Vergil tucked his phone back into his pocket with a predatory grin, the red hearts in his eyes pulsing like beacons of lust as he watched the spectacle unfold.
The room was a chaotic mess of moans, tinkling bells, and the suffocating smell of demonic sex—viscous puddles spreading across the floor like an indecent carpet, the pink aphrodisiac powder dancing in the air like confetti of depravity.
Sapphire, now an unrecognizable beast, completely ignored Vergil's call.
Her pink heart-shaped eyes gleamed with utter ecstasy, the demon queen reduced to a ravenous maternal vixen.
Her tongue plunged even deeper into Katharina's virgin anus, swirling and sucking with an insatiable hunger, her swollen lips sealed against the pink flesh as she swallowed every drop of nectar that trickled from her daughter's vagina.
