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Laid Bare
by George Glass
Summary: Charlie and Vaggie decide to give their new bedroom a proper breaking-in by showing each other something new.
Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS for Hazbin Hotel season 1, especially the season finale.
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“Well,” Vaggie said as she closed the door to her and Charlie’s suite, “that wasn’t your average day.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie asked. “I mean, Lute stabbed you right through the hand, and-”
“For like the fifth time,” Vaggie interrupted, “I’m fine, really. Angels heal fast. By morning there won’t even be a scar.”
Charlie nodded and smiled wanly at her.
“You know,” she said, “now that I know you’re an angel, I realize that it kind of explains some stuff.”
Vaggie’s eye narrowed. “What stuff?”
“Wellllll, you know how they say girls subconsciously want to find a partner who’s like their father?”
“Yeeeesss?” Vaggie replied, not sure she liked where this was going.
“Maybe, without knowing it, I have a thing for fallen angels.”
Vaggie blinked. “I can’t decide if I love that or hate it.”
“Sorry,” Charlie said with that sad, crooked little apology-smile of hers. “I didn’t mean to make things weird.”
“It’s okay. Weird is kind of what we do around here.”
“True,” Charlie replied, nodding and looking around the room. “Even though ‘around here’ is new now.”
“Yeah,” Vaggie agreed, also looking around. “It looks a lot like our old room, but not exactly. For one thing, there’s no stains on the ceiling.”
“Remember when we used to lie in bed and look up at them, and talk about what they looked like? It was like looking up at the clouds and imagining.”
“Sure. If clouds never changed. And had a funky smell. And weren’t necessarily made by water.”
Charlie chuckled. She didn’t mind that Vaggie had a different, often darker view of the world. The truth was, Charlie depended on Vaggie’s penchant for negativity to balance her out—to tone her sometimes blind optimism down to slightly-astigmatic optimism.
“Well,” Charlie said, “since we’re here in our brand-new room, what should we do next?”
“Please don’t say anything about pastels.”
“No, I mean…” She began to unbutton her red jacket and looked suggestively at Vaggie. “…what should we do next?”
Vaggie couldn’t help but grin and nod in a way she was certain made her look like an absolute moron as she replied, “Ohhhhh, right. Like, we should break in our new room. And our new bed.”
Charlie tossed her red suit jacket onto the back of the chair in front of her dressing table and said, “Exactly.”
Vaggie unclipped her hairbow and threw it on top of her dresser as she said, “Actually, I was hoping you’d want to do something like that. Which is why I wore this.”
Vaggie’s long-sleeved top, red vest, black skirt, and dark-gray stockings were all separate articles of clothing, so Charlie wasn’t sure how Vaggie, with a single movement, tore all of them off at once—or how she’d managed to put on a second, completely different outfit underneath. Now, as Vaggie stood with her usual clothes scattered around her on the floor, she was wearing a white corset that was thoroughly embroidered with gold thread and that pushed Vaggie’s small breasts up into eye-drawing mounds. In place of her simple mauve pullup stockings, she wore stockings of delicate white lace. These were held up by a matching garter belt, which was plainly visible because Vaggie’s silky white skirt was so very short that the moment Vaggie took a step toward her, Charlie caught a flash of the outcast angel’s pussy.
As Charlie gazed adoringly and longingly at her beautiful lover, Vaggie’s white wings burst forth and luminesced, bathing the angel’s face and body in pure, heavenly light.
“Ohhhh, mama…” Charlie breathed.
Charlie couldn’t remember any time before when she had been simultaneously so awed and so turned on. Overcome with emotion, she folded her hands against her chest, over her heart, and began to sing.
Whenever you undress for me
It feels like such a gift
Your shoulders bared for me to see
Your beautiful midriff
And when you spread your-
“Nope!” Vaggie interjected, holding up the palms of both hands as the glow from her wings faded away. “Nope nope nope nope nope, I am not up for a song right now.”
“Awwww, but it’s all about how hot you are!” Charlie whined. She waved one hand rapidly up and down at Vaggie’s body and cried, “I mean, wow!”
“Next time,” Vaggie said, firmly taking Charlie’s hand. “Right now, I don’t want any distractions. I just want…” She stepped close and took Charlie’s other hand, too. “…you.”
“Okay,” Charlie replied, her smile returning.
Vaggie looked down at Charlie’s body—fully covered by the demon princess’ red tuxedo pants and long-sleeved white shirt—and added, “Preferably with fewer clothes on.”
Charlie smiled bashfully and replied, “I can do that. But first…”
She waved her hand, and the room went pitch-dark. Then tiny globes of light appeared in the air, casting a soft glow over everything. The globes floated around Charlie and Vaggie slowly and randomly, like a swarm of friendly fireflies.
“Nice,” Vaggie said, turning and putting her side against Charlie’s so they could both gaze at Charlie’s handiwork.
“My dad is the Prince of Darkness and the Bringer of Light,” Charlie said. “I guess I kind of inherited both.” She tilted her head suggestively at Vaggie and added, “Now, as to your request…”
She stepped in front of Vaggie, dropped both hands to her sides, then swept them upward. A rough line of sparkling magic traveled up Charlie’s body, transforming her outfit. Her pointy-toed black-and-white shoes morphed into red stilettos, although with a relatively short heel so that Charlie didn’t tower over Vaggie. Charlie’s red suit-pants gave way to devil-red fishnet stockings and—to Vaggie’s delight—black, high-cut silk panties. The upward-moving line of magical energy left Charlie’s midriff bare, her white dress shirt vanishing to reveal a bra of the same black silk as the panties. At the same time, the spell worked its way up her arms, replacing her sleeves with red fishnet gloves that extended from her shoulders to her wrists and up the backs of her hands.
“Niiiice…” Vaggie murmured.
Charlie put both hands on Vaggie’s face and kissed her. Charlie never failed to appreciate the sweet irony of her tough girlfriend having wonderfully soft lips.
Vaggie ran her hands up and down Charlie’s smooth, pale back. During the day, Charlie was usually so heavily clothed that Vaggie couldn’t touch anywhere near this much of her skin at one time, so she always relished the opportunity to do it when they had private time.
Of course, that wasn’t Vaggie’s only motive for caressing Charlie’s back. The next time her hands made their way up from the princess’ ass to her upper back, Vaggie’s fingers searched Charlie’s bra strap for a clasp. But they didn’t find one.
Charlie broke off the kiss, took a quarter-step back, and touched the spot where the two cups of her black bra connected.
“Looking for this?” she teased, fingering the clasp between the cups.
“Yeah,” Vaggie replied with a grin. Reaching for the clasp with both hands, she said, “Gimme.”
Charlie raised her open hands, surrendering her bra to Vaggie. The angel unhooked it with glee and pulled the cups apart to expose Charlie’s small, firm breasts. Most of their surface was as chalk-white as the rest of her skin, but her nipples were the same red as the rosy spots on her cheeks.
“You’re always hiding these under that tuxedo,” Vaggie said. “I know you’re trying to avoid looking too sexy, but it just makes me want to let them out to play.”
“I think you mean to play with,” Charlie replied teasingly. She leaned down and put her lips to Vaggie’s ear to murmur, “Well, it’s playtime.”
They kissed again, and now Vaggie felt up Charlie’s firm little breasts as eagerly as a teenager on prom night. They had been together for three years, but tonight, being with Charlie felt brand-new. And it wasn’t just because of the new bedroom.
As soon as the kiss was over, Vaggie lowered her face to one of Charlie’s red nipples—being shorter than Charlie helped—and sucked and tongued it eagerly.
“Oooooh, Vaggie…” Charlie sighed, entwining her fingers in the angel’s hair.
Vaggie could have spent the next hour happily ministering to her girlfriend’s sweet little breasts. But she remembered something important and reluctantly raised her face from Charlie’s chest to look in her eyes.
“Now…” Vaggie began, panting a little, “now that you know…about me…there’s something I’ve been wanting to do with you. Even though I’m kind of afraid to try it.”
Charlie looked simultaneously intrigued and concerned as she replied, “What is it? And why are you afraid to try it?”
“Because it’s something Adam taught me. Taught all the exorcists.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Whenever the Angels came down to Hell for an extermination,” Vaggie said, “most of the demons knew they couldn’t fight back, so they just hid. Sometimes, they’d be hard enough to find that we’d be in danger of not making our quota.”
Vaggie shivered at that—using such banal language to describe a massacre. And it was only going to get worse. But she plowed ahead.
“So when we did find one,” Vaggie said, “we’d make them tell us where the others were hiding.”
Slowly, Charlie said. “You…tortured them.”
Vaggie looked down. “Yes. And Adam taught us to use angelic magic to make it worse—to make their pain more intense.”
“That’s awful.”
“Yeah.” Vaggie toed the floor. “It was.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Charlie asked. “And why right now?”
“Because I think there’s another way to use that magic. A way Adam never thought of, because it’s the opposite of what he created it for.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m pretty sure that if it can enhance your pain, it can enhance your pleasure, too.”
Charlie blinked. “Oh. Oh.” Then, blushing, she said, “Then…let’s try it.”
Vaggie smiled and said, “Okay. This is normally a one-way thing, but we’re going to do it as a two-way thing. So just look in my eye, and breathe with me.”
“Looking in your eye,” Charlie replied softly, “is one of my favorite things.”
Vaggie put her hands on Charlie’s shoulders, and Charlie did likewise. Then Charlie began to breathe slowly, in time with Vaggie.
Slowly, the room seemed to grow darker, until the walls and doors faded into blackness. But Charlie could tell that it wasn’t because her light-magic was failing; rather, her senses were increasingly blocking out anything that wasn’t Vaggie. Soon, the world around Charlie was completely dark, and all she could see was her lover’s beautiful face and body. Charlie could smell her scent with every breath, feel the warmth of her on her skin. Vaggie was all she could perceive, and all she could think about.
“Vaggie…” she whispered. “You’re…everything…”
Vaggie had already forgotten the details of what was happening, and even that she had instigated it. All she was aware of right now was Charlie. And the moment Charlie spoke, Vaggie wanted nothing but more of her. So she seized Charlie’s rosy-cheeked face and kissed her.
The moment their lips touched, Vaggie wanted even more. She held Charlie tight, exulting in Charlie’s softness and warmth and scent and most of all the sweet-hot taste of her. Vaggie thrust her tongue deep into Charlie’s mouth, wanting to experience with her every taste bud the intoxicating flavor of her.
Now it was Charlie who put her hands on Vaggie’s face, gently separating their tongues and lips so that Charlie could look in Vaggie’s eye.
“Vaggie…” she gasped. “Show me…more…of you…”
Suddenly Vaggie craved the sensation of Charlie’s eyes on her naked flesh. She loosened the laces of her corset and let the garment slide down to expose her breasts with their erect, deep-purple nipples. For a moment, Charlie looked at these with the big eyes of a child gazing through the front window of a large candy store, delighted at the sight of the treats beyond. Then Charlie lowered her head and kissed Vaggie’s nipples, loving and savoring the taste of her.
“Oh God…baby…yes…” Vaggie moaned, wrapping her arms around Charlie’s head.
For a bit, Vaggie closed her eye and drank in the sensations that Charlie’s mouth and tongue were giving her, which would have been delicious under normal circumstances and were absolutely exquisite now. But Vaggie now remembered that she had invoked this special magic chiefly for Charlie’s benefit, not her own. So eventually, Vaggie put her hands on Charlie’s face and pulled it up to look at her.
Her voice like a warm breeze, Vaggie said, “Your turn. Lie down.”
Charlie smiled breathlessly. “Okay.”
She lay back on the bed, and her smile grew when Vaggie put her hands on Charlie’s thighs, spread the demon princess’ legs, then hooked her fingers in the crotch of Charlie’s black silk panties and pulled it to one side.
Vaggie felt a warm flush spread throughout her body when she saw Charlie’s pussy open, seemingly of its own volition, under Vaggie’s gaze. It was inviting her in. And Vaggie wasn’t about to decline the invitation.
Now, Vaggie thought, let’s warm her up.
The moment Vaggie’s fingertip landed gently on the hood of Charlie’s clit, Charlie let out a moan. And when Vaggie began making little circles, the moaning continued, softly but without pause.
Charlie felt as though she were floating in a warm, lightless place where there was only herself, Vaggie, and the pleasure Vaggie was giving her. Vaggie’s finger on her clit was becoming her whole world, and she never wanted Vaggie to stop doing what she was doing.
Not only did Vaggie keep going, but Charlie felt another of the angel’s fingers touch her sex, this time at her entrance. Charlie sucked in a breath in anticipation, then let it out in a long moan as Vaggie pushed that finger all the way inside her.
“Oh…oh Vaggie…” Charlie moaned as her lover began moving that finger slowly in and out of her. “You make me feel…so good…”
Teasingly, Vaggie replied, “If you think that feels good…”
Charlie felt a pang of disappointment when that skillful, perfect fingertip left her clit. But her disappointment vanished in an instant when she felt Vaggie’s warm breath in that same place, and then the tip of her tongue.
“AHHH!” Charlie cried, and Vaggie felt her lover’s pussy squeeze around her finger as the princess came. Vaggie grinned; Charlie had always loved her oral technique, and apparently the anticipation plus the pleasure-enhancing effect of Vaggie’s spell had been enough to set her off on the very first touch of her tongue.
Well then, Vaggie thought, let’s reload her for another shot.
She gave Charlie a moment to recover, still slowly pumping her finger in the demon’s pussy but leaving her clit alone for the moment. But as soon as Charlie’s breathing decelerated from panting to merely heavy, Vaggie again leaned down and gently tongued Charlie’s clit.
Despite her recent climax, Charlie felt as though she were being consumed by flames of joy and desire. Every delicate touch of Vaggie’s tongue on Charlie’s clit ignited sparks of pleasure that coursed through Charlie’s body: down her thighs, up her belly, and down the length of her love-tunnel and into her very core.
“Oh God…” Charlie moaned. “Ohhhh, Vaggie…You’re making me…making me so…ohhhhhhh…”
Vaggie smiled inwardly as she kept licking. In all of Heaven and Hell, there was no sound she loved more than that of Charlie in the throes of pleasure. Especially when it was Vaggie giving her that pleasure.
But Vaggie knew that Charlie wasn’t the type to just lie back and receive; she had to participate, to give back. So Vaggie wasn’t at all surprised when Charlie panted, “Vaggie…let me…do this…too…”
Vaggie sat up and turned around to lie down on top of Charlie in a sixty-nine position. Almost the moment her pussy came into contact with Charlie’s face, the demon princess began to lick it with her hot, disproportionately long tongue. Vaggie gasped with pleasure as Charlie tongued every millimeter of her vulva, from her clit to her entrance.
But much as Vaggie was enjoying this, this was her plan to make Charlie feel good, and she wasn’t going to let Charlie take the focus off of herself. So Vaggie pushed her face between Charlie’s milk-white thighs and thrust her tongue inside her. She used her finger to rub Charlie’s clit as she tongue-fucked the demon princess.
“Oh! Oh Vaggie…” Charlie gasped, then began licking Vaggie’s pussy more vigorously than before.
Under Vaggie’s angelic spell, it didn’t take long before Charlie was gasping and moaning, her chest heaving.
“Vaggie…” she gasped, “I think…I think I’m gonna…gonna…”
Vaggie stopped licking and rubbed Charlie’s clit rapidly as she panted, “Do it, baby…cum for me…”
Charlie plunged her face back down between Vaggie’s thighs and tongue-fucked the angel so deep and so hard that Vaggie lost all self-control and just thrashed and screamed. Then Charlie had to stop licking and scream even louder than Vaggie, her white thighs gripping the purple-skinned angel’s head.
Vaggie rolled off Charlie, and they both panted for breath as they looked up at the gently swirling points of light above them. Vaggie propped her head up on a pillow so she could look at Charlie’s face. When Vaggie saw Charlie’s big, open-mouthed smile and a pink haze of bliss in her eyes, Vaggie grinned with satisfaction.
Go fuck yourself, Adam, she thought. I took the hideous power you gave me, and I made it into something beautiful.
Charlie turned herself around on the bed so that her head was next to Vaggie’s.
“That was amazing,” Charlie breathed. “You made me feel so good…”
Vaggie grinned again. “We can do that some more, if you want.”
“Oh, definitely. But right now, I wanna do something you want.”
“Well,” Vaggie replied, “there is something…”
“What? I’ll do anything you want.”
Vaggie let out a breath, then said, “During the fight, being so close to Adam and Lute…being touched by them…” Vaggie shivered. “I really hated it. It’s like they turn holiness into something disgusting, something vile, and I feel like, like they contaminated me with it.”
She looked at Charlie with a knife-edge smile and added, “So I want you to fuck it out of me.”
“Oh my,” Charlie said. With a nervous yet giddy chuckle, she added, “How is it that the angel in the room has a dirtier mind than the hellspawn?”
Charlie had clearly meant the question as a joke, yet Vaggie’s tone was sober and a little bit breathy as she answered.
“I don’t have a dirtier mind than yours. You just don’t want to believe how dirty your own mind is.”
She took Charlie’s hand and put it on her own mauve thigh as she went on, “I know what goes on deep down inside your mind. Those dirty…” She moved Charlie’s hand an inch up her thigh. “…filthy…” Another inch. “…perverted…depraved thoughts…”
Now, Vaggie moved Charlie’s hand until it was cupping her pussy as she said, “Time to let them out. Time to do all the terrible, savage things you’ve ever wanted to do to me.”
Charlie blinked, “What makes you think I want to-?”
“C’mon, don’t be like that,” Vaggie interrupted. “Being a demon is who you are. And I love everything you are. So let your demon side out of the cage.”
Vaggie took both of Charlie’s hands in hers and looked her in the eye as she said, “I want you to touch every part of me, take every part of me, inside and out.”
Charlie took a deep breath, and as she let it out, the anxiety and denial drained away from her face. Then, as Charlie looked at Vaggie—looked at all of Vaggie, taking in her beautiful body as well as her face—red horns grew from the demon princess’ head. Her eyes glowed red, and her incisors lengthened into fangs, revealed by the increasingly feral smile on Charlie’s face.
This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Vaggie thought.
It wasn’t just because Vaggie might have developed a little bit of a demon fetish. It was because Charlie was showing Vaggie a side of herself that she shied away from showing anyone. It was like Charlie was stripping naked for her all over again.
Charlie seized Vaggie by the shoulders, and Vaggie could feel Charlie’s long claws on her upper arms as the demon princess pulled her close.
“Oh, is that what you want?” Charlie growled.
Vaggie’s voice was an exhale. “Oh fuck yes.”
Charlie let go of Vaggie’s shoulders and raked her claws across her lover’s midsection, scarcely scratching her purple skin but tearing her white corset to shreds. Another swipe did the same to Vaggie’s silky white miniskirt, sending tatters flying.
The shreds of her clothes hanging from her body, Vaggie took a step back—not out of fear, but to take in the sight of Charlie in her full demonic form. She was terrifying, and magnificent. Her red horns with their slight backward curve made her look a head taller; her upper and lower fangs were long triangles that meshed neatly in her mouth; her eyes were bigger, and the whites had turned red while her red irises had turned white.
Vaggie had witnessed these changes a few times before, on the rare occasions when she’d seen Charlie become enraged. But this time, her transformation was not a manifestation of wrath, but of lust, which meant that the changes didn’t stop with Charlie’s face. Her chest also expanded, to a degree that Vaggie thought might have snapped Charlie’s bra like an overstretched rubber band if Charlie hadn’t already taken it off. Which perhaps explained why Charlie quickly shucked off her black panties—her hips were widening too, perhaps farther than the silk undergarment could take. Vaggie grinned as she saw Charlie’s blonde bush and a hint of her red pussylips.
When Charlie straightened up again, she looked right at Vaggie, giving her the toothiest smile Vaggie had ever seen. Which, after three years in Hell, really meant something.
“What are you going to do to me?” Vaggie asked, her voice tremulous with excitement.
“I’m going to take you,” Charlie rasped. “Every inch of you.”
Now Vaggie realized that there was a second reason why Charlie had taken off her panties. As Vaggie watched, Charlie’s clit thickened and elongated, growing longer inch by inch into something very much like a cock. But as it continued to grow, it diverged into two members, separating back down to the base into two complete members.
“Do you like what you see, my little angel?” Charlie growled. “This is all for you. ALL for you.”
“Holy shit,” Vaggie gasped, a little anxiety mixing in with her excitement as she stared at Charlie’s cocks. They were now longer than her hand and thicker than two of her fingers, yet they were still growing.
Charlie stepped forward, again seized Vaggie’s upper arms in her clawed hands, and kissed her hard, plunging her tongue into the angel’s mouth. Charlie’s tongue had also grown longer and thicker, such that it filled Vaggie’s mouth completely. Vaggie closed her lips around its girth and sucked it eagerly, wanting even more of it, more of her.
Charlie pulled Vaggie’s body tight against her own. The demon princess pushed her enlarged breasts against Vaggie’s small ones as her still-growing clit-cocks pressed against Vaggie’s flat purple belly.
Now, Charlie’s love and desire for Vaggie were mixing with a demonic lust more powerful than any Charlie had ever allowed herself to feel. She reminded herself that it was okay—that this was what Vaggie wanted.
Charlie shoved Vaggie back onto the bed and landed on top of her, Charlie’s chalk-white hips pushing Vaggie’s mauve thighs wide open. Vaggie wrapped her legs around Charlie’s waist and kissed her even harder, trying to get more of Charlie’s tongue into her mouth. Charlie took a long moment to deeply tongue-fuck Vaggie’s mouth before breaking off the kiss and rearing up to show Vaggie what was now Charlie’s fully transformed body: her hot-coal eyes, her prominent fangs, her swollen breasts with their outthrust nipples, and most of all her two cocks, now fully grown. Vaggie gasped at the sight of them; the upper one was as long and thick as Vaggie’s forearm, while the lower one was just as long and only slightly less girthy.
Charlie’s voice was low and raspy as she said, “Ready to take these…and to be taken?”
“Yes,” Vaggie breathed.
She realized that Charlie’s strength had been enhanced, too, when Charlie seized Vaggie’s legs behind the knees and pushed them up onto her shoulders. Then Charlie came down onto Vaggie, her shoulders pinning Vaggie’s legs on either side of her torso, her big breasts pressing down on Vaggie’s chest.
“Mine,” Charlie snarled.
“Yours,” Vaggie whispered. “All yours.”
To some, Charlie’s appearance at that moment would have been frightening, but Vaggie wasn’t afraid. Or rather, she was afraid, but in the way that one feels afraid when the rollercoaster is climbing up the steepest part of the track.
“Then I’m taking it all,” Charlie growled.
Charlie got up off of her. But Vaggie only had a moment to be surprised before Charlie pulled her off the bed and forced her down onto her knees on the thickly carpeted floor. Then Charlie thrust her upper cock against Vaggie’s face.
“Suck,” Charlie hissed.
Vaggie knew exactly what Charlie was demanding. She wasn’t looking for kissing or tongue-play, because she wouldn’t have needed cocks for that. This was about penetration, and knowing that made Vaggie shiver with lust.
She took Charlie’s cockhead into her mouth. Even though Vaggie generally preferred women to men, she was no stranger to cock, so she knew that moving her lips up and down the first few inches of Charlie’s member was likely to be pleasurable for her demon lover. At the same time, Vaggie took hold of Charlie’s lower cock and pleasured it with both hands.
Indeed, Charlie seemed to enjoy this, judging from the feral grunts and purring growls that issued from her throat. But that only went on for about a minute until Charlie spoke again.
“Deeper,” she grated.
Vaggie looked up into Charlie’s red eyes. The fallen angel would have smiled if her mouth weren’t full of cock, because this was exactly the side of her demon lover that she’d been hoping to see. Charlie rarely demanded anything of Vaggie, even though she knew—or Vaggie at least hoped she knew—that Vaggie would do anything for her. So for her to demand this, now, excited the angel.
Still looking up at Charlie’s face, Vaggie doubled her range of motion, taking not only Charlie’s cockhead but also the next few inches of her member into her mouth each time she pushed her head forward.
“Yessss…” Charlie hissed. “DEEPER…”
Vaggie went even further, letting Charlie’s cock go all the way to the back of her throat each time Vaggie bobbed her head. Again, she heard Charlie make that purring growl.
This time, Vaggie didn’t wait for Charlie to demand more. After bobbing her head a few more times, she inhaled deeply through her nose, then thrust her head forward and swallowed hard, simultaneously pushing and pulling Charlie’s thick cockhead into and down her throat.
“Ahhhhhhh…” Charlie moaned.
Vaggie kept pushing and swallowing, gagging a little but not feeling any discomfort because taking Charlie so deep inside her was giving her a high like none she’d ever experienced. She reached around Charlie and grabbed two handfuls of her ass so that Vaggie could pull her head even farther forward and swallow even more of her lover’s cock. Charlie’s moans and growls grew louder.
Vaggie was now swallowing enough of Charlie’s upper cock that her chest was close to the lower one. So Vaggie briefly let go of Charlie’s ass, took hold of the princess’ lower cock, and tucked it between her small breasts, using her upper arms to squeeze them around the long shaft.
But most of Vaggie’s attention was devoted to swallowing even more of Charlie’s thick upper member. Every inch that went down her throat seemed to trigger a burst of pleasure that exploded outward from the center of her chest and made her tingle inside and out. She grabbed Charlie’s ass again and forced her head forward, feeling Charlie’s cockhead stretch ring after ring of muscle deep in Vaggie’s throat. Until, at last, Vaggie’s nose was in Charlie’s little blonde bush.
With all that cock down her throat, Vaggie couldn’t even try to speak. But as she looked up into Charlie’s beautiful, terrifying eyes, she hoped that Charlie could see her meaning on her face.
You’re all the way down to my stomach, she thought. I’m so full of you, and it’s GOOD…
Charlie smiled down at her with that mouthful of sharp teeth. Then she put both of her clawed hands on Vaggie’s head, gripping it firmly.
“Time to fuck that angel face.”
Vaggie tightened her grip on Charlie’s ass, bracing herself physically and mentally for what was about to happen. Then Charlie, her strength enhanced by demonic lust, fucked Vaggie’s throat hard, fast, and very, very deep. Vaggie’s throat undulated and spasmed with the movement inside it, and Vaggie could feel Charlie’s thick cockhead plunging down it again and again, pumping, fucking, taking. Charlie had never used her like this before, and it felt like the sexiest, hottest privilege, not just to see Charlie’s unfettered demonic lust but to be the object of it.
Vaggie couldn’t speak, but in her mind, she cried, Yes, Charlie, fuck my throat! Fuck me to my core! Invade me, plunder me, TAKE ME!
Even in her current state, Charlie could have stopped herself if she believed she was doing something Vaggie really didn’t want. But although Charlie couldn’t hear Vaggie’s thoughts, she could sense the angel’s eagerness. And Charlie was very, very glad there was no need to stop, because all she wanted to do right now was fuck her beautiful angel’s face.
Pumping hard, Charlie rasped, “I’m going…to cum…down…your throat…and fill…your belly…”
Yes, yes, yes, Vaggie pleaded silently. I want to feel that, I NEED to feel that!
“Ah! Ah! AH!” Charlie cried. Then she roared “AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHAAAAAAAH!” and shoved her cock as far down Vaggie’s throat as it would go as hot liquid gushed from it into Vaggie’s stomach while Charlie’s other cock hosed Vaggie’s face and neck. It wasn’t semen—it was Charlie’s vaginal fluids, which Vaggie could tell by feel alone. But it was so hot, and there was so much, and then Vaggie was screaming silently with her own climax as Charlie’s hot fluid flowed down her body and over her pussy.
When she was finished cumming, Charlie pulled her cock out of Vaggie’s throat very slowly—not just to avoid hurting the angel, but to ensure that Vaggie felt Charlie’s cockhead touch every ring of her throat muscles one last time on its way out, reminding her of how deeply Charlie had penetrated her. She felt Vaggie shudder with orgasmic aftershocks.
Finally, Charlie’s cockhead came free of Vaggie’s mouth with a wet pop, and Vaggie panted—not just because she was out of breath, but also because she was excited over what was surely coming next. Charlie took Vaggie’s chin in her clawed fingers and made the purple-skinned angel look up at her.
“You know why I have TWO cocks, don’t you?” Charlie rasped.
Panting with lust, Vaggie gasped, “I really hope I do.”
“Then get ready.”
Vaggie literally jumped back onto the bed, then yanked open her nightstand drawer and madly rummaged through its contents until she found what she was looking for: a sixteen-ounce bottle of lubricant, which in Hell was the smallest size lube came in. She flipped open the cap, then glanced back at Charlie’s two cocks before squirting a big dollop of lube into her open hand.
As Charlie watched, her breathing ragged with demonic lust, Vaggie thickly coated two of her fingers in lube. Kneeling, she bent forward and supported herself with one hand while she pushed those two fingers into her own deep-purple asshole.
“Yessssss,” Charlie hissed. “Nice and deep, now…”
Vaggie pushed her fingers all the way into her ass. She continued looking back at Charlie and the expression of animal lust on the princess’ beautiful demon-face, which was ramping up Vaggie’s own lust more every second.
“Take me,” Vaggie said, unable to speak in more than a gasping whisper. “Fuck me, please, fuck me deep…”
Charlie gave her that toothy, lustful smile again. “I will take you deeper than anyone has ever dared.”
Vaggie was about to put her forearms on the bed so Charlie could take her from behind, but then she had a better idea. She turned over on her back, grabbed her legs behind the knees, and pulled them up, presenting both of her holes to her lover and angling them just right for Charlie’s two cocks. Charlie, holding a cock in each hand, moved up to the edge of the bed and positioned her cockheads against Vaggie’s lower holes.
“Now,” Charlie said, “I will take you as only a demon can.”
“Yes, please, yes,” Vaggie breathed.
“Here they come,” Charlie snarled.
Charlie saw how wet and ready Vaggie’s lower holes were, and she knew that Vaggie would be disappointed if Charlie was anything less than rough with her. Which was good, because cumming down Vaggie’s throat and on much of her body had not sated Charlie’s lust at all, but had only given her a powerful appetite for more.
So Charlie didn’t ease in; with one forceful shove of her hips, she thrust fully half the length of her twin shafts into Vaggie’s pussy and asshole. Vaggie cried out in ecstasy, the mere penetration making her cum.
“Good,” Charlie grated. “Have some more.”
She shoved her hips forward again, driving her members in so deep that the head of her upper cock hit Vaggie’s cervix hard. Vaggie moaned and writhed with both pain and pleasure.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Again…make me feel it…”
“Oh, I will.”
Charlie pulled back and thrust in hard again, and again, and again, her cocks plunging deep into Vaggie’s pussy and asshole. At the same time, Charlie pressed her lips hard against Vaggie’s and thrust her tongue deep into the angel’s mouth, thus penetrating all three ways at once.
“MMMMPH!” Vaggie screamed into Charlie’s mouth as she came again.
Charlie abruptly pulled her face away from Vaggie’s and pumped her faster. Every punch of her cockhead against Vaggie’s cervix sent shocks of pain and pleasure through the angel’s whole being.
“Your body craves me,” Charlie rasped as she fucked her lover. “I feel it begging for more. I will give it more.”
As Charlie continued hammering Vaggie’s pussy and asshole and especially her cervix, Vaggie could feel that tight little gateway inside her start to give way. Every hit forced it open just a little wider, sending even more powerful jolts of agonizing ecstasy through Vaggie’s body again and again. And now, Vaggie realized what Charlie had meant about giving her “more.”
“Yes,” Vaggie whimpered. “Yes, please, take me, take all of me…”
Charlie smiled toothily at Vaggie, then shoved her cocks in even harder.
The panting Charlie growled, “Now…it’s time…to go DEEP…”
“Yes,” Vaggie gasped. “Yes…deep…go deep!”
Charlie pulled her hips back until only the heads of her cocks remained inside Vaggie. Then she cried, “HAH!” and thrust in with all her might.
The head of her upper cock punched Vaggie’s cervix hard enough to force it open wide and then plunge through into Vaggie’s womb. Vaggie shrieked with pain and pleasure more powerful than any she had ever felt. She screamed at being violated in a place so deep, where none were ever meant to go, and she screamed because it was Charlie in that place, filling her and fucking her and loving her like no one else ever had or ever could.
“OH GOD!” Vaggie screamed, climaxing hard. “CHARLIE! OH GOD!”
Vaggie’s pussy, asshole, and cervix squeezed Charlie’s cocks with immense force, but not enough to stop Charlie from fucking the angel hard and deep. It felt so good to bury her cocks in Vaggie’s womb and the depths of her bowels, and all she wanted to do was pump those places so hard that Vaggie would never forget how deep Charlie had gone inside her.
Grunting and growling like a ravening beast, Charlie fucked Vaggie even harder. Vaggie’s gasps and moans became screams, and Charlie held Vaggie down by her upper arms with her strong, clawed hands as she pounded her lover. And then Charlie felt her own orgasm surging up within her and there was no time to say or do anything but roar “HUAAAAAARRRAAAAAAAGH!” and thrust in as deep as she could go as her two cocks flooded Vaggie’s body with hot girl-cum. Vaggie screamed and thrashed in Charlie’s grip, and her belly swelled with Charlie’s fluid until it pressed against her lover’s stomach.
Finally, Charlie’s demon-body ceased pumping hot girl-cum into Vaggie’s depths. As the panting Charlie rolled off of Vaggie, her cocks shrank back down and became her clitoris once again, and her horns and fangs shortened to their usual length. Vaggie simply lay there limply, fluids leaking generously from her lower holes.
The floating lights winked out. Now, Charlie and Vaggie lay side by side in total darkness. Charlie, exhausted, could hear Vaggie panting.
“Are you…okay?” Charlie asked timidly.
“I’m so much better than okay,” Vaggie replied. “That was amazing.”
“Oh. I, I’m glad you…liked it.”
Vaggie blindly felt for Charlie’s hand, found it, and held it firmly.
“Look,” Vaggie said, “I know what I just saw is only one part of you, and not the part you’re the most comfortable with. But you need to understand that I love all of you. I love sweet, caring, crazy-dreamer Charlie, and I love strong-leader Charlie, and I love scary-demon Charlie. Because they’re all you. Maybe you don’t accept them all, but I do.”
“I feel the same way about you,” Charlie replied, rolling onto her side and putting her arm around Vaggie. “You are…my magical angel.”
Vaggie turned on her side and snuggled close to Charlie as she said, “Coming from you, ‘magical’ means a lot.”
“It’s meant to.”
They lay quietly for a moment, listening to each other breathe. Then Vaggie yawned and stretched before snuggling back up to Charlie.
“Well,” Vaggie said, “I think we definitely broke in our new room.”
“Yeahhhh,” Charlie replied, “I’m a little afraid to turn on the lights and see what we did to it. Especially the bed.”
“I’m not worried. We rebuilt the whole damn hotel; rehabbing one room should be a cinch.”
Charlie was about to reply when a strange, high voice snickered, “Heeheeheehee.”
“Um,” Charlie said, “is somebody in here?”
Vaggie flicked on the side table lamp. There in the room’s two red-velvet-upholstered easy chairs sat cyclopean-eyed housekeeper Niffty, her short legs dangling.
“Hi!” Niffty shouted, raising her arm high and waving at them as though they were a mile away.
“Nifftyyyyy…” Vaggie growled, “what are you doing in here?”
“I heard all the screaming. And the growling. And more screaming,” Niffty replied, rubbing her small hands together.
“So,” Charlie said, “you came to make sure no one was hurt?”
Niffty chuckled. “Naaaaaah. But if you want a third next time, call me.” With an unnerving giggle, she added, “I like bad girls, too.” Then she skittered out the door.
“We have got to keep her out of here,” Vaggie said.
“She’s the maid,” Charlie replied. “She has keys to every room.”
She snuggled back up to Vaggie and said, “Let’s make that a tomorrow problem.”
“Sounds good,” Vaggie replied, and turned off the light.
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Many thanks to Jomahawk for both alpha- and beta-reading. And thank you for reading! If you are kind enough to review this story, I’ll respond to your review here: https://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/65986-george-glass-fanfic-review-response-thread/page/2/
Author notes:
- The idea for this story came from Jomahawk, who also betaed it and came up with a lot of ideas for what Charlie and Vaggie would wear during their tryst. Many of my stories, even the ones he didn’t beta, have been improved by what I’ve learned from him about sexy wardrobe.
- The title, “Laid Bare,” is a double entendre that refers both to Charlie and Vaggie getting naked for each other and to each of them exposing a side of themselves that the other rarely sees.
- Charlie refers to her father as “the Bringer of Light,” which is the literal meaning of “Lucifer.”
- When I finished my first draft of this story, I used Word’s Find/Replace function to search for every instance of the word “eyes” and change it to “eye” wherever it described Vaggie, because while I was writing I kept forgetting that she only has one.
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