Vergil X Reader Novels & Stories

I reached down and held his balls while he thrust, feeling them tighten as he got closer to the end. “I am close”, Veronica. I am going to fill you up, he whispered harshly into my ear. “I’m coming too, Leo. Oh god, do it”! I moaned, my voice getting dangerously loud. My legs started to shake as my climax began to rip through me. My pussy clutched his dick in a tight squeeze that made him roar into my neck. He didn't pull out. He slammed into me one last time, his dick buried all the way to the root, and I felt the hot jet of his cum hitting the back of my pussy. I screamed into his shoulder, my teeth sinking into his skin to stay quiet.

I sucked her soaked lips like a rabid beast, my tongue plunging between her folds, lapping up her juices in long, filthy strokes. The taste of her exploded on my tongue, tangy, sweet, and thick with arousal. She was drenched, her slick coating my lips, dripping down my chin, and I drank her like wine, growling low against her cunt as I devoured her. Whatever angry curse she was about to hurl at me died right in her throat, replaced by a strangled little, “Uhmm… yess… Mr. Verilli,” that flew out of her damned mouth. Mr. Verilli? Nobody calls me that here.

Xander purred like a dying rat when I climbed into the car, and I wanted to remind him of the fork wound on his thigh, in case he forgot. “In all her glory,” Vernero added up looking in the rearview mirror. “May she reign forever,” Lorenzo added stealing a quick kiss on my head. Sigh out loud, I shook my head and stared outside as the car took off, with Verzi behind the wheel. If anyone is in dire need of a man, shout out, please. I have three of them here and I would gladly donate them to the ones in need!

Alex intertwined their fingers and bit her lower lip, yearning a moan from her. He licked her lower lip and she forgot her remaining senses. Ana gave Alex an easy access to her mouth. Alex tongue slowly went inside her mouth and the moment it touched Ana's tongue, her breath hitched. Alex explored her mouth fully, leaving no place undiscovered. Anastasia was in a complete mess but she did not want him to stop kissing her.

He unzipped his trousers with the sharp sound of metal against metal—a sound that rang like a death knell for Elara’s dignity. "Look forward, Elara. Imagine your husband's face while I do this," Xavier whispered venomously. Without warning, Xavier jerked Elara’s body and entered her with one deep, merciless thrust. "Ah!" Elara let out a muffled cry, instantly biting her lip until it bled so her voice wouldn't pierce through the door. The suffocating sensation of fullness sent a shockwave through her nerves. Xavier gave her no time to adapt. He began to move with a wild, primitive rhythm, each thrust hitting the walls of her womb with a force that seemed intent on shattering her identity as M

Images of meeting with Faceless and my mission flashed in my head also as I pulled yelled in rage, pulling the trigger till my gun clicked empty. . . . . TBC ©️Perry Trey (Author Peller) 2021.

now. X lowers his hand to my feet, putting my shoes back on. Then he stands up smiling and approaches my face: — Of nothing - says and then goes towards Filomena — As you wish. I turn towards the two of them, Filomena is almost having an orgasm just with the X massaging her shoulders. I look at the X and find it staring deep , as her hands explore Filomena’s back...arms... and hands. Then he turns the chair in his direction and I get up from mine, take my bag and leave the room.

“You think respect is given? No, Veralin. It’s taken. It’s demanded. With blood if you have to.” I stared at him. At the rigid line of his shoulders. At the way his hands fisted at his sides like he wanted to hit something. Or hold me. “I’m a bastard son, Veralin. The Virel family tried to erase me. My own blood called me filth. But I made them choke on my name anyway.” He took another step closer. Xaden keeps going back and forth as though trying to convince himself that being close to me doesn't really hurt.

I looked at Vergil one last time, my eyes promising him a slow, agonizing death. Then, I opened my mouth, wrapped my lips around his bleeding arm, and began to drink.

His teeth sank into my shoulder as he spilled, heat flooding me deep. When at last he stilled, both of us gasping, the room was thick with the stench of sweat and sex. My body shook beneath him, sore, ruined, filled. Vethros whispered, soft and cruel: ‘So easy. So utterly undone. You will never crawl free of him now.’ But Vael only kissed my temple, rough and fleeting, and growled against my ear. “Mine.” And gods help me, I believed it.