Nivara was still breathing heavily when Vergil slid his hands around her waist. With a fluid, powerful motion, he lifted her a few inches—just enough to adjust his position. Yamato, her face still damp, watched with hypnotic fixation as Vergil opened his silk robe. His member was already fully erect, imposing and veined, pulsing with the same controlled intensity as its bearer.
"Watch closely, Yamato," said Crymsaria, her voice an instructive, intimate whisper beside the sword's ear. "He is about to penetrate her. It is the most basic act, the most primal union."
Vergil positioned the head of his member against Nivara's still-pulsing, drenched entrance. He didn't push her down; instead, with his hands firm on her thighs, he lifted her legs from behind, bending her forward so that her back arched slightly against his chest. Her legs parted, extending outward with knees bent and feet resting on the bed.
