#devilmartyr

Scoffs, “Don’t act like that, Kat. I saved you from your foster Father and the other nightmarish beings in your past life. I was merely making a joke, it doesn’t hurt to laugh.” Vergil had a dry humor streak about him, it’s what he’s best at. Albeit, sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s being an asshole or cracking a joke… Disappointing, the man can’t even apologize or elaborate about what he meant. Typical. “Maybe your best friend, Dante, could help you feel better. I’m going to stay here, I found an interesting article on this cities history. Goodnight.”

     Did   ...   did  he  really  just  say  that   ?   She  should  feel  angry   ---   what  an  asshole  move  to  hang  that  over  her  head   !   But   ...   she  feels  guilt   ,   frustratingly  enough   .   It  is  ungrateful  to  claim  her  life  sucks  when  it’s  so  much  better  than  it  once  was   ...   isn’t  it   ?   

     that  stings  a  little  more  than  she’d  like  to  admit   .   she’s  no  stranger  to  the  disappointment  brought  about  by  a  family  who  doesn’t  put  forth  enough  care  and  effort   .   hell   ,   the  only  family  she’d  really  had  up  until  her  gang  was  b.o.b   .   a  damn  robot  was  there  for  her  more  than  her  parents   .

“Yes, Kat… You’ve been abused by the demon’s all this time. How could you not have known? Foolishness, Kat. Foolishness.”

It’s strange, already getting such a lust from just a simple touch. Vergil doesn’t come into contact with many of her kind, much less as appealing. The most well know to his realm is that which helped in production of the world’s most popular soft drink… Though, it’s been quite a long time since her slain. That succubus? Butt ugly of the lowest tier.

The King shall let his walls down, for once. It’s been sometime since he’d had a proper lay, and if Morrigan’s words were kept… perhaps this could become something of the norm in his life. When boredom hits anyway.

He lays back, feeling the touches along his chest as an exhilarated breathe of air is taken. Silver is met with forestry green… such a beautiful feature among all else. Gloves fingers ran through strands of pastel hair, feeling for the bats she manipulates… everything about this woman is in awe to Vergil. He smiles, a genuine smile which felt like he’d not done in centuries.

“You’re going to top, then hm? Impress me.~”

     Evoking  lust  from  one  as  serious  as  he  is  rewarding   ,   arousing  in  its  own  way   .   He  is  not  one  for  the  vulnerabilities  love  allows   ---   though  his  walls  will  lower  when  bedding  her   ,   it  is  nothing  more   .   She  doesn’t  mind   .   Romantic  feelings  are  not  her  style   .

     Leaning  head  into  his  palms   ,   Morrigan  digs  nails  into  the  fabric  of  his  top   ,   squeezing   ,   then  releasing  before  she  brings  herself  to  straddle  his  abdomen   .   

     “   You’ll  see  what  I  mean  soon  enough   ,   sweetling   .   I  promise   ...   you’ll  know  no  finer  pleasure   .   “