Mizu presses forward toward pleasure and the release promised rather than turn away from it. Should she turn away, slow down, and relax, she will surely lose the vision in her mind. She needs it to last and to stay with her until the end, if not after, so that she may wrap Vergil around her when he is gone, even for a night. Tenderly, she holds onto it, on the feeling of how he holds her, so it imprints on the scene, and oh that scene continues head on.

She both rocks harder against her own movements and grows tense, body locking up more and more so that it does not listen to commands. Her words are gone, loud moans and whining replacing them. A steady stream that builds in volume with her pleasure. He speaks, and the words penetrate in a haze. Her arm around him tightens, and her hand digs into his shoulder where it lays. Around her, with her, in her, Mizu has Vergil. She can no longer tell whether the fantasy is of her in bed fantasizing or Vergil in bed with her, meeting her pleasure as he is now.

The pleasure overtakes her like the ocean, not one wave but an onslaught of them that surrounds her and keeps coming. Everything flashes blank, and Mizu shakes and shudders. Her fingers stop moving against her, and the tremors ebb away. They leave Mizu warm and boneless. Her head leans against Vergil, and she lets her eyes stay closed a while. She can smell him, feel him, and little else. Her arm hangs limp in her lap, and Mizu stays there, the echoes of pleasure racking through her. She's not sure how long she stays there, it feels both instantaneous and stretched toward forever. She's satisfied then to do...

Nothing. Simply be there in Vergil's arms.

In time, she nuzzles closer and says softly, "I always want you."