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Holy shit…
That might’ve been the best sleep she's ever had, Vaggie thought, sitting up from Charlie’s chest to stretch.
She lifted her arms and wings above her head, expecting pain, but — holy fuck, they felt...lighter. No, that’s not the right word.
They felt more...flexible.
And her back? Her scars hadn’t felt this good in a long time.
Stretching her wings and arms as far back as they could go, she let out a high-pitched groan. Maybe letting Charlie heal her more often wasn’t such a bad idea—
Pulling her out of her thoughts was a larger-than-usual hand—well, claw softly placed over her chest.
She looked down to see Charlie staring up at her with wide, dilated white pupils, her eyes redder than the sky, and her horns standing to their full length.
“Buenos días, mi vida,” Vaggie cooed groggily, leaning down to press a kiss to Charlie’s nose.
This seemed to snap Charlie out of whatever daze she’d been in as she finally smiled, snaking her claws around Vaggie’s waist to pull her down so their lips could meet.
Vaggie sighed into the kiss, ignoring both of their morning breath. She loved her girlfriend too much to care. She could wake up on top of Charlie every morning for all of eternity. She couldn’t stop the heat rising to her face when she noticed that Charlie had been drooling while watching her stretch.
A shiver found its way down her spine. With the extra moisture, she couldn’t help but moan. Charlie grinned into the kiss, softly nipping Vaggie’s bottom lip, then licking the area to relieve any pain the bite might have left. Vaggie truly had the sweetest girlfriend in all of creation.
Charlie always showed her love in even the little things she did, even while they were kissing.
As they parted, Vaggie heard a soft growl coming from her girlfriend’s throat and felt a tail softly wrap itself around her thigh.
“Buenos días, Vaggie!” Vaggie couldn’t deny the ache Charlie’s words created between her legs.
“Good pronunciation, sweetie.”
Charlie smiled proudly. “Thanks. You know, I have an amazing teacher.” She leaned up on her elbows so their faces were less than an inch apart.
Vaggie couldn’t help but giggle at her girlfriend’s antics. She was always so cute when she got all flirty and seductive.
Charlie’s smile softened as her claw left Vaggie’s hip and cupped her face, almost covering the side of it completely in its enlarged state, kissing her once more.
“Have I ever told you how cute your laugh is? I love it.”
Vaggie wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck as Charlie sat up the rest of the way. “You haven’t, but I can tell you do.”
Charlie’s throat began emitting a soft purr-like noise, leaving a gentle kiss on Vaggie’s cheek. Well, more than one — Charlie never kissed her just once. It was always three or more repeated kisses.
Not that Vaggie was complaining, she loved the affection more than anything in the universe. She gently reached up, combed her hand through Charlie’s hair, scratching her scalp.
Charlie relaxed into her touch immediately, her tail unwrapping from around Vaggie’s leg and lazily waving in place, softly tapping the bed as it moved.
Vaggie pressed a lingering kiss on Charlie’s cheek, peppering kisses down her neck until she reached her shoulder, taking a playful bite.
She could feel the way Charlie’s eyes snapped open before relaxing again and hugging her tighter, swiftly unclipping the back of Vaggie’s bra and letting it slide down her arms.
Vaggie blushed, sensing where this was going. “Sweetie, what time is it?” she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and affection.
Things were going well with the meetings, and they didn’t need to mess that up by being late.
“Mmm, it’s a little after seven... and the meetings were canc— I mean, we have enough time, baby,” Charlie cooed as her claws gently traced around the base of Vaggie’s wings. “How does your back feel? Do I need to heal it some more?”
Vaggie let out a soft laugh as Charlie’s claws danced on her back, tickling her. “It feels a lot better, honey,” she replied, stretching her wings up and over her head to show their full length, silently taking in the visual admiration she was receiving from her wide-eyed girlfriend. “See?”
Charlie’s claw reverted back to her hand as it softly combed through the feathers, earning a small shudder from Vaggie.
Vaggie could barely explain the effect Charlie’s touch had on her. Her entire soul felt like it was being sucked out of her in the best way possible. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Good,” Charlie leaned in close, nuzzling their noses together before bringing her voice down to a whisper. “I love you, Vaggie…”
Vaggie thought if she smiled any harder, her face would burst or she’d be stuck smiling forever.
Like Alastor.
But if that was the result of Charlie’s words, that fate wouldn’t be so bad.
“I love you too, sweetie.” Charlie’s face came closer, closing the gap between their lips.
Vaggie hummed blissfully, admiring how their lips and tongues intertwined in the most pleasant and gentle way possible, cupping Charlie’s face with both hands.
They were like perfect puzzle pieces made for each other.
Charlie’s hands slid lower down her back, hugging her tighter, then loosening her hold just to squeeze Vaggie slightly into her again repeatedly, tracing Vaggie’s spine with her fingertips.
Fuck, Vaggie didn’t know what it was, but she loved how it felt to be trapped in Charlie’s embrace. She instinctively lifted one of her legs slightly, allowing Charlie to grind her stomach against her core.
To be loved and held by the princess of Hell, yet also the kindest being in the entire universe, was an honor and Vaggie made sure to treat it as such.
Vaggie was hers forever, and she loved her so much.
Charlie’s tongue slowly slid out of Vaggie’s mouth, leaving strings of saliva between their tongues and a bit dripping from her mouth.
A comfortable silence settled between them, allowing Vaggie to relax into the feeling of Charlie’s gentle grinding, enjoying how her uncovered breasts squished into her girlfriend’s bra every time Charlie pushed against her a little tighter.
Vaggie sighed into her girlfriend’s neck, sliding one of her hands down from Charlie’s face to rest over one of her covered breasts.
Vaggie watched with a soft smirk as Charlie intensely bit her bottom lip in reaction to Vaggie’s thumb rolling over her hardened nipple through the fabric of her bra.
The fire in Charlie’s eyes grew, and a hand left from around Vaggie’s waist. Suddenly, Charlie’s bra felt loose as both sides of the bra strap fell off her shoulders, allowing Vaggie to reach under and play with her nipple between her two fingers, pressing her thumb on the front of it and rubbing it in slow circles.
A new rush of wetness filled her core while listening to Charlie’s airy and needy breathing, each brush of her thumb earning Vaggie another cute, breathy moan from her girlfriend.
Vaggie’s heart swelled at how adorable her girlfriend was. Every day she felt like she loved her more than the last.
“Eres tan hermosa, princesa,” Vaggie whispered.
Charlie’s half-lidded eyes somehow softened even more as she turned her head to face Vaggie’s hand on her face and peppered kisses in the center.
“Eres tan hermosa también, Vaggie,” Charlie whispered back, the words vibrating on her palm and coursing through her body, creating an ache in her core.
Vaggie couldn’t help but blush. Fuck, she loved when Charlie spoke Spanish back to her.
“Mine,” Charlie whispered, her elongated tongue sliding out and claiming Vaggie’s fingers — slipping through and around her digits as she kept eye contact with her.
Vaggie felt like she was in a trance, hypnotized by everything Charlie did. She was putty in Charlie’s hands.
Charlie’s eyes brightened, intensely staring at Vaggie’s slightly agape lips as if she found a better place to put her tongue.
Vaggie lightly giggled at the thought before Charlie reclaimed her lips yet again, proving her right. Charlie did, in fact, find a better place to put her tongue.
Her damp fingers found their way under Charlie’s other bra cup and used the new moisture to play with her other breast.
Charlie moaned against her lips as Vaggie’s thumbs massaged both of her breasts in unison.
Vaggie parted from the kiss first, making Charlie pout and half-heartedly slide her tongue out of her mouth, their tongues swirling around one another one last time before it left.
She felt like she could always find something new to admire about her girlfriend, from how loving it felt for Charlie’s tongue to slide off of hers to how she was looking at her right now as if she shrunk heaven and earth and gifted it to Charlie with her bare hands.
It was like kissing was all they needed, like they craved it more than air itself.
Vaggie felt the same way, but she decided that other parts of Charlie deserved just as much love as her lips were receiving.
With one last swipe of her thumb over her nipple, Vaggie leaned down, capturing one of her breasts between her lips.
Vaggie adored every part of Charlie, but especially those breasts. Each was perfect in its own way, and she couldn’t help but shower them both with affection.
She buried her face between them, squeezing them gently so they squished against her cheeks. Charlie laughed, the sound a delightful melody to Vaggie’s ears.
“Vaggieeee, you’re so silly,” Charlie giggled, her hands tangling in Vaggie’s hair.
Vaggie smiled as she sucked languidly on Charlie’s right nipple, pinching at the other with her fingers — alternating between sucking, swirling her tongue around it, and slightly nipping the skin in the surrounding areas.
She reveled in Charlie's soft moans, feeling the vibrations travel through her. She couldn’t have a favorite and hated that she couldn’t suck at them both at the same time.
Unless…
Vaggie squished both of Charlie’s breasts together, bringing her nipples close enough to attempt fitting both in her mouth. The attempt wasn’t as good as she had in mind, but the sight made Charlie look down at her with the cutest lovesick expression, their eyes locking in an intense, loving gaze.
“I love you so much, Vaggie,” Charlie whispered, her voice breathy from her giggles and her arousal.
Vaggie tried to respond, but her mouth was full, so it came out as a series of hums. Charlie’s giggle was music to her ears, and she continued her ministrations, determined to make her girlfriend feel all the love she had.
Eventually, Vaggie came off her breasts, unable to resist the urge to kiss Charlie again. How could she not? Especially with the way Charlie was looking down at her, licking her lips with so much desire.
She chased after Charlie’s lips, kissing her deeply and passionately, but Vaggie didn’t forget about Charlie’s breasts. Her thumbs were on both nipples, massaging them with a tender yet firm touch. She loved the way Charlie moaned into her mouth, their tongues dancing together in a perfect rhythm.
Charlie’s hand shifted, covering one of Vaggie’s hands still on her breast. Their fingers slotted together, as she guided Vaggie’s hand down her chest, over her stomach, and finally to the center of her panties. Vaggie hummed, feeling the wetness and warmth through the fabric.
“Fuck, Charlie, you’re so wet, hun,” Vaggie whispered as they parted from the kiss. She couldn’t believe how much she loved this woman, how every inch of her felt like a gift that Vaggie wanted to treasure forever.
She gently caressed the growing damp spot, teasingly slow.
The way Charlie responded — moaning softly, her body trembling with anticipation, only made Vaggie wetter herself. Just the thought of making Charlie feel this good, to have her so needy from a few light touches, made her ache with desire.
And she wasn’t even in her panties yet.
Charlie moaned pleadingly, her voice full of longing as she buried her face in Vaggie’s cheek, peppering her with kisses.
Vaggie smiled softly. “Let me show you just how much I love you, I’m going to take such good care of you,” she whispered.
“Please?” Charlie whimpered, her lips still pressed against Vaggie’s cheek.
Vaggie hummed, gently moving Charlie’s panties to the side, sliding her fingers through her girlfriend’s folds to finally feel her girlfriend’s slick warmth directly.
The sensation of Charlie’s arousal against her fingers, coupled with the way Charlie’s body reacted, arching into her touch, the instant trembling of her legs along with her soft gasps made Vaggie’s own need burn even hotter.
Vaggie couldn’t resist a smile, her fingers curved in, moving slowly, teasingly, exploring every inch of her girlfriend. “You’re so sensitive, babe.”
It was almost as if Charlie's entire body responded to her words. Her breath hitched and a cute soft, needy moan filled the air.
Charlie's fingers tightened in Vaggie’s hair, pulling her closer as if she couldn't bear any distance between them. Vaggie could feel the tremble in Charlie's legs, the way her hips bucked up, searching for more of her touch, more of her love.
The sound of Charlie gasping her name, begging her not to stop, sent a wave of desire coursing through Vaggie.
Fuck, seeing Charlie like this, completely at her mercy, and trembling with need made Vaggie feel more in love than ever.
Vaggie had to swallow back the drool that threatened to escape at the sight of just how wet and sensitive Charlie was. Every touch drew out such intense reactions, making Vaggie wonder if she had been neglectful of her girlfriend’s needs.
Has it really been that long since she held her like this? Since she fingered her with this kind of love and attention?
A sharp pang of regret hit her chest. Sure, they'd been having sex, but how long had it been since she truly filled Charlie up the way she knew she craved? Or fucked her so thoroughly that she couldn’t walk for the rest of the day?
Too long.
Charlie deserved more — so much more. Something that would reach deeper than her fingers ever could. Vaggie wanted her hands free to ensure her princess was pleased in every possible way.
Vaggie kissed her girlfriend’s cheek lovingly before reluctantly withdrawing her fingers, and sliding off the bed with a teasing smile.
“Vaggie?” Charlie’s eyes snapped open, her voice breathless, as her body trembled needily.
“Where are you going?” Charlie’s tail slashed the air, betraying the brief flash of frustration in her eyes as she watched Vaggie move away.
Vaggie glanced back, smirking as she licked her girlfriend’s arousal off her fingers, watching as Charlie adorably watched her every step. She sauntered over to the chest at the foot of their bed, bending down to grab what she needed.
She could hear the bed shifting as Charlie crawled closer, trying to see what Vaggie was up to — or why she was edging her.
Which she wasn’t! Vaggie quickly stood up, holding a dildo and strap in one hand and lube in the other, catching Charlie blushing bashfully at the sight.
Even though her current actions said otherwise, she couldn’t edge Charlie, not now. Not while she was so wet and so desperate for the release that she was going to give her.
Vaggie leaned in close, their noses almost touching.
“Hermosa,” she cooed, “Is this size alright, or should we go bigger… or smaller?”
Charlie broke their intense eye contact to glance at the bright red dildo in Vaggie’s hand. Rather than answering, she reached out, wrapping her arms around Vaggie’s waist and closing the gap between their lips.
Vaggie instinctively dropped everything onto the bed, her hands immediately cradling Charlie’s face. Her girlfriend’s lips against hers were enough to make her nearly melt, and Charlie quickly took the opportunity to fall back onto the bed, bringing Vaggie on top of her.
Charlie’s gentle yet firm grip held her in place, making Vaggie’s core ache with need.
But Vaggie hadn’t forgotten the goal. She reluctantly parted from Charlie’s lips, reaching for the dildo, but Charlie pouted at the loss of Vaggie’s touch.
Vaggie’s heart softened. She leaned in, intending for one more peck, but Charlie flipped their positions, leaving Vaggie on her back with Charlie leaning over her, giggling as their fingers intertwined and her arms were pinned on either side of her head.
“Gotcha,” Charlie purred with a snicker.
Vaggie wanted to switch their positions again but she couldn’t focus on anything except the position of their legs which placed her knee directly against Charlie’s front, feeling the heat and slickness coating her leg.
Charlie was dripping.
Feeling her girlfriend’s core so close yet so far from her own was enough to turn Vaggie into a panting mess, her wings slightly fluttering after every breath.
Charlie’s face lit up with a large dopey smile, clearly pleased with how quickly she’d turned the tables. She nuzzled their noses together before planting a long, lingering kiss on Vaggie’s cheek.
“So cute,” she cooed, burying her face in Vaggie’s neck and sucking on the spot she knew Vaggie loved.
Charlie always knew exactly how to make Vaggie melt. She knew the right places to touch, how to hold her, and what to say. And fuck, Vaggie couldn’t get enough. She loved her so much.
Charlie soon lifted her head, kissing Vaggie’s lips again, freeing one of her hands to cradle Vaggie’s face.
“I love you so much, Vaggie—” Charlie cooed after they parted from the kiss, smiling down at her as their foreheads touched.
“I love you too, mi vida…”
The heat radiating from Charlie’s body suddenly intensified, and her horns stood a little taller. “—But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to edge the fuck out of you,” Charlie purred, a demonic undertone coating her voice.
Oh shit.
A shiver ran down Vaggie’s spine and across her wings as Charlie licked her lips, looking down at her like she was about to devour her prey.
Vaggie felt her panties being pulled down, and she didn’t even need to look to know how soaked she was.
Charlie let out a satisfied purr-like hum at the sight, which only made Vaggie’s arousal surge even more. She knew Charlie could feel it too — the way her wetness intensified against her leg.
Charlie brought them to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy before fluttering closed, savoring the scent of Vaggie’s arousal.
The sudden absence of her panties sent a cold shiver over Vaggie’s exposed pussy, a stark reminder of the strap that lay idle on the other side of the bed.
Damn it, she was supposed to be using that on Charlie right now. Especially with how wet Charlie still was. Why was Charlie so intent on teasing her instead of letting her finish what she started?
Vaggie knew she needed to show Charlie how much she meant to her, to make her feel as cherished as she always made Vaggie feel. But she also knew Charlie wouldn’t give up control that easily. Was there any way to regain the upper hand?
Maybe… just maybe.
Vaggie’s gaze shifted to Charlie’s tail, which was waving excitedly in the air behind her. Without hesitation, she grabbed it with her free hand, quickly guiding it between her lips and harshly sucking.
“Fuck!” Charlie yelped, biting down on Vaggie’s panties.
Her reaction was immediate. Charlie’s eyes snapped open and her hips bucked against Vaggie’s knee erratically in a way she’d never seen before.
Vaggie almost would’ve thought something was wrong if it weren’t for how her tail so desperately clung to Vaggie’s mouth and how she was actively seeking friction against her knee.
Was Charlie’s tail really that sensitive? Did Vaggie do the wrong thing? Concern flickered in her mind, but Charlie’s desperate movements told her otherwise.
“Charlie, I’m sorry. Are you oka—?”
“Vaggie, please—fuck, please,” Charlie gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I need you so bad, Vaggie, baby, please…”
How could Vaggie possibly resist such a plea? She never intended to. Charlie deserved everything she had to offer, every ounce of love and devotion. If Vaggie could give her soul, she would, but she knew Charlie loved her too much to take it.
Charlie finally crawled off of her, and Vaggie wasted no time fixing the strap on herself. The eagerness in Charlie’s eyes almost had Vaggie on the verge of touching herself if it wasn’t for her restraint.
She knew that if Charlie saw her touching herself, she’d forget about her own needs and take care of Vaggie’s without a second thought.
When she reached for the lube, she found it already in Charlie’s hands. Charlie poured out half the bottle and smothered it all over the strap with a slow, jacking-off motion, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Vaggie blushed, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. Even though she couldn’t physically feel it, seeing Charlie make such loving eye contact with her while lubricating it had her jerking her hips along with Charlie’s hand.
Vaggie’s fingers reached for Charlie’s tail, which hung patiently still, almost as if waiting for her touch. The moment Charlie realized what she was doing, the tail obediently fell into her hands.
Vaggie kissed the heart-shaped center of it, earning a sweet shiver from her love. As the tail slithered away, it brushed tenderly under Vaggie’s chin, a loving caress before it left.
She then took a step forward, placing her finger in the center of Charlie’s chest and gently nudging, causing Charlie to walk backwards until her back reached the wall.
The look in Charlie’s eye — the anticipation and the way Vaggie could tell that her girlfriend was so desperate for it, so needy, left Vaggie nearly breathless.
Vaggie reached for Charlie’s tail again and grabbed it, harshly yanking it the way she knew her girlfriend loved.
Charlie moaned, turning around to give Vaggie more access to her tail.
“Shh, hermosa, you’re okay,” Vaggie cooed lovingly, sliding her hand down the length of Charlie’s tail. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetie.”
Charlie’s ass only perked up higher when Vaggie’s hand reached the base of her tail as she rubbed the area, a silent apology for yanking it so harshly.
Vaggie teased the tip of her dildo around her girlfriend’s entrance, relishing in how Charlie’s knees buckled in anticipation.
Her hands steadily gripped her girlfriend’s waist. It had been so long since they’d used it, and the thought of hurting Charlie made her want to be as tender as possible.
Charlie deserved the kind of care that went beyond simple desire.
She deserved to be adored, loved, worshipped for everything she was.
The urge to give her everything, to make her feel how deeply she was cherished, consumed Vaggie’s mind.
*Slow. Go slow.* Vaggie reminded herself as she pushed in, careful to ease the strap inch by inch. Charlie’s body trembled, her soft gasp filling the space between them. The sensation sent a shiver across Vaggie’s half-closed wings.
Charlie was always so patient, so loving. How could anyone not want to treat her like the goddess she was?
"You’re so perfect, mi amor," Vaggie whispered, her voice filled with love, almost a prayer. Every touch was calculated, gentle. "I’ve got you… I’ll be gentle."
But before Vaggie could fully settle into the slow rhythm, Charlie’s body took over, instinctively bucking her hips back, taking all of it in. The sudden force of Charlie’s thrust caught Vaggie off guard, pushing her back slightly.
As the initial shock faded, it was quickly replaced with warmth as she watched Charlie look back at her, cheeks flushed and lips parted. Her cheek, pressed sweetly against the wall, radiated bashful eagerness.
Fuck, she was beautiful. So beautiful it made Vaggie’s heart ache.
Then Charlie’s tail wrapped itself around Vaggie’s wrist, that familiar, possessive yet loving touch guiding her back. It was as if Charlie was giving her an unspoken, ”Don’t hold back, I need you.”
A soft laugh bubbled from Vaggie’s throat as her heart swelled with so much adoration. “So eager, hermosa…” she murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to Charlie’s back. “I love it.”
She loved her so much.
Vaggie couldn’t hold back any longer. She thrust forward, matching Charlie’s eagerness with her own, her body moving at a gentle pace yet at an intensity that she knew Charlie craved.
Each thrust was met with breathless moans, and even from this position, their eyes never left one another’s. Charlie’s cheek was squished against the wall, her eyes looking over her shoulder and never failing to meet Vaggie’s with pure need and affection.
“I love it when you look at me like that,” Charlie whispered, her voice almost breathless as it trembled. “You love knowing you’re mine, don’t you?”
For a moment all of hell seemed to stop and words hit Vaggie like a jolt of electricity. Her heart skipped a beat, and she had to bite back a whimper, her body trembling with the sudden urge to come undone with each thrust.
She hadn’t even realized how she’d been looking at Charlie, but now, knowing how much Charlie loved it, her pulse quickened.
“Yes…” Vaggie breathed, the word almost a whimper, spilling from her lips before she could stop it. "I’m yours... tudo tuyo, mi vida.” The words came as she rocked forward, losing herself in the rhythm.
"You’re so beautiful," Vaggie whispered, her voice thick with emotion, struggling to keep control as she thrust deeper. "So, so beautiful para mi, mi amor."
Charlie deserved the world, and if it were possible, Vaggie would give her the entire universe. She’d give her every part of herself, body and soul, if Charlie asked for it.
Vaggie’s breath hitched when she saw Charlie’s tongue sweep across her lips, eyes still locked on hers, starving for more of her yet content in her desire. A little drool glistened on the lip that Charlie had been licking and Vaggie felt herself grow even wetter at the sight.
God, she was beautiful. Perfect.
Those beautiful half lidded doe eyes held her as their willing captive. Every breath was a battle to keep her own orgasm at bay, but she was losing herself.
Charlie didn’t even need to touch her to get her to this point. She was utterly hypnotized by how much love and need Charlie could pour into a single look.
“I love you so much…” Charlie murmured, still breathless but filled with so much warmth. “You’re my everything… my whole world… m-my wife.”
Hearing the word "wife" in that sweet, breathless tone sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over Vaggie. The way Charlie said it, the way she claimed her—Vaggie nearly lost it. Her wings slightly fluttered with each breath as she panted between thrusts.
Charlie knew exactly what she was doing. That look, the way her lips parted just slightly, how her gaze never left Vaggie’s.
Fuck, Vaggie could feel herself teetering on the edge, desperate for more but also content to be wrapped in the overwhelming flood of her love for Charlie, pleasing her like this.
Vaggie was barely even aware of the words she was whispering, all rambling praise and adoration for the woman she adored.
She deserves all of her. She deserves to feel everything, to be loved so deeply she knows how special she is.
Charlie’s always been so patient, so good to her, and she wants to give her everything.
Charlie gasped as if she heard her, her claws digging into the wall, puncturing the surface as her body tightened.
But just as Vaggie was about to savor the look in Charlie’s face as she came, Charlie turned her head, no longer looking back.Her forehead pressed hard against the wall, her head facing down and her tail leaving her wrist to wrap around Vaggie’s waist, holding her impossibly close.
The pressure from her tail kept the strap buried deep inside, locking them together as Charlie came undone. Vaggie could feel her trembling as if their bodies were one, could feel the raw power of Charlie’s screaming release as it reverberated through her own body.
“Amor, look at me…” Vaggie nearly begged. Her voice was shaky but firm as she kept thrusting, eager to help Charlie ride out her orgasm even though the movement was shallow, restrained by her tail’s grip.
Charlie’s head remained turned, her face buried into the wall as her body quaked, and Vaggie’s heart clenched. She needed to see her, needed to watch her fall apart.
“Please…” Vaggie’s voice cracked with the intensity of it, her wings twitching as her movements became more erratic, chasing that high. “I need to see your face, hon.”
Charlie’s head still hadn’t budged, she was most likely unable to hear Vaggie because of how loud she was moaning. So Vaggie shook off her disappointment, she could always see Charlie’s orgasm face another time.
Right now all she needed to focus on was stretching her girlfriend’s orgasm out as long as possible, Vaggie thought as she continued thrusting until Charlie’s tail loosened from around her waist and her erratic breathing seemed to calm down.
Vaggie’s chest tightened with affection as she slowed her thrusts, holding Charlie’s hips closer, both of them trembling from the aftermath. Her legs were still shaking, the residual heat from Charlie’s body lingering on her skin, driving her crazy with need.
"Charlie," Vaggie whispered breathlessly, her voice hushed and tender. "Are you okay, mi vida?"
Charlie’s head turned just enough to meet Vaggie’s gaze, her lips still parted as she tried to catch her breath. "I feel amazing," she murmured, her voice heavy with satisfaction. "Just... my neck hurts a little."
Vaggie frowned in concern, her hand gently massaging the side of Charlie’s neck that she thought may be hurting. She hummed, looking down at her girlfriend’s flushed skin. Now that she thought about it, looking back for that long can’t be comfortable.
With a soft sigh, Vaggie eased out, holding onto the wall to stand up properly.
Somehow, Charlie stood up fully, her posture regaining its strength as if nothing had happened. She towered over Vaggie, licking her lips with a sly smile. Vaggie stood there, legs still trembling, completely overcome with need and exhaustion, watching Charlie as if she were the only thing in the world.
"You felt so good, Vaggie," Charlie purred, her hand finding its way under Vaggie’s chin. Vaggie’s breath caught, amazed at how fast Charlie’s demeanor switched from submission, her heart fluttering in her chest. Charlie gently guided Vaggie toward the bed, and without a word, Vaggie sank onto her lap, practically collapsing from exhaustion.
One of Charlie’s hands massaged Vaggie’s back in soothing circles, using her claws from the other to rip the strap off of her hips.
As the strap fell away, Charlie leaned back against the bed, pulling Vaggie with her. Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate line down Vaggie’s body, grazing over her sensitive skin, until they reached her center. Vaggie gasped as Charlie’s fingers found their way to her clit, sliding through her wetness with a knowing touch.
“Still in the mood?” Charlie murmured, her voice low, a hint of concern in her tone.
Vaggie’s body responded before her mind could. She pressed her hips into Charlie’s hand, needing more, her voice soft but desperate, “Yeah…” Her breath hitched as she rubbed herself against Charlie’s fingers, craving the friction, the pressure, the release that was just out of reach.
Charlie hummed in response, her touch never wavering as she slowly slid two of her longest fingers into Vaggie. The sensation was electric, sending a shiver through Vaggie’s body, but Charlie remained still, allowing Vaggie to adjust to the intimate intrusion.
Vaggie’s body trembled, her breaths coming faster as she started to move, her hips rocking against Charlie’s hand. Vaggie could no longer hold back the desperate moans that slipped from her lips.
“Please…” Vaggie whispered, her voice shaky, “I’m so close…”
Charlie’s eyes softened with affection, her lips curling into a smile as she whispered, “You’re so cute, Vaggie. Anything for you.” With that, her fingers began to move, slow and deliberate, the friction sending Vaggie spiraling further into need.
Vaggie loved her so much.
The way Charlie’s fingers slid in and out of her, the ease with which they moved, made Vaggie’s body shudder with each thrust. Every movement was tender, loving, yet intense, pushing her closer to the edge.
Vaggie could feel the pressure building deep inside, the familiar sensation of release bubbling just below the surface. “I’m close, Charlie… so close…” she whispered, her voice breathless, her body shaking from arousal.
Charlie lifted her hips up, the angle perfect as she rubbed her own clit against Vaggie’s, amplifying the pleasure. It was the final push, the moment that sent Vaggie over the edge. Her body tensed, her breath catching in a soft gasp as she came undone, the wave of pleasure crashing over her.
Charlie’s lips crashed into hers, swallowing all of her moans, holding her tight.
As Charlie’s fingers slowly withdrew, their kiss lingered, the silence between them comfortable and soft. Charlie’s tongue traced a slow line across Vaggie’s lips, leaving a small trail of saliva before pulling back just enough to smile at her.
They stayed like that, eyes locked, breathing softly, as Charlie gently kissed Vaggie’s face, starting at her temple and moving to her cheek. Each kiss was tender, a quiet reminder of how much they loved one another.
Vaggie closed her eyes, leaning into the affection, feeling the warmth of Charlie’s touch. No words were needed — just this simple, peaceful moment shared between them.