Vergil Dmc Novels & Stories

Vergel murmured. Images of riding behind her, his body curled around her much smaller one, as they sped down dark roads flooded his mind. Or maybe she'd race him. Him on his Ducati, her on her Harley LiveWire. If she won, he'd make her pancakes. If he won, he'd claim her shirt as his prize and use it as a pillowcase. Either way, he won, which was exactly how he liked it. Vergel tilted his head back and breathed deeply, basking in the lingering feel of her. Exhaling on a groan, he dropped his chin, flicking one of his lip rings with the tip of his tongue as he watched her taillight disappear around the bend.