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Emily was sitting at the Hazbin Hotel's bar with Husk and Angel Dust. Angel was alternating between complaining about work and hitting on the bartender, while Emily nursed her drink. It was a bright, sugary thing, topped with whipped cream, cherries, and sprinkles. Husk looked like he wanted to throw up when he handed it to her and promised it didn't contain all that much alcohol. Emily was really enjoying the taste, but she wasn't sure if the drink was affecting her or not. She had never been drunk before, how would she be able to tell? Suddenly, Niffty appeared out of nowhere and jumped up onto to bar counter. She would have knocked both Angel and Emily's drinks off, but Husk's quick reflexes saved the booze, as he had apparently heard Niffty coming and grabbed the glasses a second before the maid arrived.
"ANGEL GIRL ANGEL GIRL!" Niffty shouted, enthusiastically jumping into the seraphim's lap. "I forgot your name! Tell me your name! Tell me! Tellmetellmetellme!" Niffty's face was about half an inch away from Emily's. Angel Dust stepped in, pulling the girl off of her and setting her down on a barstool a respectful distance away, laughing. The five-winged angel smiled. "My name is Emily. But, you can call me pretty much anything you wa-"
Niffty was already scurrying away, muttering "Emily Emily Emily" as if trying not to forget. The girl in question raised an eyebrow at Husk. "What was that about?" The cat demon placed the drinks back on the counter and rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it, Em. I realized years ago, trying to make sense of that gal and her antics is a lost cause."
Angel Dust downed the rest of his drink and smirked at Emily. "Who knows? Maybe she'll putcha in one 'a her stories. One 'a the tame ones, I'm sure."
What did that mean?
It had been a few hours since then. Emily, Husk, Angel, and eventually Cherri Bomb had migrated from the bar to the couches in the hotel lobby. They had laughed and drank well into the night. Well, mostly. Husk had cut Emily off after her third drink. She was kind of annoyed, because she really hadn't even felt a buzz, but she understood that he was just trying to look out for her. Which made her REALLY happy! All of the "Hazbins" (the name Emily had begun using for Charlie's ragtag family here) were beginning to not just trust her, but like her. That was AMAZING! Emily loved making new friends, and surprisingly, the ones she had made down here were some of the best she's had in a while. Really, deep down beneath their rough exteriors, the people in Hell were just incredible. All so beautiful. Way better than the fake niceness of Heaven, with all of the b-
No. Emily wasn't supposed to think things like that. No matter how much she wanted to think things like that, she couldn't allow herself to. She COULDN'T.
Emily was pulled out of her self-reprimanding by the now recognizable sound of Niffty running towards her. The bug demon...was she a bug? It didn't matter. The bug (?) demon took a seat on the table in the middle of the circle of couches and handed Emily a folded piece of paper. "Charlie X Vaggi X Emily by Niffty" she read out loud. Angel snickered and elbowed Cherri. "What is this, Niffty?"
"It's RPF!" the maid said, cheerfully. "Real Person Fanfiction! I wrote a fic about you!" Niffty was practically bouncing. Emily looked at the others gathered. Husk seemed bored, Angel grinned and nodded, and Cherri seemed intrigued. Emily turned her gaze back to Niffty. "Do you want me to read it?" At the insistent nod of the shorter girl, Emily cleared her throat and began.
"Charlie X Vaggi X Emily. By Niffty. Ahem...Vaggi threw her head back and screamed in pleasur-oh. Oooohhhh. Oh. Oh wow. Uhm. Wow."
Cherri and Angel cackled at the sight of the blushing seraphim, and Niffty eventually joined in, although she didn't seem to know what they were laughing at. Husk just rolled his eyes. "Why did you stop reading?" Niffty abruptly stopped laughing and looked at Emily. "Do...do you not...l-l-like it?" The maid's singular eye began to water and Emily was quick to comfort her. "No, Niffty! I was just...um... surprised. It's not what I expected, that's all. How about I take this home with me and read it later? Then I can tell you what I think?"
Niffty stomped and pouted, like she was on the brink of a temper tantrum. "NO! You have to read it RIGHT NOW! And read it out loud, because you already started doing that!" Angel pulled Niffty into a hug and began stroking her hair, which seemed to help soothe her. He sighed. "Look, Em, she don't mean nothin' by it. It's jus' Nif's way 'a expressin' love fer her friends." Husk butt in, the first time he had spoken in nearly an hour. "It's probably best to do what she says and read it out loud. We can leave the room if you want, give you and her a little privacy."
Emily thought for a moment. "No, that's okay. You can stay." Before anyone could stop her, the angel grabbed Husk's drink and downed it in a single gulp, ignoring the cat's halfhearted "Hey!" Emily felt the burn of the liquor in her throat, and a warmth in her stomach. She decided that she liked whatever this was a lot more than those little alcoholic smoothies the bartender had been making her, even if it tasted a LOT worse. Emily steeled herself. "All right, here goes." She pulled the paper up to her face and began to read.
"Charlie X Vaggi X Emily. By Niffty. Vaggi threw her head back and screamed in pleasure..."
Charlie X Vaggi X Emily
By Niffty
Vaggi threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, clenching her thighs around Emily's head, trapping the girl in the heat, the smell, the wet of the orgasm. After a moment Vaggi went limp, panting. "How was that?" Emily asked, licking her lips. The ex-exorcist gave a weak thumbs-up, while Emily turned to Charlie, and took in the sight.
Charlie was in her full demonic form, looking in all her infernal glory like the future Queen of Hell. Her horns had protruded from her head, teeth sharpened into fangs, eyes shifting into a bright, fiery red. Black lines, like makeup, had appeared on her face, and a strong tail thrashed behind her. A deep heat emanated from the princess, as though her arousal alone was spiking the humidity of the entire Pride Ring. It probably was. When she spoke, her voice echoed with raw power. "An excellent show, little angel. But it's my turn now. Come here and pay fealty to your princess."
Emily dove in between the demoness's legs without a second thought, growing more wet herself, even more so when Charlie grabbed her hair with a clawed hand, holding her down in her pussy. Charlie was so strong, that Emily couldn't get out of the suffocating hold if she wanted to. But by the Speaker, she did NOT want to. As she ate dutifully, she felt another pair of hands firmly grab her ass, and she heard Vaggi, apparently recovered from her high, speak. "May I pleasure our fallen seraphim, my princess?" Vaggi didn't ask Emily, just spoke over her like she wasn't even there and asked for Charlie's permission, which...fuck, that shouldn't have been as hot as it was. Charlie regally glanced down at Emily, who nodded enthusiastically, and raised her eyes back to her girlfriend. "Go ahead, my knight."
Emily expected to feel Vaggi's tongue on her vagina, so she let out a surprised (but not unhappy) squeak when the spongey appendage poked at a very different hole instead. "You'll have to forgive my overeager little knight, dear Emily," Charlie spoke as said knight's tongue entered into Emily's asshole. "There's one thing she likes eating more than pussy, and you've got a very appetizing-" The nephilim's teasing was interrupted by a loud moan of her own, as she squirted on Emily's face, her slick coating the angel's chin and dripping onto the bed and her breasts. At the same time, Vaggi pulled back and lied down on the bed. "Sit on my face, Emily." she begged, and who was Emily to deny her? Emily hovered over Vaggi's face, but the girl was having none of that, so she grabbed Emily's waist and pulled her firmly onto her, Emily now putting all of her body weight onto the other's face. "Is that comfortable? Can you breathe okay?" As the angel began to eat Emily's ass once more, Charlie spoke up.
"Don't worry, Em. She can handle you." Emily saw the strap-on that Charlie was now wearing, pink and sparkly, so very on-brand for the princess, and yet the girl still managed to make it look sexy and intimidating. "Is this okay?" Charlie asked, suddenly cautious. Emily nodded, and Charlie entered her pussy slowly, then started thrusting. The two locked lips as Vaggi reached her hand around Emily's hips and began stroking her clit. Charlie groped the angel's breasts as Emily grabbed onto her princess's horns for dear life. Charlie's tongue, her large, long, prehensile tongue, slowly began prodding at the back of Emily's mouth, then down her throat, and the angel began to cry. She did not know whether it was from pain, pleasure, overstimulation, her gag reflex, or the pure emotionality, the love she felt at this moment.
Charlie's tail reached the small of Emily's back and began snaking upwards, zigzagging between her wings playfully before rising above her head and wrapping around her halo, gently stroking the glowing organ. That was the last straw for Emily, who suddenly felt sparks and butterflies in every single cell of her body, coming harder than she had ever even thought possible. She collapsed onto the bed like a ragdoll. Vaggi laughed. "Looks like we tired her out, babe. C'mon, let's give her something to look at while she recovers."
The demon pulled the angel into her lap, one hand on her hip and the other wrapped around her throat, choking her. As Vaggi bounced on Charlie's strap, Emily finally spoke. "Wow. If I keep getting this kind of treatment, then falling from Heaven was definitely worth it." Charlie giggled, before suddenly biting into Vaggi's shoulder. Vaggi gasped as her princess drank golden blood like the sweet nectar it was. Charlie's eyes were blown, as though the taste of her paramour's ambrosia had awoken some primal, animalistic, predatory part of her brain. "That's really hot, but I don't know if I'm quite ready for the biting." Emily said, lazily rubbing her pussy to the sight.
Charlie laughed. "Don't worry, little angel. This is just my way of marking my property." Vaggi moaned at the words. "Which means that you don't have to worry about my teeth. At least, not yet..."
Both angels shuttered at that.
Emily reached out and caught some of the blood on her finger, then tasted it. She liked it. Not as much as Charlie seemed to, but still. The sight of the formerly innocent seraphim tasting her blood was enough for Vaggi, who came with a gasp. Charlie fell back into the pillows, and once Vaggi recovered from her orgasm, she collapsed into her girlfriend's arms, chest heaving. A flushed and sweaty Emily curled up on the other side of the demoness. The beautiful, infernal temptress whose tongue and fingers promised an unholy paradise far greater than anything Heaven could offer. The princess spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. "Looks like I'm building my own royal harem of fallen angels."
Charlie and Vaggi came downstairs to the lobby, only to be met by Angel Dust, who looked thoroughly amused. "Hey, gals. You got here just in time fer the end 'a Emily's reading. Nif wrote her a story." Vaggi's eyes widened as Charlie began to panic. "Oh no, Emily is way to pure for Niffty's stories! She'll be traumatized!"
The three rushed to the lobby, only to hear Emily wrapping up. "...once Vaggi recovered from her o-orgasm, she collapsed into her girlfriend's arms, chest heaving. A flushed...uh...flushed and sweaty Emily curled up on the other side of...of the demoness. The beautiful, infernal t-temptress whose tongue and f-fingers promised an unholy paradise far...greater than anything Heaven could offer. Uhm. The princess spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. 'L-looks like I'm building my own royal h-harem of fallen...um...fallen angels.' Uhhhh...The End, I guess?"
Cherri, Angel, and Niffty clapped as Charlie shouted "Oh my god, Emily! I am so so so sorry! I promise Niffty wasn't tryung to harass you or anything, she just-" Emily cut her off "It's okay, Charlie. The story was...a lot. But I'm kind of honored that I inspired someone to make a piece of art. Even if it was...uhm...that kind of art. But still, it was...unique. I mean, we don't have anything like that in Heaven." Niffty beamed with joy.
After a few minutes of silence, Husk of all people spoke up. "So, if no one else is gonna say it, I guess I have to. How accurate was the story, Charlie?" Charlie blushed and stammered out a "NOT AT ALL! while Vaggi sputtered before eventually saying "Eh...a little."
In the laughter and commotion that the admission caused, nobody noticed Emily folding up the paper and putting it in her pocket. After all, there really was nothing like it in Heaven, and Emily was getting sick of relying on her imagination.
RoelBaudelaire Fri 26 Dec 2025 03:10AM UTC
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