He will drive himself so deep inside of Lady’s body until they share one breath and one heartbeat.

He will batter and bruise her until there’s nothing else for his lover to do except admit defeat. There’s nothing more victorious than hearing her pretty voice pant out how much she can’t take it anymore, how much she wants him to keep fucking her until she spirals into multiple orgasms.

Oh he’ll do more than that, Vergil wickedly smiled, his hand wrapped around the thick base of his shaft. He wants to sink his teeth deep into Lady’s pretty pale skin and taste salt and blood. This was his way to mark her as an animal marks its mate. He wants to see Lady’s cool blue and violet eyes go darker than sapphires and amethysts; wants to stare into those eyes and be lost and never find his way back again…wants to hear Lady beg and plead for everything Vergil will give.

He wants to feel Lady’s legs wrapped so tight around his waist, desperately clinging to him the way a drowning man clutches a raft. He wants to watch Lady’s throat constrict as she struggles to breathe as Vergil takes her brutally and without mercy. He wants to stain that lovely mouth crimson with the power of drugging and demanding kisses, to intertwine his fingers in the thick softness of Lady’s hair, forcing her dangerously close to the devils fire…

He wants to hear Lady curse him and cry out in unintelligible words until the only language that needs to be understood is that of their bodies rising and falling together –

He wants them to be baptized in sweat, semen, the smell of her womanhood, and saliva…

Lady comes up those steps, sees him, her large gun at her side and the pools of her gem-colored eyes sending him daggers. Alighting at the image of him naked, his hand gripping his prized sword, while the other stroked his cock and he’ll know, he’ll know.

“You’re such a horny bastard!” she cried out with disgust.

“Are you going to come and get it?” he sneered.

“Fucking hell yes!” Lady’s chest rose and fell with the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She took in his naked glory; silver hair glazed back, his body wet and hard. Her dark thoughts fled to how he had made her so hot, angry and screaming for more. She'd make him pay for that.

“Tsk, tsk, language, Lady, language.” He winked wickedly.

She rushed at him and he met her half way, their bodies clashed in the pouring rain. She vainly struggles for a minute, giving him fire and steel, teeth and claws, until finally, she is beneath him.

He stares at her wet face; dark lashes melded with the innocence of her pleading and angry eyes.

And with a growl, he dips down to take her open pale pink lips and through the exertion and small struggle, he had expertly taken off her blouse, her clothes just with the swipe of his quick sword-play.
With one last cry in the night, right before he pushes his throbbing cock at the entrance of her soft pussy, they both see hot licking flames of blue-fire.