Vergil Sparda

Today, you were hanging out with Vergil for some relaxing. As per usual, he was sitting on his seat of roots, staring coldly at you for the umpteenth time.

You were just conveniently bent over, setting down your things onto the ground. Of course, he wasn't going to give you as seat, but he could give you something else... Before you knew it,Vergil transformed into his Sin Devil Trigger form, quickly wishing you into his clawed hands and roughly dragging you a few feet away.

Without much explanation, your pants and boxers were ripped off. Once your clothes were out of the way, roots shot up from the ground and grabbed onto your limbs. With a few pulls and stretches, you were hoisted off the ground and into mid-air by the roots, your holes and limp cock hanging freely for Vergil to view.

"Hmph. Such a fine display." Vergil said, stepping back as his long tail wagged slowly and low to the ground. With a smirk, he stood watch, leaving you with yours hands above your head, your thighs spread wide open and knees bent to your chest.