My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The soft glow of the candles flickered, illuminating the grandeur of the domain. The atmosphere was imposing yet charged with a palpable tension, as though every shadow held promises of something greater and more sinister.

Vergil emerged from the crimson magic circle, followed closely by Morgana, who clung to his arm with a hint of hesitation. However, her curious gaze swept across the dim yet vibrant chamber, charged with demonic energy. Before they could advance further, a familiar figure stepped into their path.

Novah, ever audacious, blocked Vergil's way with her arms crossed and a challenging glare fixed on him. "Witches aren't allowed here," she announced, her voice sharp with authority.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, coming to an immediate halt. "Oh, really? Since when do you have the power to make rules in my dear Sapphire's mansion?"

"Since always. I'm the head of the maids," Novah shot back with a defiant tilt of her chin. "Besides, it's a matter of principle. Witches are treacherous. And frankly, I think you've caused enough trouble here without adding that into the mix." She pointed disdainfully at Morgana.

Morgana, for her part, didn't appear fazed. If anything, she seemed amused. "Oh, darling, don't worry. I don't need your approval to be here," she said with a smirk, her voice dripping with mockery.

Novah narrowed her eyes, clearly irritated. She stepped forward, confronting Vergil directly. "I'm serious, Vergil. She might be a powerful witch, but here she's nothing more than trouble waiting to happen. If you think I'm going to allow this—"

Before she could finish, Vergil let out a deep sigh, the kind that signaled his patience had reached its limit. Moving swiftly, without warning, he grabbed Novah by the waist and slung her over his shoulder as though she were no more than a sack of flour.

"Kyaa!!! Vergil!" Novah screamed, flailing helplessly. "Put me down! Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, I have," he replied, his tone flat and laced with irritation. "I've lost my patience with your self-appointed vigilante nonsense."

"You can't just—"

"Oh, I can," he interrupted, adjusting her on his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. "Sapphire is mine, and everything of hers is mine now. That includes her staff—you, specifically. I'll do whatever I please. Clearly, someone needs to remind you who's in charge here."

Morgana watched the scene unfold with a delighted grin, as if she were enjoying a theatrical performance. "I must admit, this was unexpected. Perhaps I should've brought popcorn," she remarked, her tone brimming with amusement.

Vergil ignored her, striding forward with Novah still struggling and shouting on his shoulder. "If you're done throwing your tantrum, perhaps I'll teach you a lesson in respect," he said coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"Put me down, you bastard!" Novah yelled, her struggles intensifying. Though bound by the mansion's rules to avoid harming him seriously, her patience had clearly reached its end.

Vergil felt the impact of her fists against his back and sighed, biting back his irritation. He knew Novah was strong, but her relentless defiance was pushing the limits of his tolerance.

"Tsk." He glanced at Morgana, who followed close behind, her expression one of pure entertainment. "This woman is testing me," he muttered.

"Oh, please, don't let me stop you from putting her in her place," Morgana quipped, her voice tinged with amusement.

"That's enough," Vergil said finally, his tone heavy with authority. A wave of demonic energy radiated from him, instantly neutralizing Novah's strength. She froze in place, her muscles robbed of their power as if someone had pulled the rug out from under her.

"W-what...?! You...!" Novah stammered, but Vergil gave her no chance to finish.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

With purposeful steps, he walked over to a nearby sofa. "Morgana, wait here for a moment. I'll deal with this situation swiftly," he declared, his tone dry but carrying a note of exasperation.

Novah let out a startled gasp as she was unceremoniously positioned across his lap, her backside raised in clear defiance of her dignity. "Let me go, you idiot!" she shouted, attempting to squirm free, only to find herself restrained.

Shackles made of demonic energy materialized around her wrists and ankles, holding her firmly in place. Her eyes widened in shock and indignation.

"W-what is this?! You can't do this to me!" Novah protested, her voice a mix of fury and embarrassment.

"Oh, I can," Vergil replied, adjusting her position with a calm demeanor that only heightened her frustration. "You've crossed the line one too many times, Novah. Since words clearly don't work on you, I'll have to handle this matter more... practically."

Before she could fire back another retort, his palm descended firmly on her backside, producing a sharp, resounding smack that echoed through the room.

"Kyaa!! This is outrageous!" Novah shrieked, thrashing against the restraints but finding them unyielding.

"It's called discipline," Vergil corrected, a sardonic smile tugging at his lips.

"Kyaanann!!... Hmmm!" She moaned as she felt the impact of his hand on her ass again.

"Oh, your ass is pretty firm" he teased with a smile. "That's for calling me a child sometimes" His hand was firm and with a greedy smile his hand went up and down again

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"Mmnn!!" She moaned, trying to struggle, but Vergil's strength kept her in check. "You... Can't... Do... Ahhh!!!" She moaned again.

Not satisfied, Vergil lifted her skirt, giving him a perfect view of her smooth white ass, with his handprints in red. And of course, a pair of beautiful white lace panties tucked between her reddened buttocks.

"Hmm!... Ahhnnn!... Please stop!" She began to moan with pleasure...

"Well, well, well... Looks like someone's enjoying this," he teased with a low laugh. "Maybe I should teach you a special lesson, instead of just punishing your sensitive ass."

Novah moaned and squirmed against the restraints, feeling her arousal growing despite the humiliating situation. She didn't want to admit it, but Vergil's firm touch was igniting a fire inside her.

"P-please don't do this..." she begged half-heartedly, her hardened nipples pressing against her bra. "I... I'll be good, I promise..."

Vergil continued, each slap turning Novah's skin redder. Finally, after a few more blows, he stopped, observing the result of his punishment. Novah's buttocks were completely red, with the marks of his hands clearly visible.

At the moment of the last slap, Vergil observed how Novah's pale skin had turned red. With a final movement, he raised his hand and...

Vergil's hand hit Novah's ass hard, but this time something different happened. Upon feeling the impact, a liquid began to run down her thighs, soaking her panties and creating a wet sheen on her reddened skin.

Novah let out a deep moan, her body shaking with pleasure and embarrassment. "Oh... no...," she murmured, her voice trembling and interrupted by pleasure.

Vergil raised his now wet hand and looked at her with a triumphant expression. "It seems you've learned your lesson quite intensely," he said, his voice full of satisfaction.

Morgana, still watching, couldn't hide a smile of amusement and a slight blush. "Maybe now you'll think twice before being so insolent," she commented, clearly enjoying the situation.

Novah, still catching her breath, looked at Vergil with her eyes shining with conflicting emotions. "I... I understand," she said, her voice soft and submissive.

"Masochistic maid." Vergil said, leaving her alone, before standing up...

"That was..." Morgana didn't even have anything to say, in fact, even she was turned on by it...

"Just ignore it, let's get going." He said, leading the way while Novah stood there... squirming...