Qliphoth did not wait for Vergil to respond after she teased and provoked the girls.
Before Vergil could even process her words, she shoved him hard against the black trunk of one of her own roots, which rose from the ground in response to her desire. The bark was cold and solid against his back.
She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him with ravenous hunger, her tongue invading his mouth while her body rubbed against his.
"Wait—" His voice was smothered by her kiss.
"No," she whispered against his lips, her hands moving down to undo his trousers. "I have waited too long. I want it. Now."
Her fingers found his already hard erection, and she released a low, victorious moan. Vergil tried to seize her wrists, but her strength was overwhelming, amplified by the new energy flowing from the multicolored sky above them.
With one fluid movement, she turned him around and reversed their positions.
