My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"He said it strengthened..." Vergil said smiling... "Shall we test whether the walls have really been strengthened?" He asked.

Sapphire laughed softly, her voice full of mischief and charm, as she settled herself naturally in the center of the bed. Her hair fell in waves over her bare shoulders, and her hypnotic gaze didn't leave Vergil's for a second.

"If the walls are weak," she said, slowly pulling at the satin sheets with her fingertips, "then let's break them all. It'll be a reminder to them of who we are."

Vergil let out a low laugh, the low sound reverberating through the room. His eyes, intense as ever, now had a feral gleam, as if they had become those of a predator that had just found its perfect prey. He approached the bed, calmly removing his shirt, his muscles tense and defined as the garment fell to the floor.

Sapphire reached out, pulling him closer. "Do you want to test me... or do you want to destroy me?"

"Both," he whispered, his lips brushing the curve of her neck, his voice a whisper laden with intent. "But you'll enjoy every second of it."

His touch was firm but gentle - a controlled mix of strength and care. He kissed her again, more slowly this time, as if savoring the moment, teasing her with every gesture, every caress. Sapphire arched her body against him, as if defying gravity itself to separate them.

The soft light of the room reflected off the walls, and their breathing mingled in the silence between kisses and touches. Every gesture was a game - a silent duel of pleasure and provocation, where they both knew exactly where to press, where to bite, where to whisper.

"You're going to drive me crazy, Vergil," she said, gasping, with a smile drunk with desire.

He brushed his lips against hers. "That was always the idea." Vergil murmured, his gaze full of promise and danger. But then, suddenly, he pulled back.

Sapphire blinked in surprise as she felt his heat withdraw. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low and full of expectation.

"Testing your limits," Vergil replied with an insolent grin, getting out of bed leisurely, as if nothing was happening. He walked over to a small bar in the corner of the room, pouring himself a drink as golden and intense as liquid fire.

Sapphire watched him like a feline on the prowl - her eyes blazing with frustration and desire, her body still gasping for his touch. "You're not going to run away from me now..."

Vergil raised his glass in a teasing toast. "Anticipation is a powerful weapon, my queen."

That's when she acted.

In a single fluid, furious movement, Sapphire threw her legs off the bed, propelled herself forward and launched a kick straight at his chest. Vergil, taken by surprise, was thrown against the wall with a muffled thud, the glass shattering on the floor, the golden splashes mixing with the tense silence of the room.

"You think you can provoke me and walk away?" she said, panting, her eyes ablaze with lust and fury. She rushed at him like a storm, her hair flapping like living snakes.

Before Vergil could react, Sapphire grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him tight. Her nails dug into the fabric as her mouth crashed against his neck with hungry kisses, marking the skin with desire and fury.

"You're not going to keep me waiting," she whispered between soft kisses and bites, her breathing uncontrolled.

With a quick gesture, Sapphire tore off his shirt - the sound of the fabric breaking filling the room like a promise. Her hands roamed Vergil's chest with reverence and possessiveness, as if he were something that belonged to her - and only her.

Vergil gasped, caught between the pain of the collision and the intensity of her touch. But he didn't resist. He let her dominate him, at least for now, curious to see how far she would go.

"You tease me, knock me off axis, and then walk away as if you're in control," she murmured against his chest. "But I'm Sapphire. I burn everything around me. Including you."

She bit his shoulder lightly, leaving a ruddy mark, and then pushed him against the wall with her body, as if she wanted to fuse them right there. Her mouth explored his neck, jaw and shoulders with a desire that bordered on the savage.

Vergil laughed, between pleasure and amazement. "You're dangerous."

"I'm your queen," she replied, panting. "And today... you will kneel for me."

Their breaths were ragged. The air in the room seemed electrified, thick as a storm about to break. The tension between the two was no longer just physical - it was something primal, wild, as if two gods were confronting each other in a duel of desire and domination.

Sapphire wrapped her legs around Vergil's waist with a fluid movement, as if her body had been molded for that moment. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her eyes burned like coals. She rode him with confidence, dominance and hunger - like a queen finally taking what belonged to her.

Vergil held her firmly by the thighs, his fingers pressing down with controlled force, and in a single thrust he turned his body, crashing her back against the wall. The impact caused the plaster to crack, a fissure opening up like a whisper of destruction. The dry sound echoed through the room, and the wall groaned under the force of their bodies.

Sapphire let out a hoarse moan, almost a laugh of pleasure and relief. "Vergil... You have no idea how long I've waited for this..." she gasped against his lips, her eyes closed, her body arching in perfect harmony with his.

He growled softly, burying his face in her neck, biting down lightly. "Say it," he murmured, "I want to hear it from you."

"I've been waiting for this since the damn moment you said you understood me... since the moment you looked at me like that, as if you really saw me. Not as someone's daughter... not as a leader... but as a woman." She scratched his back with her nails, leaving visible red marks as she gasped. "I refused to admit it... but I wanted it. I wanted you... breaking everything around me, until there was just the two of us."

The heat of her words set Vergil even more on fire, and he pressed her hard against the wall, muscles trembling, as the room began to crumble into tiny details. A mirror cracked in the distance, the frames rattled on the walls. The bed behind them gave way with a metallic snap, as if protesting the intensity of the encounter.

"You've always been fire, Sapphire," Vergil said with a crooked smile, laden with pride. "And I... I'm the storm that arrived too late."

"No. You arrived just as I was ready to set the world on fire."

She wrapped her legs around him even tighter, her skin prickling, her body demanding more, wanting it all, now. And then she laughed again, wildly, freely, as if every second of waiting had been worth it.

Vergil let out a guttural growl when he felt the warm wetness running down his waist, Sapphire's body completely surrendered, begging for him without saying a word. His eyes met hers - intense, dilated, wild - and, in one fluid, firm movement, he lifted her with ease, pressing her with controlled force against the wall.

With one hand, he held her with absolute dominance; with the other, he reached down in an impatient gesture to the button of his own pants, undoing it with a hasty snap. The sound of haste, of raw desire, filled the air.

Sapphire let out a gasp as she felt his fingers playing with the edge of her panties, now completely soaked. The brief contact made her shudder - not just with desire, but with sheer anticipation. She pulled his face to hers, her eyes shining as if she were on the edge of an abyss she longed to throw herself into.

"Do you really want to test me?" she whispered, her voice husky and defiant. "Because I won't hold back. I'm going to give you everything, Vergil... everything you deserve - and more."

The smile Vergil gave was almost cruel in its promise. His eyes sparkled with lust and something darker - hunger. "Good," he said, his voice heavy with tension. "Because I'm going to rip out every spark of your fire. And in the end, you'll be begging for more."

In a quick, decisive tug, he freed her body of the last pieces of clothing, the fabrics flying around the room like pieces of control being destroyed. Their lips collided in a fierce, urgent kiss, as if they were devouring each other alive - and yet it was too little.

His erection was already throbbing, pressing against her entrance, hot and desperate. Sapphire arched up, wrapping her legs around his hips like chains of desire. Her fingers dug into Vergil's hair, pulling hard as she guided her hips into the perfect fit.

And then, with a single deep, brutal thrust, Vergil filled her completely.

Sapphire's cry of pleasure echoed through the room like thunder. The walls shook.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her body molded to his with absurd perfection, as if they were made for each other.

"That's it... fuck... like that..." she gasped, her voice trembling, broken between pleasure and relief. "Don't stop... don't you dare stop..."

Vergil growled against her neck, his body moving with strength and precision. Each thrust made the wall behind them creak. A picture frame fell to the floor with a thud, cracking in half. The cracks spread like roots, as if the world was trying to withstand the collision of two forces that should never have come together - but which were now inevitable.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice hoarse against her skin. "All this waiting... all this fire. And now you're going to burn with me."

She laughed between moans, her eyes rolling back. "I wanted it. I've waited for this... every damn night when you walked past me and pretended you didn't feel the same way. Now it's too late to turn back."

Vergil pushed her even harder against the wall, his hips slamming down hard, causing fragments of the plaster to come loose. And Sapphire, instead of being intimidated, dug her nails into his back and whispered viciously:

"Then destroy me, king of my doom." Sapphire's words were the trigger.

Vergil responded with an even more violent impulse, and the wall behind them cracked with a hollow sound, as if it had just been hit by a battering ram. Plaster cracked, splinters flew. But they didn't stop. They couldn't stop.

Sapphire screamed with pleasure, her voice hoarse, uncontrolled, as if every thrust of Vergil's hips ripped a piece of sanity from her - and replaced it with pure, irrational ecstasy. She clamped her legs around him tighter, like the claws of a predator that wouldn't let go of its prey for a second.

Vergil growled, the muscles in his arms and back contracting, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. With a precise twist, he flipped her onto her back on the bed, throwing her onto it with restrained brutality. The impact was strong enough for the bed frame to break with a dry crack.

Wood broke. Screws popped out. The mattress sank unevenly.

Sapphire just laughed, completely surrendered to the chaos, her hair spreading like flames over the crumpled sheets. "Destroy everything," she gasped, pulling him back to herself. "Fuck me until the world collapses around us."

He pulled her back up, and she fit into him again as if her body was already an extension of his. Sapphire pushed herself against him, hugging his torso with her arms and legs, riding him with ferocity as she moved in precise, desperate thrusts, as if seeking to touch heaven - or hell - itself with every movement.

Vergil had a firm grip on her thighs, the strength of his hands enough to leave marks. Each time she threw herself against him, a new wave of destruction spread through the room.

A lamp was thrown against the wall as they tumbled sideways for a second. The light went out in a flash and sparks appeared.

The headboard crackled and fell over.

The bookcase in the corner overturned with the impact of Vergil's body pushing against the wall even harder, books and bottles falling like rain around them. Glass shattered. The carpet was soaked with spilled drinks.

But they didn't stop.

Vergil lunged at her with restrained fury, as if he were trying to overpower her - but Sapphire rode him with equal voracity, responding with hoarse moans and mad laughter. "The bed... the wall... you're going to ruin everything, aren't you?" she gasped, her eyes blazing with wild lust.

"Everything that isn't you," he replied, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss so fierce that it caused blood to drip lightly from one of her lips, only to be licked off afterwards.

She threw her head back, rolling over harder, and the windows shook with the impact of one last thrust. One of them cracked. The closet mirror shattered into fine fragments like crystal webs, reflecting the two of them like divinities at war - bodies pressed together, panting, dancing between kisses, sweat, bites and brute force.

Vergil held her even tighter and pushed her against the opposite wall, which was now cracking too. She grabbed his shoulders and moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. "That's it... all of it... that I dreamed about every night. I wanted you fucking me like a hurricane. As if I were your only reason for existing."

He dug his teeth into her shoulder with savage affection. "You are."

Another violent thrust. The ceiling shook. Dust fell.

The room - now a battlefield of pleasure and destruction - bore witness to two entities who weren't just having sex.

They were consuming each other alive.