My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Viviane ran a hand through her blue hair, sighing deeply as she looked at the two in front of her. Her smile was melancholy, filled with uncertainty. "I... I thought I'd been clear about that." Her voice came out soft, but there was an obvious weight to her words. "Didn't you understand what I said before?" Her words didn't reach the women, who looked at her in a different way... Zex crossed his arms, his expression determined. "We understand perfectly, Viviane. But listen... you care about the Master, there's no denying that. And we also want to see him grow, flourish and, above all, find his happiness." He said, looking deep into the woman's eyes. Iridia, standing next to her, nodded vigorously, her voice filled with conviction. "Exactly! And we've seen how much you love him, how much you care! You should stop thinking and act!" Viviane looked away, biting her lower lip slightly, her expression becoming more hesitant. "But that doesn't mean I'm ready to..." "Why not?" Zex interrupted, his voice laced with frustration. "What's wrong with showing your feelings? You care so much about him, but you keep hiding. It doesn't make sense!" Viviane swallowed, her eyes shining with a mixture of conflicting emotions. "I... I don't know if I'm ready for this." She muttered, more to herself than to the two who seemed intent on pushing her into this... Iridia took her hands gently, leaning a little closer. "Do you think he wouldn't reciprocate? Really? We're new here, but... it's kind of obvious." Her voice was firm, but reassuring at the same time. "The master is peculiar, but also a dedicated man. If he knew how you felt, do you really think he'd reject you?" She questioned. 'Damn it, he's probably waiting for you to propose!' Iridia shouted internally. Zex arched an eyebrow and added in a more provocative tone: "And let's face it... you're beautiful, Viviane. If there's anyone who can sway the heart of a man like him, it's you. So why hesitate?" 'Yes, I understand Iridia! Let's throw her into the lion's mouth! We can survive longer and not be treated like slaves!" Zex on the other hand... was only thinking about his freedom. Viviane felt the heat rising to her face, her heart racing from the flood of encouraging words. She took a deep breath, trying to sort out her thoughts, but deep down she knew she couldn't run away from this forever. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, she let out a sigh and nodded slowly. "All right... I'll do it. But just this once!" She said embarrassed, in pure red. Iridia and Zex smiled in satisfaction, nodding at her enthusiastically. 'That's it!' "That's right! Go ahead and take your chance!" Iridia said, almost beaming. 'Fuck yeah! A little peace! "Just don't overthink it! Just follow your heart." Zex added, his eyes sharp but full of encouragement. 'Let's hope it works out Iridia, otherwise we're screwed...' Viviane took another deep breath before turning around. Her steps were careful, but each one carried more firmness than the last. When she reached the bathroom door, she stopped for a moment, casting one last glance at the two women. They were still there, watching her with encouraging smiles, almost as if they were mentally nudging her. Then, mustering all the courage she had left, Viviane closed her eyes for a moment, clenched her fists... and opened the door. Viviane closed her eyes for a moment, summoning up all the courage she had. Heat rose to her face and her heart beat fast, but Zex and Iridia's words echoed in her mind. "Show him you care!" She patted him on the cheek. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders and walked resolutely to the bathroom door. When she reached it, she turned one last time, seeing the two maids watching her with anxious looks and encouraging smiles. Zex nodded subtly, while Iridia gave a thumbs-up, as if to say, "Go on!" Viviane swallowed dryly and, without further hesitation, pushed open the door. The hot steam took over her senses as soon as she entered. The room was stuffy from the bath that Vergil had already started. The humidity mixed with the woody scent of the soap, creating a dense, intimate atmosphere. Vergil stood with his back to the entrance, the water running down his muscular body, washing away the last impurities left over from his battle. He rested one hand against the boxing wall, taking deep breaths, his muscles tense as he let the hot water relieve his exhaustion. Viviane stood there for a moment, watching him, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her. 'What the hell am I doing...?' But then she remembered Iridia's determined gaze. Zex's direct words. And, above all, how she felt about him. With a deep sigh, she closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing through the bathroom. Vergil seemed to notice her presence then, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder. His red eyes stared at her with surprise, but without any trace of discomfort. "Viviane?" His hoarse, slightly lazy voice echoed through the steam without turning around. She hesitated only a second before lifting her chin and forcing a small smile. "You... are taking too long. I thought you might need some help." She said, looking at him, and then... took off her shoes. "What did you..." He started to speak, but stopped... when he felt unease. He didn't need to look at her, in fact, he didn't. Viviane took another deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, gathering all her courage. She could hear the sound of water falling in the shower in the background, and felt the warmth of the steam on her skin. When she opened her eyes again, she was determined. With slow, hesitant movements, she began to unbutton her uniform. One button at a time, she undid it, revealing more of the pale, smooth skin underneath. Soon, she had removed the dress completely, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. She stood there for a moment, completely naked, her heart racing in her chest. Vergil hadn't turned to her yet, so she took the opportunity to admire him. His body was strong and muscular, marked by scars from past battles. Water ran down his skin, highlighting every curve and contour. Viviane moistened her lips, feeling a wave of desire rise up inside her. Slowly, she walked to the shower, the wet floor beneath her bare feet. When she stepped into the shower, Vergil finally turned to her. His blue eyes widened when he saw his chief maid naked in front of him. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared at her with a surprised expression. Then a slow, mischievous smile spread across his face. "Well, well... what have we here?" His voice was low and husky, full of barely contained desire. 'She's finally shown herself,' he thought. Vergil took a step towards her, his presence dominating the narrow space of the shower. He reached out and traced a finger along her cheek, his fingertips brushing lightly against her skin. "You came to me, didn't you? I wonder why... after all.... a maid wouldn't take off her uniform like that... you're not here as a servant... but as a woman." He whispered, his eyes changing to burning red on his skin. He wanted to induce her to talk more, to react more. Viviane swallowed, feeling suddenly shy. She lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip. "I... I don't really know. I just... I wanted to be close to you. I wanted to feel you..." She murmured, blushing even more as she admitted her feelings out loud. Vergil smiled even wider at her words. He reached out to grab the soap from the side of the shower and began rubbing it into his hands, creating a soft lather. Then, with a surprisingly gentle movement, he began to run his foaming hands over her skin, licking her shoulders, arms and back. The sensation was incredible, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it. His hands were warm and skillful as they touched her, exploring every curve and crevice of her body. She leaned into the touch, wanting more. "V-vergil" she said, but he just ignored her. "If you want me to stop, just say so." He retorted, but she didn't utter a peep. Vergil didn't take long before he moved down to her thighs, legs and hips. He got down on his knees to reach them, the hot water falling on both of them. And then, finally, he reached her most intimate parts. "W-Wait" She just managed, gasping when he touched her there, the touch sending shocks of pleasure through her body. He stroked her gently, almost reverently, rubbing and massaging her swollen clitoris. "Mnn!" Viviane moaned low in her throat, burying her fingers in his dark hair. She had never been touched like this before, so intimately. It was surprising and erotic at the same time. He wiped and rinsed with the water, giving only the sweet, gentle sight of her cavity... "Once you start, I won't stop." Vergil spoke, or rather, he warned. In return, he lifted his face only to see a woman lost in lust... She was only a few minutes away from melting from how hot she felt... "Right." Then, without warning, Vergil ran his tongue along her slit, tasting her. "AHH!!! MNNN!!!" She cried out in surprise and pleasure, her legs almost giving way beneath her.