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There was no better taste than Charlie’s lipstick, sticky and sweet on Vaggie’s lips. When they had first started kissing this deeply, Charlie’s hands went for her’s, like she wanted to pull her into them, but Vaggie’s hands always went for her hips, and so, they compromised. It looked like they were dancing. They were as close as they possibly could be, Charlie’s tongue tracing over Vaggie’s lips like she was trying to memorize them.
Charlie was always so eager, and her touch so gentle, and she was the sexiest woman alive—how Vaggie got this all to herself, she wasn’t sure, she just knew she had to thank her lucky stars for the chance to kiss, to touch and feel. Need throbbed in the bottom of her stomach—she could feel how she was soaking her own underwear. All for Charlie—if only she could know what she did to her. Instead, she had to settle for this, for all that her precious girlfriend would give her.
She moved closer, pinning Vaggie down with her weight. Being crushed by her would only be the best way to die—Vaggie would go out warm and loved, maybe with those gorgeous breasts on her, heavy and soft. She wanted to breathe Charlie in. She wanted to submerge herself in all that she was.
Charlie let go, and Vaggie was so desperate with her touch, she reached up and grabbed Charlie’s face to bring her back down, to kiss her again. Instead, Charlie’s hands went to her hips, rubbing through the fabric of her skirt at the waistband of her panties like she could coax them down her thick, plush thighs. Charlie loved Vaggie’s thighs—she loved every part of Vaggie’s body she let her touch, but her thighs. Thick and warm, and the muscle in them… they’d feel so good wrapped around her waist, or maybe squeezing on either side of her head, tight enough she couldn’t pull back—
A wet smack as she raised her head, and just pressed another kiss to the side of Vaggie’s neck, and then sucked a bruise on it. One day, when they went all the way, she’d get to put a ring on Vaggie’s finger, but until then, she’d have to settle for this type of mark of ownership. Vaggie seemed okay with it. She probably was waiting for the same day. The ring would go on, panties would come off—Charlie thirsted for her, but she would not die in the wait. Vaggie could take her sweet time. Charlie could wait.
Charlie moaned and pulled back, panting. Vaggie was looking up at her, eye wide and desperate. “We need to stop,” Charlie said. “Before we go too far.”
“No, no,” Vaggie said. She licked her lips again. “It’s okay—we can keep going.” Charlie looked at her, doubtfully. “Come on, I’ll know when we should stop. It’s not like I’ll forget and won’t stop you if you start stripping me down.”
Her expression turned serious. “I would never,” she said. She grabbed Vaggie’s hands and squeezed tightly. “I have it all planned out. The day I get you all to myself, you’re going to strip for me.” Vaggie flushed, but that just encouraged Charlie. Her girlfriend was so cute! And so shy! “And I’ll watch you, and I’ll know that you want it, and you’re ready.”
“Yeah,” Vaggie said. She took a deep breath and rubbed Charlie’s saliva off her mouth with the back of her hand. “One day, hon.”
“One day.” Her head was spinning with her desire—and Vaggie smelled so good too! It wasn’t fair. Charlie wished she could. She wanted her so bad, wanted Vaggie to take off her clothes and smile at her, invite her to come feel what had been off-limits for so long… she just had to be patient. She could be patient.
Vaggie caught the lust in her eyes. “You know… uh, if you… if you want, I wouldn’t mind… oral?”
Charlie’s eyes grew wide—if she drooled a little, she couldn’t help it. “Really?” She asked. “I bet you taste really good, Vaggie.”
“O-Oh, no….” She gulped, audibly. “I meant you, hon. I could give you oral.” She gestured—horniness was apparently written into Charlie’s form, the creases in her clothes, the sweat on her brow. “If you want me to.”
Charlie would love that, and she knew it—just as she knew that her girlfriend was so sweet, and had been serious when she told Charlie she wouldn’t sleep with her. She had meant it. And here she was, worried her girlfriend was getting bored, trying to sate her appetite! “No,” she said, firmly. “That’s not fair to you. I’ll wait with you.”
Vaggie nodded, biting her lip. This wasn’t the first time she had suggested such a thing—it only ever reaffirmed her loyalty to Vaggie and her beliefs, but she wasn’t sure if that came across. She reached and squeezed her arm. “I might not put the same stock into something like virginity,” she said, gently. “But it’s okay that you do, and if that’s what you believe in, then… I think it’s noble of you to hold tight to that, even in Hell.”
Vaggie blinked. “Wait, you think I’m—“ A beat, a record scratch, a dial tone. Vaggie had never been a good liar, but horniness and the beginnings of confusion let her cover up this slip. If this was what Charlie believed, it’d be easier to go with it, just as she had went with the assumption that Vaggie was a Sinner, and had only been dead for these two years they'd known each other. “…noble?”
Charlie nodded her head, firm in this belief. “I don’t understand it,” she said. “But I would never force you to do something you don’t want. And I’ll wait until marriage. I’ll wait longer than then, just until you’re comfortable and ready for it.”
Vaggie swallowed and turned her gaze to her knees. “That’s sweet, hon. Thank you.”
Vaggie would be worth the wait, and she knew it. But it didn’t change the fact that she was horny now and did not have the same qualms as Vaggie did about sex and virginity and whatever. “I’m just gonna…” She cleared her throat. “…take care of myself in the bathroom really quick.” Vaggie’s eyes dropped to Charlie’s thighs, the part where she needed Vaggie so desperately hidden away between them and her slacks.
It wasn’t fair—she was in too deep now, she couldn’t explain it all away, but her girlfriend…
Vaggie winced. “Wait, hon.” Charlie did. Maybe she could do it now. Really quick. Just I was trying to hide the fact that I bleed gold, and didn’t want you to find out like this, but since I just told you, we can fuck as much as we want, as hard as you want.
Instead of clearing this up. Stopping the lies and being honest with the love of her life, she reached up her skirt and took off her panties before offering them to her, trying to will the flush back. The only mercy of her form when her bosses had stripped her of anything deemed too good for her was that her skin was dark enough that her blush could not be prominently gold to give her away. That said, she often thought, if they had known it was something she could be grateful for, they would’ve torn it off her bones and left a bloody skeleton, seeping gold into the scarlets of Hell.
Charlie’s eyes got wide. She stepped forward and took it with shaking hands, trying to quell her perverted smile. “Are… Are you sure?” She licked her lips and spread them out in her palm, showing off the wet spot from Vaggie’s arousal.
“It’s not like giving you that actually demands anything from me,” she said. She’d still be a virgin after that—or, as far as Charlie knew. She was going to have to pretend to be religious now, and tried to think of something semi-puritanical to say. “You masturbating to me isn’t going to… defile me anymore than what we’ve already done.”
Charlie hissed in a deep breath and stroked a finger down the seam lovingly. “You’re so wet right now, Vaggie…” She glanced to the bathroom. “I’ll… be just a minute, I’ll get these—hah—back to you.”
She rushed in and locked the door. Vaggie readjusted on the bed, looking at it—she wished Charlie would do it in front of her, but she was so steadfast about what she wanted. She didn’t want it to be onesided. Apparently, she thought Vaggie had been a secret prude their entire relationship, and she had only been suggesting the dirtier things they did as a way of keeping her attention.
This hadn’t been a concern in Heaven. In Heaven, Vaggie could’ve hypothetically hooked up with anybody she wanted, and she had on occasion, when she wasn’t masturbating alone in her bedroom. That was actually how she knew this—she would bleed. Maybe not a ton, but she didn’t even need penetration, she’d gotten it from just rubbing her clit. It seemed anything that concerned the vulva had a chance of blood, and it wasn’t something she had wanted to risk so early with Charlie. And this was where it had led her: pretending to be a virgin in Hell. Pretending to be religious in Hell. She’d never talked about religion with Charlie, where had she pulled that from?
Her own need throbbed—she was intent on ignoring it, but then she heard the softest moan from the bathroom, and thought about Charlie. Thought about her ‘taking care’ of herself, thinking about Vaggie…
Biting her tongue, Vaggie reached under her skirt and traced over her dripping slit. She could make this quick! And she could do it quietly, and be totally normal once Charlie came out. And she wouldn’t even know!
She chose to imagine her girlfriend sitting on the counter. Her shirt open, her bra tugged down, her breasts out. And she had buried her nose and mouth into Vaggie’s panties and kept one hand pressed against them while the other fingered her wet pussy, and she could see it now. Smooth, and hairless, tight. Her need wouldn’t be so bad if Charlie let her have her. If Vaggie could play off her refusal of touch as anything but this, maybe just a preference so she could kiss and touch her everywhere she craved. She would taste so good, Vaggie just knew it. Tantalus didn’t even have it this bad.
Vaggie slipped two fingers inside, desperate to get off as quick as she could. It’d been a long while since she’d been satisfied. Actually, disregarding one afternoon where she had been ‘doing laundry’, Vaggie hadn’t gotten off at all in Hell. It’d been ten-minutes on the shaking washer, cramming her fist into her mouth to muffle her moans. That wasn’t at all what she wanted, she wanted her girlfriend. This was a thirst she couldn’t quench with any amount of toys and vibrators. There was no hitachi, or sybian, or dildo, or anything that wasn’t in Charlie’s hands that could get her off. But damnit, she could try.
She angled her fingers and brushed against her g-spot, the contact snatching her breath away. Charlie was making these beautiful little breathy moans, trying to keep quiet. Vaggie bet she’d be a vocal lover—what she wouldn’t give to fold her like a lawn chair in her own bed and just go to town. She bet she could get her screaming. She’d forget everything that wasn’t Vaggie’s name, and Vaggie would not stop until the sun was coming up or Charlie begged her for mercy.
She pressed her thumb against her clit and sighed. That wasn’t even brushing the surface of what she wanted to do to Charlie—being stuck in Hell had seemed to welcome the release of a few inhibitions, and if Vaggie was honest with herself, it had invited some new… cravings. Kinks she never would’ve considered before. Two years ago, she would’ve wanted just missionary with Charlie, or maybe some scissoring, and a strap-on every once in a while. Now? All that, of course, but with ropes, and chains, and safe words, and maybe some paddles. She could make Charlie dress up—get her a nurse uniform, maybe, and they could play doctor. She could be a naughty puppy that needed some discipline. She wanted to see every bit of Charlie, she wanted to gargle with her squirt in the mornings, she wanted to suffocate herself with Charlie’s apple-scented hair. And some cruel taste of fate had her denying herself this, had her pretending to be some innocent virgin that she was most assuredly not.
So far, she’d only really been teasing herself—this wasn’t helping. This wasn’t what she wanted, she wanted Charlie.
“Fuck.” Muffled behind the door, quiet, and then she whined—Vaggie bet she was close. What face did she make when she came? She was torn between trying hopelessly to finish herself off or listen outside the door. Charlie huffed out, just as desperate as she was, “Vaggie!”
Frantically, Vaggie added another finger and aimed for her g-spot again, but just ruined the pace she had set and pushed herself further away from her own orgasm. Going off the panting, she was pretty sure Charlie had finished. She didn’t have time for this.
Frustrated, unrelieved, horrifically horny, she pulled her hands out from under her skirt. The sink ran—and when Charlie was done washing her hands, she stumbled out on legs shaking ever so slightly and sat on the edge of the bed. Her face held the cutest flush. “Can we cuddle, at least?”
Vaggie nodded her head—Charlie kicked off her shoes and wrapped an arm around her waist. For whatever comfort it could give, Vaggie moved closer, Charlie’s leg almost touching where she needed, and buried her face into her hair. Underneath the green apple shampoo Charlie liked to use, she could smell the scent of her sweat.
It was another time, and their make-out session continued to drag on, and Vaggie did not have the strength to pull away. This morning, she’d woken up when her and Charlie were tangled in each other’s limbs and her thigh had been between Vaggie’s, and like Hell’s most pathetic possible pervert, she’d ground her clit to completion, half-asleep and desperate. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about it—was it some sort of violation on Charlie’s part? She hadn’t really been thinking, and hadn’t even realized that it was Charlie until she’d woken up properly—but she did know that it had worsened her craving for Charlie. She didn’t even seem to know what she did to her, and that was the worse part. Maybe if Charlie knew how badly she wanted her, she wouldn’t give her the prettiest little pouts, and wouldn’t bend over so deeply when she dropped something, and she’d stop touching the small of Vaggie’s back and making her go wild with her own desire.
“Let me eat you out,” Vaggie begged. Charlie gave the usual response, that it wasn’t fair, that she was prepared to wait, that she could go forever not going ‘all the way’ with Vaggie, and she shut her eyes and tried to summon up her usual resolve.
It didn’t come. Every part of her said ‘fuck it’ which was bad, because this could not be how Charlie found out. The shock of her partner bleeding gold would probably kill whatever desire she had. She reached for something, anything that could be a half-decent compromise.
“Let me eat you out,” she said. “And you can do whatever you want to me above the belt.”
A beat. They’d only gone for heavy-petting with their clothes still on and kisses with tongue. “You mean…?” Vaggie nodded, still frantic. “Are you sure, Vaggie? That feels like a big step.”
“It’s fine!” She exclaimed. “I mean, it’s not like you’ll be, uh, inside me, I’m saving that for my wife, so um, really, we can do anything that isn’t, uh, down there, and that’s perfectly fine.” She moved her hair out of her eye.
Charlie thought it over—and seemed to decide this was a fine exchange and immediately reached for Vaggie’s top, pulling it off over head. Vaggie was still recomposing herself when she gasped at whatever she saw. “Vaggie, you’re so cute…”
Her breasts were small. It wasn’t like it could be a surprise that she was flat-chested, but apparently realizing that she didn’t even wear a bra was something new and exciting, something worth commenting on. Charlie pinched at a nipple, licking her lips, before both her hands went lower, down on her stomach to her clothed hips. Eagerly, she moved closer and wrapped her lips around a nipple.
Goosebumps had risen on her arms, but she felt so warm. Charlie’s tongue drew around her nipple before she gave a harsh suck and the point of a tooth pressed against it hard enough to make her jump. “C-Careful,” she said. “With your teeth.”
Charlie pulled away to grin up at her. “Why?” She asked. “You said I could do ‘whatever I want.’”
“Uh.” She hadn’t thought that far—and feeling Charlie’s mouth anywhere on her body had a tendency to drive rational thoughts from her head. “I-I guess I did.”
“Are you scared?” Charlie asked.
She might as well have asked if Vaggie was hiding something from her. “No, no!” She shouted. “I’m just—a little nervous, I’ve…” She tried to catch her breath, but Charlie blew cold air over where she had just licked and she tried to suppress her shiver. “I’ve… never done this with anyone before.” Charlie looked up at her. “I’m… not sure if this is something my future wife will like so much…”
“I think your future wife loves this.” She reached with both hands and squeezed. Vaggie moaned out loud, wantonly. “I think she loves these. And she’s going to crave them every day of her life. And she’s already planning your honeymoon, and she’s going to make you walk around naked so nothing comes in between her mouth and your perfect little tits.”
It felt like everything she had craved—was this really a favor to her girlfriend, or a favor for her? This was really for her benefit. It felt so good, Charlie’s warm palms and long fingers. She wondered what else those hands could do. Where else she could touch. What loophole could she find that would give her what she wanted?
She wanted to pull Charlie around by her hair. She wanted to slap her perfectly shaped ass when they were alone. She wanted to take her, somewhere public, somewhere where they could be found with her moaning and Vaggie making claim to her body. She wanted to put her in a dog collar and make her beg. She wanted to kiss every part of her body, every part. She wanted.
Charlie’s tongue moved a little lower, and it was too much to bear, Vaggie needed this now. “Please let me eat you out, hon,” she begged.
“But I’m not done,” she whined, locking her fingers around Vaggie’s right nipple. “Gosh, Vags. Look at you.” Her patience wore thin, and Vaggie pushed her onto her back. She gasped, and then giggled, and Vaggie tucked her hands into her slacks and pulled down. Charlie lifted her legs to help her, grinning up. The flesh of her thighs had the perfect amount of give, and she waited a moment just to fondle and squeeze before she finally took Charlie’s panties off and put her mouth where all that need in her was dripping.
Vaggie would’ve cut her own genitals off of her, remained celibate for the rest of eternity, and never experienced another bit of pleasure for something like this. For the way Charlie’s legs trembled and she gasped, and her fingers found Vaggie’s hair. Fuck, there was a kink right there. Vaggie not allowed to touch herself, just focusing on pleasing her lover, her perfect princess. Maybe she couldn’t touch herself, because… Charlie had tied her hands behind her back. Or maybe she had put one of those weird leather contraptions on, ones she’d seen in the windows of the more explicit stores in Hell, to block off everything she wanted to touch. Vaggie couldn’t say she’d actually undergo some form of mutilation, spend an eternity denied for the satisfaction of a momentary fantasy—but the idea gave her a new heat, pooling in her stomach. Just the idea of marking herself for Charlie’s approval. She wanted to come undone for her. Vaggie wanted Charlie to grind her bones to dust with her love, and she wanted to be aware and awake for every second of it, to know her own crumbling was from the soul-deep love they shared.
The worst, most disgusting kink of them all, the desire that made a little part of her shrivel up and die: love. Where physical intimacy met emotional. Vaggie thought she was gonna be sick, she again realized how weak she was. She would die for this woman on the bed, the one saying her name, the first to say Vaggie’s name right and make it her’s, to turn her from a heartless, cold foot soldier of a heartless higher power and into…
She was still figuring that out. She held onto her worst traits, but they were warped into… something else. She didn’t know every detail of how she had changed, just that she had. In a lot of ways, she was softer. There was a version of her before that would not start masquerading as some puritan freak, protecting her flower from the hottest woman in Hell that wanted her every bit as she wanted her. But here she was, all the same, herself and better than what she ever could've dreamed, even with her short-comings.
Vaggie moaned openly into her folds, and knew Charlie had tossed her head back by the sound her hair made skittering on the smooth silk of her pillows. “Vaggie,” she breathed. That and only that. There was Vaggie—no surname, no history down here than what she had spent in Charlie’s hands, and she had never been more grateful. In this moment, that was all she wanted. To be her’s.
Her arousal was leaking out, her neglected and aching pussy begging for some of the same treatment she was being given—but where did you draw that line? Would fingering herself in front of her girlfriend ruin the facade? It wasn’t worth the risk. She had toughed it out before, she’d do it again.
She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of Charlie’s arousal. This would be enough. It had to.
Charlie squealed underneath her, absolutely delighted, and it grew in pitch when Vaggie’s roaming tongue found just the right spot. “There!” She shouted. “Right there, Vaggie, there—“
And she wouldn’t say no to her, not with that tone. If there was thing Vaggie had held onto from her past, it was service. This was no longer about what Vaggie wanted, how much she craved her lover—this was about Charlie.
Her back arched beautifully, tight enough to snap while Vaggie didn’t let up—she knew she had came when she heard Charlie’s heel kick into the mattress and she was gasping, and only when she started to relax again did Vaggie pull away and lick her lips clean. Frankly, it wasn’t enough, but her tongue couldn’t reach her chin and cheeks for every last trace of her.
Charlie took a moment to shut her eyes, to try and reign herself in, and Vaggie thought that was good enough for her to try and scoop some of her slick onto her fingers and lick them clean. And that was the image Charlie opened them back up to, her completely pure girlfriend sucking her arousal off her fingers with all the yearning and desperation anyone could have in her eye.
“I need to marry you,” Charlie said. Vaggie froze, but she kept going, “You don’t know how much I want to make you… feel good, Vaggie—can we get married? I’ll be a good wife, I just want to take care of you.”
The fire inside her burned hotter—yes! And they could get a different hotel for their honeymoon, a room neither of them would leave for at least a week. And Vaggie would fuck her in every position, against every surface! Maybe against a nice window, so somebody could see her laying claim to her princess’ body! Yes, they would buy toys for it. Vaggie would claim every hole. And she might finally find relief with her princess!
Then the obvious dawned on her—the excuse was marriage here, but that wasn’t the issue. Wearing a ring wasn’t going to change how Vaggie bled. Wouldn't change who she was.
She grit her teeth, cursing herself for being bad at lying—but Charlie just sighed and stroked her hair. “I understand,” she said. “Take your time, Vags. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
“But I—“ Her voice cracked and Charlie looked at her sympathetically while she tried to close her shaking thighs as much as she could, to see if it’d give her some sort of stimulation to her desperate clit or aching pussy, but it did nothing. “I want you.”
“I want you too,” she said, softly. “But I want you to make this choice for yourself. When you’re ready. It’s okay.”
She buried her face in her hands, trying to hide her raging self-hatred for a moment. She did this to herself. Maybe she deserved this particular torment. At long last, desperately, she looked Charlie in the eye, “We could do anal.”
Charlie’s jaw dropped—had she seen her through? Vaggie stumbled over her words, trying to clarify, “It’s not that big of a deal, so long as we don’t do vaginal, I’m saving that for my wife, but I-I mean, we could try, you know, the backdoor, that’s fine.” Charlie made a brief choking noise—so Vaggie kept digging. “I’ve done it before!”
“You…” Charlie licked her lips before continuing, dizzily, “You have?”
Vaggie nodded. “I have! With um, other girlfriends, and it’s fine!”
“How does that work?”
“Well.” She was not good at bullshitting. She twirled the ends of her hair nervously as she spoke. “I mean, you know, vaginal—that’s… that’s for a spouse, because, uh… it’s meant for, I mean, you know, reproduction, which I should do with a spouse, you know, my wife, that’s what’s holy about it, I-I need to keep it pure for when I reproduce with my wife, obviously.” Her heart was pounding. This wasn’t going well. Oh no. “But I can’t do that with my ass, so it’s fine! I don’t need to protect it as much, so you can… you can really do wh-whatever you want to it.”
Charlie audibly swallowed. “Whatever?” Vaggie nodded, desperately. “And you’re… you’re sure that that’s something you’re okay with?”
I guess! Vaggie thought. She was barely understanding the logic of whatever she was making up. Improv was Charlie’s skill, not her’s. “Just, um…” She cleared her throat. “One condition.” Charlie nodded her head, eagerly, eyes boring into her’s. “I want the light off.”
Charlie thought this was a minor step down. Anal, but she didn’t even get to see that tight hole devouring her fingers? But it was still too good to pass up. She hurried to her feet and her small chest of toys she had only ever dreamed of using on her girlfriend and started rummaging around, “You know you don’t have to be self-conscious about it, right?” Vaggie flushed—sure. Self-conscious. That was what she was going for. She was shy. “You’re gorgeous, I’ll love it.”
“It’d just make me a little more comfortable,” Vaggie said, and then, “I did it with all my other partners that way!”
Charlie moaned softly before pulling out something. “I got the perfect thing for this, Vaggie.” She held up a smaller toy—that weird green that seemed to indicate the material was glow-in-the-dark, with a modest knot towards the base. “This will be fun. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
She moved back onto the bed and pressed her lips against Vaggie’s. It was surprisingly chaste for what they were about to do together, as a couple. “You want to turn around?” Charlie asked. “And I’ll get the light?” Her hand skimmed over her thigh, and Vaggie wanted to cry with how bad she wanted her, this wasn’t fair.
She nodded and laid on her stomach before she moved her knees up to perk up her ass. Charlie’s fingers smoothed over it through her skirt before there was a click, and the room became pitch-black—but for the glow of the toy in Charlie’s hand. With her free one, she flipped Vaggie’s skirt up and felt around for her panties, until she found the fabric wedged between her lips, sopping wet and she made another strangled moan. “You don’t know how badly I want to see you,” she whispered. “But I’ll wait as long as it takes, Vaggie, and not a moment more.”
Her flush could’ve burned a hole into the sheets her face was pressed into—she heard Charlie rummaging around, blindly, through a drawer in the nightstand before she the telltale click of a bottle cap coming off and something cold and viscous rubbed against her hole. She shuddered, but Charlie couldn’t see it.
“I know you’re gorgeous right now,” Charlie said. “You’re so sexy…” A fingertip traced her rim, spreading the lube before it started to crook into her sphincter, and she bit her bottom lip to try to keep the more pathetic noises to herself. “As much as I want vaginal with you, Vaggie—gosh, you don’t know how much I want this.”
She took a deep breath. “I think I do,” she said, breathlessly.
“That’d explain it.” Fingernails dug into the meat of her asscheek, like Charlie was steadying herself while she fingered her, slow and intentional. “Wearing that short little skirt… and those stockings, Vaggie, oh my gosh—and when you drop something and you bend over in the hallway in front of me, I just wanna touch it.” She was panting now, and then she growled, adding another finger to stretch Vaggie out. “It’s not fair, that you walk around this hot…”
“You’re one to talk,” Vaggie said. “Do you know how hard it is to stay pure when I’m dating you?” Her fingers found something lovely and left her fisting the bedclothes. “When you went to go masturbate in the bathroom, I just—I wanted you to come back out and take me.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that, Vaggie.” Her fingers left with a slick sound. “Never, Vaggie, you’re my partner. I’ll wait forever, I’ve already waited this long. I want you to want it just as bad as me.”
Like Vaggie wouldn’t have been begging the second Charlie had approached her. If she had insisted even just a little, Vaggie would have folded like a lawn chair and gave herself up in her entirety to her princess. it was the only way Vaggie would ever be satisfied, if she came undone by her princess’ loving hands. “I already do.”
Charlie groaned. Warm plastic pushed against her stretched rim and Vaggie awkwardly tried to spread her legs a little more before the head eased in, smearing lube over her skin. “First thing I’m gonna do,” she started. “I’m gonna eat you out. When you let me. I want to taste you, want to taste that virgin pussy you’re taking such good care of. I bet it tastes so good, Vaggie, I bet I’ll get you to cum in minutes.”
She’d bet that too. It wouldn’t be hard, with how worked up Charlie got her. She moaned into the sheets—and squealed when Charlie smacked her palm against her left asscheek. “Fuck, I bet you look so good now,” she said. “I want to watch your ass jiggle… wanna make your ass completely red, make you dress in one of those backless skirts.”
“That’s a thing?” Vaggie asked. “Like, half a skirt?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s a thing.” Another blow and Vaggie moaned, wanton and desperate—here she was, such a good anal slut for her princess as a pure little virgin, she got enjoyment just out of having her ass beat. Charlie should do it harder, more, until she had punished her virgin for giving up her asshole like this. She could’ve taken care of both holes, saved them for her wife so Charlie could defile them both properly on their wedding night. She really should punish Vaggie for this—for admitting that she took it up the ass before, like a dirty little slut. “I’ll buy you seven, so you can have for every day of the week, Vaggie. Oh, and we can make you stand at the front desk. I mean, you can’t sit after I treat you like this, can you?” Vaggie shook her head, but Charlie couldn’t see it. “So, you’ll have to stand, and everybody that comes in will see you, but I can finger you from behind! You’d like that.”
“I would!” Vaggie gasped, lips wet with her own drool. Everything Charlie said only working her up more and more, and it felt so good. “I’d love it, Charlie!”
Her breath caught in her throat, audible, before Charlie gently caressed her asscheek instead and planted a wet kiss. “Maybe not… not every day, I mean, I wouldn’t just beat you if you let me, you know, I’d, hah—“ Vaggie pushed her ass further into Charlie’s hands. She was her’s to do whatever she wanted with. If that was beating her ass every day, that was fine. Vaggie would let her tie her down, bent over the edge of the bed, forever and all eternity so Charlie could spank her. Obviously, she deserved it—because her princess deserved that privilege. It’d be an honor to be her victim, maybe she needed a good spanking. Maybe that was what Charlie would do if she found out Vaggie had lied to her—spank her really hard. Maybe when her hands got tired, she’d use a switch or a paddle or something, just really make sure Vaggie felt it. And she wouldn’t stop until Vaggie was properly begging for her forgiveness, probably crying. And she’d be so gentle, and she’d console her, and she’d rub her shoulders while Vaggie laid on her stomach and tried to recompose herself.
“I’d take care of you too!” Charlie insisted. “I’d make you feel good, and I’d get you water, and stroke your hair while you come down.” Her thumb pulled at her rim. “I’d take good care of you. You’re gonna make such a good wife, Vaggie. I can’t wait to take you to bed properly. Play with both your holes.”
If she let her. God. “After marriage,” Vaggie huffed. “You can breed both holes after marriage. Double penetrate me. Make me your bitch.”
She could hear her gasping. That Charlie wanted her just as bad made her want to throw caution to the wind, devour her whole. “Gosh, yes, Vaggie. Tell me, on our wedding night, do you want me to play with both? Or should I just play with your pussy to make up for lost time?” Vaggie rolled her hips back, moaning loudly, trying to take it further. “Both? You want me to do it at the same time, or should I just do it one after the other?” In the darkness, she reached down to press against her clit—she wasn’t going to last much longer, though Charlie’s hands had started to idle. “We can do vaginal, get that toy nice and lubed up for anal—and then we’ll do vaginal again, so it doesn’t feel too neglected.”
“F-Fuck—“ She choked on her moan, Charlie’s toy rubbing against something that made her see stars. “H-Hon, I’m so close—“
Charlie’s freehand grabbed onto the ends of her hair, yanking her head to the side so she could press a bruising kiss to Vaggie’s face. It took a moment in the dark for their lips to find each other’s, but when they finally did, it was that contact that finally pushed Vaggie to orgasm, squirming under her girlfriend, gasping into her open mouth.
Charlie finally pulled back and gently eased the toy out. “M-Maybe I was a little rough,” Charlie said. “I think you’re bleeding.” Just like that, the afterglow was over. She couldn’t relax like this. “Shit, let me get the light—“
Before she could pull away, Vaggie grabbed her hand and pulled it closer so she could run her tongue over the toy. Sure enough, she tasted the slightest bit of copper—but what little Charlie saw in the glow of the dildo, between her lips and under her tongue, had apparently stunned her into freezing.
Vaggie only pulled off when she was certain there’d be no blood—it was a lot of licking and sucking before she decided her chances were good enough.
Charlie got the light, and Vaggie could see now that her jaw was still dropped, and there was still these burning embers of lust in her eye. “Do you want me to look?” She asked. “Make sure you’re not still bleeding? We can take you to a clinic if it's bad—“
Vaggie shook her head. “I’ll be fine,” she insisted. “It’s… embarrassing.”
Her hands were shaking. It was so reassuring that Charlie was this turned on, that Vaggie was not a weirdo for just how into this she was. Or maybe she was, and they were just two weirdos together, and that was just as good in her book. “Was that good for you?” Charlie asked. Vaggie nodded. “I… I’m sure we won’t do that often, but that was… wow.” She laughed and reached for Vaggie’s hand. “Thank you. For letting me do that. I love you, Vaggie.” She wrapped her arms around her and pulled her tight. “I am going to marry you one day.”
Vaggie sighed. “One day.”
With her secret out, sex was a regular thing, no ring required. They were still getting used to having all that sex on the table, but Vaggie was warming up to the endless possibilities of their bedroom, and she fell back into the bed as satisfied as she’d been the first time.
Charlie laid on her side, running her fingers through her hair. “I should’ve known you weren’t a virgin,” she teased. “You’re too beautiful. I bet everyone in Heaven wanted a taste of you.” She pressed a kiss against Vaggie’s cheekbone, eyes half-lidded.
“I hope you’re not disappointed,” she said.
“It’s hard to be—I get to have sex with you, there’s no room to be disappointed.” She closed her eyes, dreamily. “Still, though. I guess it’s too bad I won’t be your first.”
Vaggie smiled at her. “Well. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never done anal with anyone else before.” She sighed and shut her own eyes, spent after their lovemaking, her pussy sore and completely satisfied. “I mean, I wash myself back there, and I’ve fingered myself in the past, but that’s been off-limits for all my other partners. I guess you’re my first for that.”
The bed creaked as Charlie sat up. Vaggie opened her eyes to see her staring intently. “Are you serious? You were an anal virgin for that?”
She wondered if this was bad. It’d been rocky, but the quick turnaround with Vaggie’s whole ex-Exorcist thing had just been worked through so quickly, in the grand scheme of things—was this where they drew the line? “I mean… I was.” Charlie had never gotten more than a finger in her since. She turned the light back on and stood up off the bed. Vaggie rushed to sit up. “I’m sorry, hon, did I do something wrong?”
“For not telling me this? Yes.” But that was not anger in her eyes. “Can we try something? Please?” Vaggie nodded. “Hands and knees.”
She complied before asking what she had agreed to—and then turned her head and watched Charlie pull out that half-full bottle of lube in her nightstand. “What are you going to do?”
Charlie smiled at her angelically. “I’m gonna shove my fist in your virgin asshole.”
“Oh.” She obediently spread her legs. It'd make this easier.
“I think this is enough lube,” Charlie said. “And if not, we’ll just take a break and go buy some more.” Her thumb pulled at one of Vaggie’s cheeks. “And then, I’ll take you into the closest alley and we’ll immediately pick up where we left off, because you let me wait long enough for this.” She smacked the side of her ass and then immediately laid a gentle, somehow romantic kiss against where she’d hit. “Keep your legs spread and don’t move. And tell me if you need a break. We have the whole night for this.”