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As far as demon heats went, Charlie’s weren’t that bad. They left her mostly in control of her form, of her temper. She didn’t get too aggressive, she was capable of reason. Unfortunately, all that was ruined by her demanding libido, and while it’d exhaust anyone, there were no lengths Vaggie wouldn’t go to to please her girlfriend. Her only requests when her heats were in full swing and the urges rose was largely, they did it as private as they could get.
The office was private, Vaggie supposed as Charlie came in, swiftly locking the door and coming up to her. She pressed a kiss to her hairline while Vaggie looked up from her paperwork. “What’re you doing?” She knew that tone. She wanted to know if it was important. If Vaggie could stop.
“I’m just paying bills, hon.” Not with her money, but still, they needed to be paid. She moved the calculator a little closer—these bills were due. Too important to drop everything to please Charlie, but… “It’s okay, hon, go ahead and do what you need to.”
Charlie shuddered and pressed another kiss atop her head. One of her hands was gently stroking her hair. “Do you think after this, you can come to the bedroom? How long?”
Must’ve been bad today. Vaggie couldn’t be annoyed--a horny Charlie was also an easy to please Charlie, and a happy Charlie… there was nothing better. “Thirty minutes,” she said. “Can you wait that long, princess?”
Her fingers in her hair twitched. “I can try…”
She stayed like that for a moment, one hand in her hair before she rested her chin on top of Vaggie’s head. Their size difference was already pretty stark, but exaggerated with Vaggie sitting down. She heard her girlfriend above her breathe in deeply. “You smell good.”
She tried not to smirk. “I used your soap,” she said. “I only smell as good as you.” She tilted her head up to kiss whatever of Charlie she could reach—and was caught off guard at the strong scent of Charlie’s sweat, overpowering any traces of her shower this morning. She’d be showering again tonight, then.
She finally realized she was still letting her girlfriend distract her, and busied herself again with the bills, gripping her pen a little firmer. Charlie gathered up some of Vaggie’s hair into her hands and buried her face in it.
Obviously, she wasn’t going to last thirty minutes.
She had already resigned herself to her fate when she heard the door lock, when Charlie came in. “It’s okay, hon,” she said. “Go ahead.”
Hesitantly, like she was going to be caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to, she pressed both her hands to Vaggie’s chest, cupping her small breasts through her top. “Are you sure?” She asked, like she wasn’t groping her. “I know you’re busy.”
“Never too busy for you.” Actually, she was busy because of Charlie, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. “It’s okay—I can stop you when I want. Just let me finish this, and we’ll move to the bedroom.”
No further invitation needed, Charlie pulled on Vaggie’s top, untucking it from her skirt and pushing her hand onto her toned stomach, thumbing the waistband of her skirt. Her hands were warm, feverishly so. Charlie was such a pretty distraction, it hurt.
Water. She needed to pay the water bill. Essential to the hotel—and for Charlie’s many showers, until her heat ended. They were going on day three, and so far, Charlie had been… pleasant. It was probably at it’s worse now, and still, her girlfriend was being so sweet and gentle, as needy as she was. It sucked she had other responsibilities, that she couldn’t dedicate all of her time entirely to her girlfriend, but Charlie was hanging in there.
With a groan, Charlie pulled away and went fishing inside her own pants. Vaggie glanced at what her hands were doing, just to see what type of mood she was in, and then watched Charlie pull out her temporary cock, already flushed and hard. That type of mood. Honestly, that would be easier, with her busy like this—
Charlie tugged at her hair—and then, her other hand went to grab her choker, pulling her just a little to the side so she could press her lips against her pulse on her neck. The slick sounds of her girlfriend pleasuring herself drowned out every other noise in the room—Vaggie’s pen scratching against paper, the blowing AC over their heads.
The kiss turned bruising—and then, her girlfriend started sucking and Vaggie tried to hold back her moan. There was still that tugging, at the ends of her hair. “Are you using my hair to jerk off again?” Vaggie asked. Charlie’s breath skipped—she rolled her eyes, but it wasn’t enough to make her want to stop. It’d be a pain to clean, and she wondered maybe if that was why Charlie enjoyed it so much. Maybe she liked making a mess of her girlfriend.
It wasn’t like Vaggie didn’t.
She made the mistake of looking—sure enough, the long ends of her white hair were wrapped haphazardly around Charlie’s thick cock, the pre dribbling out the head already making it sticky. “Oh, you’re excited.”
Charlie huffed against her. “Your hair’s so pretty,” she said. “I can’t help it.”
“It’s okay, baby.” She was getting better at washing it out, at least. “Go ahead. We’ll shower together later.”
Wrong thing to say. Charlie groaned—probably thinking about taking Vaggie in the shower. Thinking about her wet, thinking about fishing out her own cum from all of Vaggie’s holes with her fingers, pinned against the bathroom tile, washing her clean so she could just make her messy again tonight, immediately after, bent over the bathroom counter.
Vaggie’s head spun a little—she wondered if these things were contagious, and turned her attention away from her girlfriend.
Charlie did a good job of keeping quiet and masturbating—she pressed a few kisses on the side of Vaggie’s face before she, or maybe just her heat, decided it needed her attention, and her lips latched onto Vaggie’s cheek, sucking a new hickey where she couldn’t hide it. By then, Vaggie had finished with this, and moved onto the next in the pile with shaky hands. “Hon, it’s starting to hurt.”
She pulled off with a gasp and a breathy giggle. “Sorry.” She kissed the new bruise. “You taste good, too.”
You could tell she was close by the way she bit her bottom lip, and her hand tightened. Vaggie leaned into it a little more, so Charlie wouldn’t pull as hard, heard her breathing catch and the small grunt she made as she finished, shooting her load primarily onto Vaggie’s clothed chest from the side. Whatever wasn’t already in her hair, at least.
Electricity—also a need. The end was in sight here.
Charlie’s satisfaction didn’t last, her fingers raking through Vaggie’s hair before her hands went to her thighs. “Can you stand up?” She asked, squeezing. “Please?”
She needed to hurry. Before Charlie distracted her anymore, but all the same, she stood, and Charlie shoved the chair away. She thought she’d just go straight into fucking her, but instead, she hiked up Vaggie’s skirt and started thrusting in between Vaggie’s thick thighs, face buried in her hair again. Yes—she could go work with this!
The top of Charlie’s thick cock rubbed against her slit, parting her lips but not entering her. She knew she was leaking all over, but that felt like a nonissue. “Go ahead, baby. Anything you want.”
With a groan, Charlie sank into her with little warning—she’d already had Vaggie’s permission, anyway. Her patience was clearly running thin. Her poor, needy princess.
Vaggie tried to steady her breathing, pen shaking in her hand. Charlie’s arms wrapped around her torso, barely letting her pull her arms out so she could keep going while she tried to anchor her thrusts. Charlie was usually much better, but her head was clouded with lust, so her thrusts were sloppy, only brushing where Vaggie needed. It was fine, it was fine—she wanted to relieve her girlfriend’s need. And when they moved things up to the bedroom later, Vaggie would be able to think a bit about her own pleasure.
She thought about her promise to Charlie and then glanced at the clock. It was only eight—and this was a hotel full of night owls. Husk would likely still be at the bar, Angel probably drinking with him. Niffty would be lurking in a corner somewhere. Alastor was likely doing whatever the fuck Alastor did when he was not in Vaggie’s line of sight—who knew? Another staff-measuring contest with Lucifer?
And Vaggie had just let her girlfriend use her hair as a cumrag. …It was noticeable.
She shifted on her feet as Charlie’s breathing picked up and she slammed as deep as she could go into Vaggie for her release. She didn’t moan, but sighed—blissful, relieved. Vaggie’s stomach clenched as she pulled out. “Vags? Is it time yet, can we go back to our room?”
She groaned. “I’m sorry, hon, I’m—I don’t want anyone to see me like this, I think we’re gonna have to stay in here for a little longer.”
“What? No, it’s… barely even noticeable.”
“Baby. Your cum is dripping down my thighs right now.”
Charlie’s gaze wandered down to them, verifying this was true. It was going to be staining the top of Vaggie's stockings. “Okay—if they say anything, we can just say it’s because I love you? And you’re the hottest woman ever, and you deserve to be loved like this?”
Vaggie patted her shoulder as comfortingly as she could. “I’m sorry, hon. We can do some more stuff in here, but you’re gonna have to wait for the bed.”
Charlie groaned and lifted Vaggie into her hands before she set her down on the desk. “Vaggie—I need you, I need you so much—“
“In here, baby.” She grabbed Charlie’s hands and squeezed tightly, in some attempt to ground her. It wasn’t Charlie’s fault. She needed this, and Vaggie was happy to provide. “We can still do stuff, we just have to wait a little longer for the bed.”
Charlie’s hands went to her thighs, and she immediately ducked her head down to reach Vaggie’s entrance. She couldn’t help her gasp, shocked somehow, like he didn't know what was happening, before she scooted closer, and grasped along the edge of the desk for balance while Charlie went down on her, slurping her own release out of her girlfriend like sucking the cream out of a donut. Even when Vaggie knew she had gotten it all, Charlie didn't stop. All Vaggie could do was hang on for the ride and let her girlfriend have her way.
Eventually, Charlie seemed to realize this was doing nothing for her own arousal and tucked a hand between her legs. She had magicked her dick away for her usual pussy, and was fingering it with everything she had to give, eyes shut and brow furrowed in concentration. Vaggie felt her cum because she squealed into her when it happened, and she did not stop her fingering or her oral until the clock struck ten, and it felt marginally safer to exit the office.
Vaggie's legs were shaking too much under her, so Charlie just scooped her up like a bride and carried her to the elevator herself—but the doors cracked open, and a limping, half-dressed Angel stumbled out, led by Husk. Apparently, they had not been drinking in the bar like Vaggie had been assumed.
They made eye-contact. Husk just looked pretty dissheveled. Angel looked like three tornados had ran a train on him and was clinging to Husk's arm like it was his salvation, with a look in his eyes almost identical to the one in Charlie's right now. Husk decided this was just as embarrassing for them, and they all decided as a group not to say a thing and parted ways. Charlie barely seemed aware with the promise of their bedroom. The second she opened the door, she threw Vaggie on the bed and started eagerly stripping. “Can you get the strap?” She asked. “I need you, Vaggie, I need you to dick me down until this heat goes away.”
Vaggie felt a little light-headed. The room had gotten so much warmer at the sight of Charlie’s naked body, her dick tucked away to give her her usual pussy, still dripping and aroused. “Alright, baby.” She started removing her own clothes. “Pick one out for us.”