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Vergil was being honest about not knowing that Nero was her son. He smelled like Sparda, that much she could tell, but lacked the touch that made him hers. In fact, he carried Dante’s own scent more than anything else, claimed as his pack. Protected as if he was his own nestling. Of course she deduced that he was the consequence of a rendezvous her twin wasn’t proud of, not that this loud young-man was the same cub that came out of her womb decades ago.Her devil was soothed to see that her heir managed to survive, as female demons were built to fight, like all of them were, and reproduce. They were responsible for the stabilization of species in hell, keeping the offspring safe until they reached maturity. Abandoning Nero while he was a defenseless newborn was the worst thing Vergil had ever done. She withdrew horribly. She blamed her defeat on this distraction, as it was more demanding to duel Dante when her mind was fixated on the abandoned Nero. Going against all odds, Nero survived without her care, proving how strong was the blood of Sparda. How resilient her blood was. It was impossible to hold back purrs of pride during the start of their battle at Qliphoth. Seeing her own spawn all-grown up, virile and healthy, coming to fight her, put her demon at ease. Mission fulfilled, was what appeared at the moment Nero stabbed her with her own Yamato in a swap of weapons. Her firstborn was a success. She could move on and make more. Be bred again, this time by a vigorous male devil instead of a frail human, and have more cubs. She cast those instinctive thoughts aside. Her demonic pride was louder than this eagerness. She needed to win, to prove herself, to show that she no longer was that weak, decaying human Nero met first. If Dante hadn’t been beaten until he passed out, he would have said that she was showing off. Vergil wouldn’t deny it. Nero’s combat style was new for her. She fought him before as Urizen, and watched him fight as V, yet the child didn’t stop surprising her. Vergil actually felt her heartbeat rise when he triggered by the end of it, trying to keep up with her own Sin Devil Trigger. It was different from the glee and excitement that fighting with Dante made her feel. It woke something, an interest, a want she hadn’t felt in a long time. It got worse after he landed the last blow, mimicking Yamato with his energy, slicing her with consecutive cuts.His eyes glowed in a maniac and proud way. Clicking noises were coming from his throat, followed by deep rumbles. Nero was victorious. Vergil was left catching her breath, one knee making contact against the ground, while she stared at him with rage and acceptance. She could fight more, if she pushed her limits, that is. But deep down she knew that in a not-so-fair fight, Nero defeated her. That her own blood proved that he was developing. She licked her lips, feeling the taste of salt and iron. She got it now, why her emotions were mixing from the start. A potential mate stood in front of her, showing his skills and strength, proving that he wasn’t the weakling both his uncle and mother were assuming. Vergil wanted Nero. She wanted the strongest demon nearby to breed her, making her round with strong and healthy cubs. She began the courting process, not minding if Nero would understand it or not. His demon would do that for him. She sheathed her sword, making a soft chirp. Nero startled, confused at the new sound, tilting his head to the side as he watched his mother release her trigger and become human again. He came closer. Careful steps all the way, afraid it would be another trap. Once he was close enough, Vergil bared her throat, leaving it exposed in a submissive position she hadn’t displayed in a long time. “What are you doing?” His question came out of breath and distorted. His spectral wings puffed as Vergil continued her alluring chant, hoping to make him react soon. Nero knelt in front of her, eyes fixated on the space of her neck. His instincts knew what he should do, but the human part of him was hesitant, confused. Having a moral debate about what he was feeling. It was… cute. Her son was oddly charming and that increased her desire for him. Their nestlings would be so lovely. Vergil added a soft moan in the middle of her whines, removing her black coat to make her intentions clear to his human brain. Nero gasped, flying back as if she had offended him. He looked for Dante’s support, who couldn’t do much at the moment. She tried to have him again. Slowed down her movements, now having both of her knees against the white floor, strong arms exposed to the freezing air. Nero’s growl was weak compared to the previous ones. A facade to hide his flushness. “You should be ashamed of yourself. I’m your fucking son!” It was amusing to see him applying mundane morals with a woman that had hell as her main home. Vergil’s lip curled into a playful smile. “B-Besides, I have a fiancé! I won’t do that to her!” Vergil didn’t intend to become his mate, per se. She belonged to no one rather than herself. The only one she would agree to have a bond with would be Sparda. Not even Dante, being the other half of her soul as he was, was worthy. Here, she craved for sex. For mating. She would have that no matter how low she would go.She grabbed her vest’s zipper, lowering it in a painfully languid way, revealing inch by inch of her skin. Nero averted his eyes, but they came back to where it should be after her breasts were out. Pink, rigid nipples were exposed. Underneath it, strong abs gave a charm to her seemingly delicate appearance. She could hear his heartbeat increasing. All she did was arch her back, pushing her bosom up. Tempting him to come and get it. To nurse on them, or whatever she neglected when she left him at that orphanage’s door. He was more stubborn than she expected. Harder to break. She should have seen that coming. He was raised in a religious environment, making this twice more difficult than it would normally be. Nero became human again, sparkles of blue fading around him until he was reduced to his normal self. Vergil grunted in frustration. She was looking up to bouncing on his demon cock. Guess she would have to do with the human one. Nero was pacing around, shouting at her about her being weird, how much he hated her, that she had no right to abandon him and then demand that. It was obvious he was buying time, trying to see if Dante would wake and resolve this issue. Which he would certainly do, Vergil would admit, but not how Nero was thinking. Her little brother was possessive and greedy. Wasn’t the one to share his belongings, and that included his twin. He would be the one who would fuck her instead, right in front of Nero to assert dominance. As a reminder of some sorts.Dante did that at Temen-ni-gru. Mounted her in front of Arkham’s corpse as revenge for him saying something stupid about turning her into his queen. It was fun. Too bad the torture Mundus submitted her to made her lost any chance of having their nestling growing inside her. Maybe that was why she was so desperate. Maybe her demon wanted to compensate for the one she lost. “Get up.” Nero ordered, pointing at her with his brand new arm. “Get up!” He snarled at her lack of reaction. That just influenced her to whine louder, more insistently, at the young one chained by no one else besides himself. “Nero,” She called in her nasal, calm voice, purposely making it sound similar to V’s tone. Nero blinked, eyes lighting in a vibrant shade of yellow. As she suspected, the boy did have repressed feelings for her human part. He snapped, finally. Launched towards her, slamming her body against the white floor. Vergil grunted, but could barely pay attention to that. Nero’s mouth was on her left breast, making sure to sink his fangs inside the soft tissue, tearing it and drinking her blood. In a mixture of pain and pleasure, Vergil cupped his head, encouraging him to keep going, silently telling him that there was no reason to tie himself to meaningless concepts. She didn’t know if the mess he was making was due to his inexperience or if it was the need for a female demon to satiate his primitive needs, but she wasn’t bothered by it. That filled her with a corrupted feeling, the one that made her want to stain this sweet boy until he was as putrid as her. A small reasoning inside her mind said that Nero didn’t deserve to have her as a mother. She couldn’t agree more. She wasn’t worthy to be that for him. Maybe after this, Nero wouldn’t try to seek her out, to build a relationship none of them were prepared for. Nero freed her damaged tit, using his hand to stimulate the other, pressing his thumb against the nipple. His gaze was wild, wicked and so distressed. Unable to stand the last one, as it awoke emotions Vergil didn’t like to feel, she pulled him by his red shirt and smacked their mouths in a kiss. An enraged kiss, a battle to see who could swallow more of whom. She lost it because his tongue could fucking stretch, diving inside her throat, making her gag and moan at the same time. His response was a grunt, and an unplanned hump against her. Nero was hard. Probably was already growing hard during their fight. Vergil scratched the floor underneath her. He was blessed in size, she realized in a shocking yet delectable way. The hot, big bump made her mouth water and anxiety to increase tenfold. She keened, tangling her arms around Nero’s shoulders. Vergil needed to have him. She was leaking enough. She could handle it. He had to see that she could take him better than that human of his could.Due to her impatient noises, Nero noticed he possessed some sort of control over the situation, as small as it was. Having a bit of his ego recovered, he decided to torture her. He rocked his hips against her clothed entrance, humping in slow, breaking moves just to show that he could be mean to her in ways she didn’t like. There was nothing more infuriating than having her pride offended. Vergil copied his movements then, daring to roll her hips against his bulge. He closed his mouth to prevent a moan. She could almost grin at that. Nero was getting more violent. He held her waist up and rubbed faster. She could feel his entire length now, sliding through her smeared pants. The sound of the layers of clothes rustling was louder than her own heartbeats. What Nero wanted to prove by prolonging this insignificant and tortuous form of pleasure was a mystery, but it wouldn’t be Vergil who would put an end on that.“Fuck!” Nero hissed, struggling to lower his pants. Vergil removed her pants with ease, only having to slide it down her legs. “Lucky bastard.” He said in a dry scoff, succeeding at taking his cock out, pumping it a few times. He took his sweet time to stare at Vergil’s vulva. She could smell saliva accumulating inside his mouth. She had never been hairy, on the contrary of her twin, giving Nero the perfect view of her labia and shape. One unintentional pleading look from him and she was opening herself, giving her son an invitation to explore as freely as he wanted. Nero was sloppy, sinking his entire face as if he never had the chance of tasting pussy in his life. He was going everywhere and nowhere, believing she would receive pleasure the more he swallowed her down. Vergil let him continue with his mistaken belief, as it was too cute to be interrupted. When his tongue missed her aching spot two times, however, she decided to give him a little help, taking Nero by his hair to guide him to the right place. He swirled his tongue against her pulsing clit, now that he understood what she wanted, supporting himself on his elbows. Vergil’s noises were low, composed, and hitched. Her belly rose and fell, her toes twisted. Nero caught his pace. He was alternating between deep sucks and languid licks, not taking his time to breath. Having a nestling that was also a fast learner made her heady with contentment. She gifted him with one long, louder moan, jolting as his response was to bite her pink lips. Vergil was stuck between pushing his head away or pulling it more. The pain was atrocious, different from the scale she was used to, yet part of her didn’t want Nero to stop mistreating her sex. One harsh and rough suck of her clit, followed by another sadistic bite, made her come. Whimpering, convulsing, and feeling her pussy dripping in fluids and blood. Nero lifted his head, trying to catch his breath through his mouth. His entire face was bright red, almost the same color as Dante’s coat. Lips smeared with her remains, eyes glossy and unfocused. Nero looked tamed. No traces of that guilt and unwillingness. Had Vergil known that all it took to make Nero like this was to eat her out, she would have started with her pants. Waiting for Nero to recompose – even though it was her who just came, he seemed more affected by it – Vergil knelt, removed her gloves and curled her hand around his cock. He jolted, bringing his hand to cover his face in embarrassment. Vergil wasn’t gentle. It was a petty revenge for what he had done to her pussy lips, regardless if it was already healed. She pumped him hard, giving his shaft a controlled squeeze. Her other hand massaged his balls, thumbs rolling over the dark skin. Nero panted, while his hand was restless, pulling his hair and scratching his face. He didn’t spare her from his noises, cursing Vergil’s entire bloodline at this point, bucking his hips forwards. What a lovely sight. “Oh, ohh.” Nero gasped, spilling his seeds in quick bursts. Vergil stroked more, spreading his cum all over his cock. Her demon whimpered at the wasting. Those could have been an amazing litter. “Fuck, Vergil, you…”She brought her hand to her mouth, licking the cum from her fingers. Nero frowned in repulse, but the increase of lust in his scent couldn’t fool her. He had a nasty side he pretended he didn’t have. Vergil chuckled, eyes falling on his groin. “Gimme a moment,” He huffed, shifting uncomfortably under his mother’s expectant stare. Vergil remained silent. She was getting impatient. Her demon roared, annoyed that it was taking too long for her objective to be concluded. Nero could sense her agitation. “Geez, not a patient type, uh? Maybe you should ask for it. See if that would make a difference.” “Do you want me to beg?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. Nero grinned and it was so similar to Dante’s overconfident smirks. “It’s the least you could do.” Vergil hummed at his bold statement. Her demon was in match with her intentions. She was aware, from the very beginning, that she would do anything in order to have Nero fucking her. Humiliation was nothing compared to the benefits that would come afterwards. She was fine with this. Therefore she turned her back to Nero, bending down on her forearms and raising her ass, sustaining her body in a traditional mating position. She exposed her cunt for a demon she judged as worthy to own it. There was no better way to beg than presenting her pussy. Coming out of his stupor, Nero snarled and sank his triggered claws on Vergil’s waist. She sensed his demonic core exploding in hate and desire, in will and contempt, all at the same time. Her own energy resonated with his, manifesting in the form small silver scales appearing over her milky skin. From her peripheral vision, Vergil could see his spectral wings enveloping them. She wailed, resting her cheek over her arms, satisfied with the results. “Look at me.” Nero didn’t give her time to follow the order. Grabbed a fistful of her long, white hair, making the black ribbon slip from the locks and get lost in the middle of them. “Is this what you want?” Even if Vergil wanted, she wouldn’t be able to contain the tremor that waved through her body. From the slit of his demon form two thick and long cocks came out. They were purple, leaking a gooey pink substance, with spikes around one of the heads. Oh, that would hurt. Her human cunt could not welcome those. It would be torn out and she wouldn’t be able to be bred properly. Yet she longed for that. Longed to feel both inside. If she triggered too, now that Nero was obeying his instincts, he would take that as a challenge. He would fight instead of mating. As a solution, she parted her ass cheeks and offered the other hole. It would be useless, but at least her uterus wouldn’t be wrecked. Nero purred in delight, bringing his face close to her butt. She almost dropped her arm at the feeling of his long and hot tongue penetrating her hole, stretching her walls with a care he didn’t show before. The slurping noises made her feel repulsed but, just like Nero, her arousal elevated. Her son had to inherit his odd preferences from someone, after all. Vergil yelped due to the drag of his tongue coming out, passing through the sensible ring with a humid noise. Anticipation made her let go of her ass and lick her lips. She could feel each hot, slippered tip teasing her entrances as Nero adjusted, ending up by rubbing his fluids all over her skin. She whined to demonstrate that she was ready, to urge the boy. Nero responded to this meek display with a scolding growl, then buried one of his cocks in her ass first. “Petulant child.” Vergil hissed in pain, frowning as her walls stretched violently. She was quieted down when Nero shoved the second one in one go. Vergil screamed this time, feeling the spikes ripping her pussy in a long and agonizing pain. It was difficult to breathe. She felt so full, stuffed with his cocks in a way that the pressure was affecting her body functions. Her demon had gone silent as well. There was no need for it to intervene now that she was mounted. But on the contrary of what she expected, Nero didn’t move. Squeezed her waist even more, piercing her skin to make sure she wouldn’t escape, but was giving her time to get used to it.Nero was too kind for his own good. Sometimes she doubted he was born from her. Yet, there would always be a reminder that her cub could be just as demonic as her. Feeling Vergil’s body relax, even if slightly, spurred him into action. Nero thrusted her roughly from behind, though decompensated, as it was tricking to aim with two dicks. One would eventually slip out, but he would soon push it back. That gooey substance was leaking everywhere, helping the pain to be a little more bearable. Vergil stayed still under her son, choking down sobs. Her eyes were watering. It hurt. It hurt so much. Reminded her of when Mundus used to take her. She didn’t predict the similitude, and that was having a negative effect. A careful nuzzle over her shoulder blades broke the image of the creature that was forming in her mind. This wasn’t that monster. This was Nero, and he was just giving her what she asked for, what she demanded of him. He wasn’t raping her, but mating, making her so full that it would be impossible for her to not carry his nestlings in the future. Appeased, Vergil lifted her ass, forming a sensual arch that caused Nero to shudder. The shift helped him. He was no longer slipping out, which allowed him to go harder on his mother, pounding her and twisting her insides with a childlike excitement. One of his hands migrated from her waist to her chest. It teased her erected nipple by giving it a crude twist, then changed to fondle her breast, squeezing and scratching it. Long lines of blood were formed. The blue glow of his arm made her neck shine too. Vergil was tempted to touch him, even if her current position couldn’t allow that. Taking his distraction as a chance, she slowly made her tail appear and tied it around his leg, pressing his thigh. Nero groped her so hard it became pale. Besides that, he didn’t correct her behavior. Their bodies became a tangle of depraved sounds and scents. The excess of stimulation caused Vergil to release a sweet, maddening smell. She was still fertile, despite her human age, as she was young by demon years. A thunderous and intimidating snarl came from Nero as her scent invaded his nostrils, before he clamped his jaw into her nape. She was completely immobilized, towered by her son, and for the first time it felt good to feel small. Vergil got disoriented, crushed underneath this powerful individual that was ravishing her, while at the same time feeling bizarrely safe regardless of having been subjugated. Her blood and his saliva flooded down her neck. She shuddered, noticing that her moans turned into meek purrs. Nero abandoned her waits to rest his flat hands on the ground, leaning more over her, forcing her back to arch in an angle that could have broken her spine if she was pure human. In the middle of the dizziness created by the painful pleasure, Vergil identified the red figure of her twin. Unconscious still, but reacting to what his sister and nephew were doing. His hips humped at nothing, pitiful and laughable. She had a feeling Dante would act on afterwards. However, she didn’t think about it. For now, she was Nero’s and Nero’s only. Nero was thrusting into Vergil roughly, wings flattering and waving over them. He was approaching his limit. Hearing his aggressive noises transitioning to weak, desperate whimpers made her heart ache in an oddly maternal way, though her response to it was far away from reproducing this parental emotion. Although she struggled, she rocked her hips against his, tightening her walls against his cocks. No drop of his cum would be spilled out. She would engulf everything with an unbreakable force of will and stubbornness. She would get out of here fully bred even if she had to mate with his unconscious body all over again. He abandoned her neck to release a long, broken and deep moan against her head, emptying himself inside his mother. Boiling spurts of his precious cum filled her cunt and asshole. Vergil came right after with a lewd Nero, shaking and panting, even drooling a little.Vergil collapsed on the floor, trying to catch her breath while her son was wearing off his orgasm, still giving quick bunny thrusts. Feeling his cocks getting out and the immeasurable amount of cum gushing from her holes made Vergil roll her eyes to the back of her head. She quickly reached down to slip her fingers into her cunt, trying her best to keep the fluids from dripping, even though the amount spilled was already enough to fill her with his nestlings. Nero fell on her side, having returned to his human form, passing out on the moment his cheek met the floor. The poor child was exhausted. That was his first experience with a devil. That was the first time he fucked someone with all his intent. No wonder he couldn’t stay awake after it ended. Vergil allowed herself to have a moment by his side. Caressed his cheek with her thumb, traced the lines of his nose and mouth. She thought about kissing him for one last time, refraining from doing so when their faces were almost close. That would be too much not only for Nero, but for her too. Still, that didn’t prevent her from cupping his face and admiring his beauty, his cuteness, their similar features and some extra details from that… human.After her short rest, she licked Nero clean, having to control her urge after seeing him whimper in his passed out state whenever she made a sudden movement with her tongue. She arranged his clothes, lifting his underwear and pants. Nero reeked of sex and her. Vergil hoped that by the time Dante’s companions would arrive, the smell would have been subdued. She didn’t want her nestling to go through the stress of explaining what happened, especially knowing that most of them were bound to the same dumb human morals.She also had a feeling that Nicoletta might take that chance to separate Nero from his human lover. Vergil was aware of her interest in the girl, and she doubted that friendship would be enough to prevent acts of betrayal. In the end, she nuzzled her cheeks over Nero’s face in an attempt to cover him with more friendly scents and hide their doings from prying eyes. “I won’t fail them.” Vergil whispered an oath, determined and with an unexpected softness. She didn’t know if Nero relaxing his expression was due to what she said, or if he was starting to have a good dream. She only had the time to get dressed and tie the ribbon to her hair before she felt a strong grip on her arm. She was pulled back by an enraged Dante. His eyes were glowing in a deep shade of red. Black scales appeared on his cheekbones. Hot, heavy puffs were pushed from his nose, ending up with small flames. Dante looked livid.“We’re gonna do some gardening in hell. Clean after the mess you made.” He declared, pulling his twin close and wrapping his arms around her waist. Dante leaned his forehead against hers, but there was nothing soft in the act. It was more of a controlling thing. Vergil shivered. “Then we’ll solve the matter, alright sis?” That could be anything, but the hard on pressed against her explained what he truly meant with that. “Of course.” Vergil kissed his scowl, easing him, since there was no other option than indulging his demands. “Just let me finish one thing.” Vergil took her poetry book. Memories of that version of her appeared at the sight of the golden ‘V’. She gently put it on Nero’s chest. She owned him at least a memento of the one he was truly fond of. “Shall we, dear sister?” Dante invited, stopping at the edge of the cliff. Vergil stroked her belly over her vest, humming in completion. “I’ll follow right behind you, little brother.”Dante grinned, a wicked and childish grin, and jumped first. As Vergil dived towards hell, following her brother's erratic flight, she could already see a foretaste of the new generation of Sparda’s descendants to whom she would give birth. How strange. This was the first time that a defeat had given rise to a different kind of victory.