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Charlie watched over the hotel lobby from the second-floor railing with a mischievous glint in her eye. The newly reopened hotel was empty, save for a few original guests from before the Extermination, but the front desk was not left unmanned. Or, in this case, unwomaned.
Crimson eyes trailed over the curve of Vaggie’s backside as she leaned over the reception desk and a long, forked tongue shot out to lick black lips. Her girlfriend always looked so good in her pencil skirt, but there was something about this specific moment that had Charlie’s heart pounding in her chest, spreading a heat down her spine and into her belly. She could feel a familiar itch scratching at her scalp from her horns threatening to burst through as the shivers down her spine stretched passed where her tailbone should have ended.
"Hey, Vaggie," Charlie called from the banister. There was a purr rumbling in her tone that made the hair on the back of Vaggie’s neck stand on end. She blushed faintly and swallowed before looking up over her shoulder.
"Yes, hun?" Vaggie replied calmly despite the sudden warmth flooding her chest and lower belly.
Charlie smiled innocently as she prowled down the stairs. Each step was deliberate and silent as her eyes locked onto the fallen angel like a predator eyeing its prey. When she reached the bottom, she slinked over to the reception desk and rested her elbows on the polished surface. Her movements were fluid and graceful in her pseudo demon form that wasn’t quite as pronounced when she was prancing around the hotel on a normal day.
Long, black nails danced across the desk as she propped her chin in her hand and stared at her angel with a smoldering stare. “Want to see a trick?” She purred.
Before Vaggie could even reply, she watched in disbelief as the demon princess playfully stuck out her tongue. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Charlie began to twist her tongue in intricate loops, almost as if performing a bizarre tongue-twister for an audience of one. Vaggie's gaze couldn't help but dart behind her girlfriend, where she noticed with a mix of surprise and fascination that her long, devil tail was mirroring her antics. The tail's spines quivered eagerly against the cord it was tying, adding an unexpected charm to the scene.
"Wanna see what else my tongue can do?" Charlie teased as she mumbled around the heart-shaped knot in her tongue. She winked playfully at the lightly golden blush coloring the angel’s cheeks in front of her.
Vaggie felt a rush of warmth spread through her, a familiar sensation whenever Charlie indulged in her playful side. "Ch-Charlie, we are in the lobby!" she scolded in a whisper, glancing around nervously to ensure no one else was witnessing this intimate display.
Charlie's smile widened and she swiftly moved behind the reception desk. She dropped to her knees in front of Vaggie, ignoring the hardwood floor biting into her knees as she stroked strong thighs. The contrast between her dark claws and the smooth grey skin sent a thrill up Vaggie's spine as Charlie's touch traced patterns, leaving behind slightly raised skin and gold marks from the blood rising to the surface.
"It's not like we haven't had a quickie in the hotel halls before," Charlie purred softly. Her voice was a sultry whisper that resonated with memories of their stolen moments.
Vaggie's breath caught in her throat, torn between arousal and caution. "Charlie, that's different," she managed to croak. "Those were... usually... in the middle of the night during our rounds. It's the middle of the day!"
Charlie leaned closer. Her hot breath ghosted over Vaggie's sensitive skin. "So what?" she murmured. Her eyes shimmered with mischief. "Live a little, Babe. What's the point of running this hotel if we can't find time to relax and enjoy each other?"
Vaggie tried to muster a protest, but her words dissolved into a soft gasp as Charlie's tongue flicked out and traced a line up her thigh. Her resolve wavered, the heat in her belly intensifying. "But what if someone sees us?" she whispered.
A low and tantalizing chuckle vibrated in Charlie’s throat. "Let them watch," she said. "Maybe they'll learn a thing or two about having a good time."
As Charlie's hands continued their tantalizing journey, Vaggie glanced around the lobby. She half-expected someone to walk in at any moment. The thought sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through her, heightening her senses. Her heart pounded in her chest. Each beat echoed the rhythm of her desire as it pulsed in her lower belly and caused heated slick to drip down her thighs.
“Fuck! These panties are ruined!” she growled mentally. Another drag of dark claws trailing around her thighs to cup her ass caused a groan to escape her lips.
"Charlie," she breathed. “Fuck… mi amor…
"Is that a 'no'?" Charlie whispered. Her tongue continued to trail across trembling skin to the edge of Vaggie's skirt before she nipped at the dark fabric. "I need to hear a clear 'no,' babe."
Vaggie blushed furiously as she felt the forked tongue wiggle past her skirt and tease the edge of her panties. She slammed her hands on the desk with a groan as heat pulsed between her legs and her walls clenched around nothing. "Oh... fuck... yes!" she gasped as the last remaining shred of her resolve crumbled.
"That's the spirit," Charlie murmured hotly. She pulled black, satin underwear to the side and licked a long strip up Vaggie’s slit, moaning at the sweet, heady taste exploding across her taste buds, before stuffing her long tongue deep into her pussy. A hungry moan vibrated in her throat as she fully sheathed the elongated appendage into her girlfriend. Her nose nudged the exposed clit, and Vaggie couldn't help but arch her back in response.
Vaggie gasped, her abs clenching as she felt Charlie's tongue wiggle like a wave deep in her core. Desperately trying to maintain some semblance of discretion, she bit her lip and dragged her nails across the desk surface. "Ch-Charlie... f-fuck... shit... ah!" she stammered. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she gouged shallow ruts into the wood.
Charlie started twirling her tongue like a corkscrew, ensuring she tasted every inch of the walls pouring in scalding heat. Her tongue felt like it was melting in the boiling lava of Wrath as she continued to writhe her tongue. Her claws dug into the backs of Vaggie's thighs, pulling her girlfriend closer so she could scrape her fangs against the swollen clit.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Vaggie's knees buckled, forcing her to cling to the desk for support. Her mind flashed to the image of Mufasa clinging to the edge of the gorge in The Lion King, and she gripped the edge of the desk in a desperate attempt to ground herself. Sweat slicked across her back and caused her shirt to cling to her skin uncomfortably.
“Fuck… Charlie… You and that tongue of yours…”
Vaggie felt the waves of pleasure building within her, her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps. Her fingers clutched the desk with a white-knuckled grip, and her hips instinctively pushed against Charlie's insistent mouth. The combination of her girlfriend's tongue and the scrape of her fangs was driving her to the brink.
Her legs shook uncontrollably as a maelstrom of fire and electricity coursed through her veins. She tasted the faint tang of blood as she bit her lip hard enough to break the skin, trying to stifle her cries. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Charlie. Close. So close," she gasped, her voice rising in pitch with each word.
Charlie growled hungrily as she slurped and lapped up the dripping slick pouring down her chin and over her tongue. The vibrations added to the intense sensations her girlfriend was already creating. She sped up her movements, humming against Vaggie's sensitive clit.
With a deft flick and swirl of her tongue, she dove it deep into Vaggie’s pussy until the thickest part was resting at her entrance and doubled it back. She folded her tongue over until the forked tip wiggled back out, creating a thicker, more powerful appendage. She thrust her tongue in and out of Vaggie's wanting heat. Each motion sending jolts of pleasure through her girlfriend's body.
The tip of her tongue thrashed against Vaggie's clit with each thrust, intensifying the sensation and driving the angel wild with desire. The increased girth of Charlie's doubled-over tongue spread Vaggie wider, filling her completely and leaving her teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Vaggie's hands clawed desperately at the desk. Her nails dug deeper into the wood as she tried to maintain her composure. Each thrust of Charlie's tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making it nearly impossible to keep quiet. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious friction, as her body begged for release. The relentless assault on her clit was overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.
Charlie's growls deepened. The vibrations traveled through her tongue and into Vaggie's pussy to shake her walls. She worked her tongue with expert precision, thrusting deeply while the tip continued its merciless attack on Vaggie's swollen nub. The combination of deep penetration and intense clitoral stimulation was driving Vaggie to madness, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she felt her orgasm building to a fever pitch.
"Charlie... oh god... don't stop," Vaggie whimpered desperately. She could feel her wings itching to spring out behind her, but she fought to keep them at bay. She couldn’t let them give away their secret activities.
Not that they were doing a good job hiding themselves anyway.
The sensations were too much, too intense, and she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending ablaze with pleasure as Charlie's tongue worked its magic.
Charlie responded with a low, throaty hum. Her eyes locked onto Vaggie's face and watched every flicker of ecstasy that crossed her features. She thrust her tongue faster, harder, her claws gripping her girlfriend’s thighs to hold her in place. The tip of her tongue danced and thrashed against Vaggie's clit with a relentless rhythm, sending Vaggie spiraling into an abyss of bliss.
Vaggie let out a silent scream of pleasure. Her body convulsed as she came. A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her and she fell against the desk. Drool pooled in a small puddle against the cold surface pressed against her heated cheek as every muscle in her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
Charlie gently withdrew her tongue, placing soft kisses along Vaggie's inner thighs as she did. She pressed a few gentle kisses to the abused clit and stood up with a satisfied grin. As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Love you, Vaggie! Have fun manning the front desk!" she said cheerfully, planting a quick kiss on Vaggie's cheek before skipping away.
Vaggie, panting and in complete disbelief, leaned heavily against the desk. Her legs felt like jelly, and her mind was still reeling from the intense pleasure. "Oh... fuck... you... You are so getting it later..." she muttered, a mix of exhaustion and promise in her voice.
Charlie paused and looked back with a mischievous smile. "I'll be waiting," she replied with a wink before disappearing down the hallway.