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Being a prince of hell was more boring than one might think.
Throughout his childhood, Nero never lacked anything. He got spoiled by the entirety of the castle's staff, got almost everything he asked for, and had only the best instructors available.
His father, King Vergil, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Vergil always behaved like he had a massive stick up his ass.
Nothing he did was good enough. He could almost hear his father berate him. “This is wrong.” “This could be better, child.” “Have you learned nothing, Nero?”
How his father hadn't seen his rebellious phase coming from a mile away was a mystery to him.
Every argument turned into a screaming match on his part. Doors slammed shut, walls cracked under Nero's strong wings as he punched them repeatedly and the staff hid away to avoid the Prince's wrath.
Once Nero turned 17 years old, they formed a shaky truce. A strong demon out for the throne attempted to take advantage of their spats and attacked the King in the middle of their argument. A few slices of Yamato made quick work of the intruder but the incident had left the prince shaken.
They made a compromise. In exchange for showing a strong front to the public, they would keep away from each other in private. The only times they ever interacted anymore was when his father was holding court.
Especially during court, Nero felt more like a piece of jewelry to his father than anything.
Sit there, look pretty, be quiet, be respectful, and don't speak until spoken to. Dressing up in all kinds of silks and gems was more than tedious and annoying. You could hear him coming from a mile away with the way his clothes chimed.
Vergil always looked perfectly dressed in his unnecessary complex vest and pants. Don't even get him started on the furred coat hanging onto his shoulders with effortless grace. It pissed him off, to be honest.
Once a week, Nero spends over an hour getting dressed in the clothes his father picked out for him while a giggling pair of Succubuses help him get ready.
In his honest opinion, the white, almost dress-like robes his father chose this time washed him out more than his white hair already did.
"Don't worry, dearie! You will look beautiful!" The Succubus on his right chuckled.
"Everyone in court won't be able to look away! It really is a shame to hide your pretty face behind that veil!" The other said as the pure white veil was put over his face.
"Ugh, I hate the veil! I don't understand why Father insists on me wearing it every time."
The veil was annoying and kept itching his nose during the hours on hours of court he had to suffer through. He never understood why he was forced to wear it since his adulthood began. Every time he tried to get an answer from his father, he would either get completely ignored or get a non-answer until he gave up asking altogether. It looked ridiculous with his horns holding it up, and somehow, he always ended up getting his long hair or wings tangled into it. It was more than an inconvenience.
But if King Vergil was known, for one thing, it was being stubborn. And hoo boy , did Nero know just how true that is.
“Come on now, love! I’m sure the king is already waiting for you.”
“We can’t let his majesty wait, now can we?” The Succubus winked.
Nero carefully stood up and looked himself over in the mirror one last time. The prince couldn’t help but let out a snort. “I look like one of those ‘bedsheet ghosts’ that human children dress up as.”
“Now, now, my prince! Please don’t insult your father's choice like this!”
“I could not give less of a fuck what my father thinks.”
The Succubus sighed and mumbled about their foul-mouthed prince as Nero walked down the long winding path of hellstone to meet his father.
Vergil was already waiting for him. His tail gently scraped across the ground as his horns calmly smoldered.
“Nero.” Vergil acknowledged as his son approached.
“Father.”
Vergil let out an appreciative hum and looked over his son. “I see I made a good choice when selecting your robes.”
Nero gave his father a rather passive-aggressive smile as his wing hands gently dug into his shoulders. “Bastard.” Nero thought. “Of course, he is going to turn everything into some kind of compliment about himself.”
“Let’s make haste, Nero” Vergil said and held out his arm to his son.
Reluctantly Nero linked his arm with his father. Vergil’s horns burst into a piercing flame as he made his presence known by unmasking his power. The pressure from the sheer amount of power Vergil possessed made his nails dig into his hands. The pure wave of power almost made him stumble when it slammed into him.
Nero is sure the entire castle knows the King's location by now. His father showing off his true power was like a beacon to every demon's senses. There is a reason Nero hates standing directly next to his father every time he does it. A dizzy spell overcomes him that leaves his knees weak just long enough for his father to notice. Of course, the bastard always lets out a smug huff. He is enjoying flexing his powers.
With a wave of Vergil’s hand, the great doors to the throne room swung open. The court was already waiting for them as they walked over the red carpet laid out up to their thrones. With their heads held high they walked up the stairs as one. A variety of demons watched their arrival with either adoring, jealous, hateful, or indifferent eyes.
King Vergil brought law and order to the underworld but not everyone agreed with his leadership. With an iron fist, he ruled them all with no patience for error or failure. Especially with no room for those against his rule.
Nero had only heard stories of his father going up alone against armies single-handedly and coming out on top. Nero can definitely believe it considering the way he disposes of those that dare to challenge him for the throne. The throne room has seen so much bloodshed that he is surprised not everything is permanently stained red.
Vergil held his hand as Nero gracefully lowered himself onto the smaller throne next to his fathers. Vergil’s hand gently ran from near his shoulder down to his hand before he turned to sit on his own throne.
The complete quietness of the room is suddenly broken by Vergil’s voice loudly echoing after he takes a seat.
“ Court is now in session .”
Nero had long since perfected the way of looking like he was paying attention while being completely zoned out. His father could drone on and on for hours on end about the most biennial topics. It was a nightmare to get through as a child but even as an adult it almost bored him to sleep.
A rule here, some unimportant news there. It could go on for hours before anything truly important was even hinted at. Nero had no idea how Vergil had the patience for it. He would have already quit before listening to another demon bemoan how their territory has been trespassed through.
His father suddenly standing up snapped him out of his wandering thoughts. Nero was afraid he missed something important but the chatter amongst the demons cutting out suddenly made him relax a bit. Maybe father was going to announce a new law or something?
"I believe all in attendance will be pleased to know that a new heir is soon to come into this world"
Whispering broke out amongst the demons. The confused and excited chatter barely reached Nero. If he wasn’t sitting next to his father he would have gladly joined them because this was the first time he heard about this as well. Has Father found a mate?! Who would have thought the bastard actually scored with someone again?
Vergil raised one hand and immediately the court fell silent again. With a slight smirk growing on his face he continued.
"My son, Prince Nero, whom all of you know, shall be having the privilege of carrying our future heir"
It was like a bucket of ice crashed down on him as he stared in disbelief at his father's back. He felt like he went up against King Cerberus and got impaled by one of their icicles. A white noise rang through his ears, no coherent thoughts were able to form in his baffled state. Nero didn’t even register the cheers that busted loose from the demons. He felt numb as dread slowly started sinking in.
What. The. FUCK.
“Be mary and Celebrate! We shall be retiring early.” Vergil announced proudly.
In a trance, Nero registered Vergil holding his hand out for him, probably to leave the throne room after the big news. It took more willpower than he expected to lift his hand, let alone stand up from the throne. His hand shook as he slowly took his father's hand. Only years of routine and training allowed him to automatically leave with his father. The shock barely made him register the pain in his shoulders as his wings clench down and rip through the fabric of his silky robes.
He hardly noticed as the doors slammed close behind them and his father guided him to his chambers. Everything was wrong. Dread and a feeling of sickness started to spread through him as they approached his father's chambers. What did he mean by that?! I must have misunderstood. There is no way he just did that.
The elaborate design on the doors blurred together into splashes of colors, he was entirely on autopilot and all his energy was directed on somehow walking straight as he slowly spiraled.
Nero finally snapped back to reality as the door fell closed behind them and Vergil let go of his arm. All the emotions that had been stirring in his mind suddenly got overpowered by a burst of rage as his temper got the best of him. With one clammy hand, he ripped the veil away from his face and chucked it onto the ground.
“What the FUCK was that?!” Nero nearly shouted as his hands formed into fists and shook with anger.
“Language, Nero.” Vergil humpfed as he made his way further into the room and elegantly removed the coat hanging from his shoulders.
“I don’t give a damn what the hell you want! What was that announcement?!”
Vergil let out an annoyed sigh and turned around to face Nero. “We have to keep the bloodline pure, Nero. I wasn’t expecting you to understand.“
His rage was almost boiling at this point, and Nero couldn’t help but shout back.
“You can't just make decisions like that! Are you INSANE? And what about my other parent, huh?! Your precious Sparda bloodline can’t be that pure!”
“Do not remind me of my oath of a twin brother. All the good he did was provide his sperm to continue our bloodline and keep it pure and powerful. We should never dilute the precious blood of the Sparda line.”
“Wait, WHAT?!''
“Quiet! I have heard enough of this. It does not matter to me in the slightest if you consent. You will bear an heir of your own and continue the Sparda line. End of discussion.”
His eyes widened in panic as Vergil finished speaking. For the first time in a long while, Nero felt fear as his father's eyes pierced into his. Before he could react, Vergil roughly snatched his wrist and pulled him deeper into his chambers. Nero stumbled after Vergil while getting increasingly more and more worried as he demanded to know what he was doing.
A firm tug and shove made him fall forward but instead of meeting the cold hard floor, he landed face-first into soft furniture. As quickly as he could Nero propped himself up with his arms and turned his upper body to look back at his father.
Vergil was in the process of loosening his ascot and opening his vest which made Nero's thoughts screech to a halt. With a growing sense of horror, he realized that he wasn’t lying on just any soft surface but on Vergil’s bed. His breath hitched as his eyes widened in disbelief. This must be a nightmare.
“W-what do you think you are doing?!” He shakily shouted.
Vergil didn’t even grace him with an answer and instead pulled off his vest and ascot. He let the clothes fall onto the ground unbothered and got onto the bed with one knee. Nero tried his best to scramble away from his absolutely insane father but a hand caught one of his flailing legs by the ankle and pulled. Nero let out an embarrassingly loud squeak as he was pulled back down to the edge of the bed.
He never thought he would find himself in this position, his robes pulled up to his knees as his father loomed over him shirtless. Nero really felt like the last 5 minutes must be some kind of fever dream but the bruising grip Vergil has on his leg felt too real to be fake.
Vergil’s other hand took hold of his other leg and the ice-cold hands slid up to his knees and pulled his legs apart. Nero’s face immediately flushed and tried to pull his legs out of Vergil’s strong grip.
“Stop struggling” Vergil commanded as he sat down between Nero’s legs.
“SHUT UP!” Nero shouted and lightning-quick threw a punch with his right hand and wing. Vergil reacted just in time and caught both in a crushing grip.
“I should have known. I’m glad I prepared for this.” He let out an almost disappointed sigh. How dare he?!
Nero geared up to shout again but was stopped as Vergil’s hand suddenly clenched down around his throat. The pressure on his throat stopped him in his tracks and he let out a startled gasp. Nero choked as he tried to breathe.
In a desperate attempt to loosen his father's grip, he started to claw at Vergil’s hand to free himself. His claws dug deep into Vergil’s arm and blood started to drip down his arm.
His vision was already getting blurry from the lag of oxygen. Thankfully the pressure suddenly vanished and he gasped for air immediately. He was too slow to notice that Vergil had pulled something out of his pocket before he felt something being put around his neck. Nero instantly tried to rip it off and clawed at the band around his throat.
“D-Did… Did you just put a collar on me?!” Nero shouted in disbelief while still fruitlessly tugging on the collar. Nero threw another punch in the hope to catch his father by surprise but the sudden lack of strength and wings made him pause.
“A very convenient collar of my own making that suppresses demonic powers. I had hoped that I wouldn’t be forced to use this but apparently, I didn’t teach you enough discipline.”
Vergil took hold of the white silk covering the prince and pulled the robe further up over his son’s legs, revealing Nero’s white-lace underwear in the process
“LET ME GO!” Nero screamed in rage and flailed his arms and legs again in an attempt to stop his father in any way possible.
“You are only making this harder on yourself, Nero.” Vergil growled out, his tail lashing back and forth like an aggravated cat.
“NO! FUCK OFF!”
Vergil’s patience quickly ran out when he failed to block one of Nero’s weak punches. With one last deep growl, he bound Nero’s flailing legs behind him with his tail and roughly slammed Nero’s arms down on the bed with his own.
“I really didn’t want to do this but you are leaving me no choice.” Nero squirmed against his father with all his might but stopped in surprise as cold chains clicked close around his wrist.
“ARE YOU INSANE?” Nero cried.
Vergil muttered a quick spell and the chains pulled Nero up to the head of the bed. His arms locked in place at each side of his head as runes started to glow over them. Nero tried to desperately pull on the chains but panicked more and more when they didn’t budge. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.
“Be a good son and cease your struggling. You are only hurting yourself in a foolish attempt to escape the inevitable.”
Nero almost let out a whimper as his breathing started to quicken. This isn’t real This Isn’t Real. THIS ISN'T REAL.
“Stop your panicking at once, I have no time for such trivial manners.” Vergil chided. He slipped off of the bed and removed his shoes and pants in preparation for the main event.
Nero squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back against the pillow while taking shaky breaths. He was almost numb as his father removed his own shoes. He couldn’t even kick him, the bastard was already holding onto his legs again.
Nero had no idea how the dread he was feeling could grow even more but the pit in his stomach was somehow growing deeper and deeper as he felt the bed give away under Vergil’s weight.
Nero took another quivering breath. “I am going to scream at the top of my lungs.” Nero said calmer than he actually felt.
“I am growing tired of your rebelliousness, Nero.”
Nero gathered himself as best as he could and screamed in the direction of the door. “SOMEBODY PLEASE HE-” Nero screamed before something got cramped into his open mouth. He tried to spit out and shake his head but Vergil’s hand clamped down over the fucking gag in his mouth and fastened it around his head.
“This could have been so much easier, Nero." Vergil shook his head in disappointment. "Now then…”
Vergil once again pulled the robe over Nero’s legs and quickly restrained them with his tail again.
He learned by now that he really should not give Nero an inch or he will take a mile.
“What a letdown of a prince you turned out to be… Let’s hope our child will take more after me.”
Vergil did not pay attention to his son's attempted screams through the gag and finally appreciated the view in front of him. Nero was a beautiful specimen of the Sparda line. He had planned to conceive another heir with Nero much sooner but the unplanned rebellious phase made him patiently wait. He really shouldn’t have bothered, if he knew how much Nero fought even now. Nero should be honored to carry his child.
Nero let out a whimper as Vergil ripped apart the underwear and robe he was wearing and spread his thighs apart. Tears formed in his eyes as Nero realized that there is really nothing he could do. Everything he tried failed and the collar completely zapped away his powers. He is completely defenseless against Vergil
He was completely powerless to stop Vergil and all he could do was squeeze his eyes close as he felt what must be Vergil, his fathers , dick rubbing up against his pussy.
He felt disgusted by the way his own body reacted to the unwanted stimulation.
Vergil played with his unwilling body until Nero’s own dick started to harden. Vergil’s cock bumped into his clit and rubbed against his untouched and inexperienced pussy. He pressed his dick up against his opening while pulling at his poor clit.
Nero couldn’t help but squirm in place as he tried to get away from the unwelcome stimuli.
“You better be grateful, child. Others would not have bothered to get you wet.”
Nero shouted another useless “Fuck off” into his gag. Was he supposed to be grateful for getting raped by his own father?! Wasn’t it already bad enough that his body was getting aroused?!
“As much as I enjoy watching you wither beneath me, let's get to the main part, shall we?” Vergil practically purred. He lined himself up against Nero’s opening and pressed his dick into Nero’s tight virgin pussy. Vergil couldn’t help but moan as Nero’s walls clenched down on him.
Nero’s thighs trembled as the tears that had been gathering in his eyes finally ran down his cheeks. It hurt so badly but his own biology betrayed him.
It felt good to have his own father’s dick buried deep inside of him. Like an itch that he had been unaware of for years has finally been itched.
He screamed into the gag and tugged against the restraints when Vergil finally bottomed out and hit something deep inside him. Nero's chest heaved up and down as he tried to breathe through the onslaught of unknown stimulations running through his mind.
Vergil barely gave him enough time to adjust before he set a punishing rhythm and took him for a ride. Nero could only stare numbly as his father pounded away at his pussy. His cock leaked pre-cum against his stomach as the pain slowly started to fade. More and more tears silently ran down his face as he got used to Vergil’s thrust. He didn't want this. How did he end up in this situation? Someone, anyone, please. Help.
Much too soon the pain turned into pleasure and Nero found himself moaning into the gag, as drool slowly crept down his cheek. The sounds coming from between them were incredibly filthy. His entire face must be burning red out of shame by now.
Nero dared to look down at himself and felt his eyes widen at the noticeable bulge his father made in his stomach.
Vergil noticed his staring and pushed into Nero balls deep and gave a satisfied hum. He continued to lazily rut into the tight pussy underneath him. The King ran his hands over Nero’s trembling stomach and rubbed over the bulge his dick made.
“See it as a small preview of what’s to come in the future. You will look exquisite while carrying our child.”
Nero glared at his father with all his might before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as Vergil snapped his hips forward with a sudden thrust that hit a bundle of nerves deep inside of him again.
Vergil smirked as he saw the blissful expression on his son's face. Yes, he should have definitely done this much sooner.
He took hold of his son's hips and kept on hitting his g-spot over and over until he was nothing but a screaming and drooling mess.
The gag barely muffled his screams as Nero reached his orgasm. The prince’s body trembled as he squirted and came all over the both of them. Vergil's front was soaked in his son's pussy juices while Nero’s own cum painted his stomach in spurts of white.
Nero’s vision blurred as his hands clenched down on nothing and his toes curled into the blanket underneath him. All he could hear was a white noise ringing through his ears and his own panting for air around the gag. His entire body was trembling uncontrollably.
Vergil kept on pounding away and all Nero could do was lay there and take it as his overstimulated body withered against the constant assault.
“Get ready to accept my seed, Nero.” Vergil panted.
Nero couldn’t even understand what his father was saying before he felt Vergil shoot his cum deep inside of him, followed by a few violent thrusts that must have bruised his hips.
It took a moment for Nero to realize what just happened to him but the second it did a fresh wave of tears rolled down his eyes. Vergil came inside of him. He really did it.
Any hope that maybe it won't immediately take was quickly destroyed as Vergil opened his mouth again.
“Let’s make sure it takes, shall we?” Vergil smirked as he watched his cum leak out of his son's pussy.
Nero whined into the gag and squeezed his eyes shut again in misery. He was afraid that he was in for a long, long, long night.
The royal chambers of King Vergil were completely quiet save for the squeaking of the bed springs as the King pounded into the Prince's thoughtfully used pussy. The prince’s hands and legs were bound to the headrest of the bed and spread wide to make space for his pregnant belly.
“I knew you would look strikingly beautiful pregnant with our child.” Vergil praised as he ran his hand up and down the swollen stomach.
Nero couldn’t even muster a snarky reply. Most of his rebellious spirit has long since been fucked out of him.
His father never allowed him to leave his chambers anymore. Most of his time in the past few months has been spent tied to his father's bed getting his insides rearranged.
It was like once Vergil got a taste of him he couldn’t stop. Every day he endured his father’s reckless pounding or watched helplessly as he played with his body.
Demonic replicas of dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, beads, and more found their way on or into his body on more than one occasion. Whenever Vergil had to leave he would stick a new toy into his holes or onto his clit and nipples to leave him begging for release once he returned.
Only the kicks of his sibling-children growing in his womb have been keeping him company besides his father.
Oh, how smug his father was when it was confirmed he was carrying twins. If he could, Nero would have loved to punch his father directly in the face but his children have been siphoning his powers so much that the collar wasn’t even needed anymore.
Every day his father found a new way to torment him and it took all his might to not lose his mind and become an empty husk that begged for his father’s pleasure.
Was there even a point in resisting anymore?