The room was saturated with the heavy smell of sex and sweat. In the center of the king-sized bed, Vergil lay on his back, his breathing still slightly ragged. On top of him, unconscious and gloriously ruined, was Ada. She lay face-down, her dark hair spread across his chest and shoulders, her legs open on either side of his hips.
With a deliberate movement, Vergil placed his hands on Ada's soft hips and gently lifted her. His cock, still semi-hard and completely coated in a thick layer of white semen and feminine fluids, slid out of her with a distinct wet sound.
Ploosh.
Even unconscious, a deep, hoarse moan escaped Ada's lips.
"Mmm... V-Vergil..."
Her body shuddered, and a creamy stream of semen mixed with her own lubrication began leaking from her swollen, reddened entrance, running down her inner thighs and staining the already filthy sheets.
"What a mess," Roxanne commented dryly from beside the bed.
