My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Irresistible Mother-in-Law II (R-18)
Like a man possessed, Vergil began to move inside her, moving in and out slowly at first, but increasing the pace with each thrust. The water bubbled around them, splashing over the edge of the tub as Vergil penetrated her deeper and deeper.

Raphaeline clung to him, digging her nails into his back as she screamed with pleasure. She could feel her clitoris rubbing against his pubis with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her channel opened around his thick member, desperate for more of that incredible sensation.

“You like that, don’t you?” Vergil growled in her ear, speeding up the pace even more. “You like being fucked by me.”

“Yes, yes!” she said, almost mad with desire. “Please, Vergil, don’t stop!”

He laughed low and hoarse, slapping her ass before holding her tight and penetrating her even deeper. Raphaeline saw stars, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

“Touch yourself,” Vergil tried, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to see you cum for me.”

With trembling hands, Raphaeline obeyed, rubbing her clitoris as Vergil fucked her hard and hard. Every nerve in her body was on fire, ready to die at any moment.

Then it happened. With a loud, strangled cry, Raphaeline climaxed, her whole body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy exploded inside her. Vergil held her as she trembled, prolonging her orgasm with slow, deep thrusts.

But he wasn’t finished with her yet. Helping her to her feet, he turned her around and positioned her on the edge of the tub, her buttocks thrust upwards. He penetrated her from behind, burying himself to the hilt.

Raphaeline cried out in renewed pleasure, her knees almost buckling at the sensation. She could feel his balls hitting her clitoris with every thrust, which brought her quickly to the brink of another orgasm.

“Come for me again,” Vergil tried in a hoarse voice, thrusting into her even deeper. “I want to feel you expressing yourself to me.”

With a loud, prolonged moan, Raphaeline obeyed, her whole body shaking with pleasure as she reached a second orgasm even more intense than the first. Vergil slammed into her soon after, flooding her with his hot semen as he screamed her name.

They stayed like that for a long moment, panting and trembling as they caught their breath. Then Vergil held her in his arms, kissing her passionately as the water cooled around them.

“That was incredible,” he murmured against her lips.

“Yes,” Raphaeline specifically said with an audible smile. “It really was. Now, go on.”

They got out of the bath and dried off, their bodies still glistening with moisture. Vergil took Raphaeline into the bedroom, laying her down on the soft bed and sinking between her thighs. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing with each other as his hands explored every inch of her bare skin.

Raphaeline sighed with pleasure, arching her back as Vergil pinched and nibbled her swollen nipples. She could feel his cock rubbing against her entrance, hard and ready for action. But Vergil seemed determined to torture her, burying his head between her thighs and licking her swollen clitoris with long, slow strokes of his tongue.

Raphaeline almost cried out with pleasure, holding his head with her legs as he sucked and licked her expertly. She could feel another orgasm fast approaching, her whole body trembling with anticipation.

Then Vergil stopped, towering above her with a wicked grin. “Not yet, my love,” he murmured. “I want you to cum on my cock.”

Raphaeline groaned in frustration, but couldn’t resist the hungry look in his eyes. She spread her legs for him, inviting him in. Vergil didn’t hesitate, penetrating her with a single, long thrust.

They began to move together, their bodies merging in a perfect rhythm. Vergilio’s hands held her hips as he fucked her faster and deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.

Raphaeline could feel her climax fast approaching, the waves of pleasure increasing with every movement of Vergil’s cock inside her. She clung to him, kissing him deeply as she gasped against his lips.

“Come for me, my love,” Vergil whispered in her ear. “I want to feel you.”

With a strangled cry, Raphaeline climaxed, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy exploded inside her. Vergil slammed into her a moment later, flooding her with his hot semen as he screamed her name.

They collapsed on the bed, exhausted and panting. Vergil pulled her close, kissing her gently as he stroked her hair.

“I love you,” he murmured against her lips. “You know that, don’t you?”

Raphaeline cooed, snuggling into his embrace. “I love you too,” she said softly. “More than anything in the world.”

They stayed like that for a long time, lost in each other as night fell outside.

Hours passed.

The city below them still glowed with life, the lights of Tokyo twinkling like artificial stars. The panoramic window provided a breathtaking view of the urban skyline, a fascinating contrast to the tranquillity that filled the room.

Raphaeline was lying on top of Vergil, her body relaxed against his. Her long black hair fell in soft waves over his chest, while her fingers traced lazy circles on his shoulder. The silence between them was not uncomfortable – in fact, it was comfortable, a rare kind of peace that she had never imagined sharing with him.

Vergil, for his part, had one arm casually thrown behind his head, his gaze fixed on the city lights. His other hand rested distractedly on Raphaeline’s waist, his fingers moving slightly, almost unconsciously.

Then he broke the silence.

“I spoke to Ada earlier.”

Raphaeline blinked slowly, still a little drowsy from tiredness.

“Hm…? About what?”

He turned his head slightly to face her before looking at the window again.

“I told her we ate ramen.”

Raphaeline’s body stiffened subtly for a moment before letting out a small, defeated sigh. She hid her face against his chest, mumbling something unintelligible.

Vergil arched an eyebrow, amused. “What was that?”

She sighed once more before finally raising her face to meet his, her lilac eyes shining slightly in the soft light of the room.

“You realize what you’ve done, don’t you?” She muttered.

“Explain.” He answered simply, his voice laden with a provocative calm.

Raphaeline closed her eyes for a moment, clearly trying to muster patience. “Ada will torment me for this. She knows I’ve avoided eating ramen for years. Now she’ll think I’m acting… different.”

Vergil finally looked directly at her, his intense blue eyes holding her gaze for a moment too long.

“But you are.” He stated bluntly.

Raphaeline blinked, surprised by the sudden directness.

He raised one hand, brushing a lock of hair away from her face before continuing. “You dragged me on a date, insisted I enjoy it, and now we’re here.”

She bit her lip lightly, looking away for a moment before answering.

“And that’s bad?” Her voice came out softer than she had intended.

Vergil didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid his hand across her face, his fingers tracing her cheek before resting on the back of her neck, holding her there with a firm but gentle touch.

“No.” He finally said.

Silence filled them again, but this time it was different. Raphaeline’s heart beat a little faster, but she refused to look away.

After a few seconds, she let out a soft laugh.

“So… if Ada asks, will you tell her that I’m a changed woman?”

Vergil gave a small smile, that rare one that appeared only at the most unexpected moments.

“No.” He said calmly. “I’m going to say that you’ve finally made up your mind.”

Raphaeline laughed again, but this time, there was no nervousness – just something genuinely happy.

She sighed and rested her head on his chest again, listening to the quiet, rhythmic sound of his heart.

“Maybe you’re right.” She admitted softly.

Vergil didn’t reply, just slid his fingers through her hair absent-mindedly as they continued to observe the city.

Vergil remained silent for a few moments, watching the flashing lights of the city before speaking.

“Why did you avoid eating ramen?” His voice was low, almost casual, but there was a subtle weight to the question.

Raphaeline, who until then had been lying comfortably on top of him, tensed slightly. She didn’t answer immediately, her fingers tracing soft patterns over his skin, as if she were organizing her thoughts.

Finally, she sighed.

“Because it reminds me of my mother.” Her voice came out softer than usual, almost melancholic.

Vergil frowned slightly and waited for her to continue.

Raphaeline looked away, fixing her gaze on some point in the window. “When I was little, my mother used to make me ramen. It was the food I loved the most, because it meant that she was home, that everything was all right.”

She smiled wistfully. “She always said that the secret of a good ramen wasn’t just the broth, but the care you put into making it.”

Vergil remained silent, just listening.

Raphaeline swallowed before continuing. “But when she died… it was too painful.”

Her body stiffened for a moment, and Vergil felt the slight oscillation of her breathing.

“After she left, I tried eating ramen again, but it wasn’t the same. No matter how good it was, no matter how perfect it tasted… it just reminded me of her absence.”

She smiled sadly. “So I stopped. I thought it would be easier that way.”

Vergil watched her intently, his penetrating gaze capturing every nuance of emotion on her face.

He slowly slid his hand up to gently grasp Raphaeline’s chin, forcing her to look at him.

“And today?” he asked simply.

She blinked, surprised by the question.

“What about today?”

“You ate.” He said. “And you looked happy.”

Raphaeline bit her lip, thinking for a moment before sighing.

“…I guess, somehow, that day was different.”

Vergil kept his gaze on her for a few more seconds before releasing her chin and turning back to face the window.

“Maybe because I wasn’t alone.” He commented, his voice neutral but loaded with meaning.

Raphaeline’s eyes widened for a moment before a small but genuine smile formed on her lips.

“Maybe.” She murmured, snuggling back against him.

He felt he should say something to at least comfort her in some way. “I understand the situation.” He said.

She remained silent, just listening. “When I was younger, when my father died, I stopped playing baseball and broke everything that reminded me of it.” He spoke with regret, but for him… “But today, after I woke my mother up… I found out that he was a fake, he was just an illusory magic or some shit.”

“Fucking Sepphirothy…” Raphaeline muttered.

“Nah, it’s okay… I understand you, a little. We had plenty of time to talk while we were training.” He smiled, unrepentant.

“Still…” She murmured…

“Still… I think I should go out with Ada for a while.” He said, “It’s time you were her mother, don’t you think?” He smiled.