Vaggie's lips met the soft, exposed skin of Charlie's shoulder, her kisses slow and deliberate, each one a promise of what was to come. The gentle warmth of her mouth against Charlie's bare skin sent shivers coursing through the princess's body, her soft moans filling the air. Vaggie's hands moved in tandem with her mouth, slowly sliding Charlie's shirt down her arms, revealing more of her body inch by inch.
Charlie writhed beneath her, her wrists still bound by the angelic cuffs, helpless and at Vaggie's mercy. Her breaths came in short, needy gasps, her lips parting as she whispered, "Leave marks... please, Vaggie... make sure they stay. I want to feel you on me... even after this is over."
Vaggie's eyes darkened with desire at Charlie's request, a slow smile curling at the corners of her lips. "You want my marks on you, princesa?" she teased, her voice low and sultry. "You want everyone to know you're mine?"
Charlie's head fell back against the pillows, her body trembling as Vaggie's mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down her collarbone and toward her chest. "Yes," Charlie breathed, her voice heavy with need. "Make sure they know. Mark me."
Vaggie's lips paused just above the lace of Charlie's bra, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, leaving a faint red mark. She lingered, teasing her princess, before biting down gently, just hard enough to leave a small, visible reminder of her touch. Charlie gasped, her hips instinctively bucking up toward Vaggie, desperate for more.
"Good girl," Vaggie murmured against her skin, satisfied with the response. "You'll get your marks, but I'll take my time." Her lips continued their journey, exploring every curve of Charlie's body with deliberate precision. With each kiss, she left faint bruises, small love bites scattered across her skin.
Charlie's moans grew louder with each touch, her body arching toward Vaggie's, craving more. "Vaggie..." she whispered, her voice a plea. "More... please."
Vaggie's hands moved to Charlie's back, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it fall away, revealing more of her princess's body. She kissed her way down Charlie's torso, her lips lingering over her ribs, her stomach, and then lower, always teasing, always making her wait.
"You look so beautiful like this," Vaggie whispered, her voice dripping with affection and desire. "So helpless... so mine."
Charlie's breath hitched, her entire body on fire from the slow, torturous attention. "I am yours..." she gasped, her eyes half-lidded, filled with longing. "All yours."
With a final smirk, Vaggie placed one more lingering kiss just above Charlie's hips, her teeth grazing the delicate skin, leaving another mark. She looked up at her lover, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"You'll remember this night," Vaggie said, her voice firm and sultry, "because I'll make sure you feel every one of these marks tomorrow."
Charlie moaned in response, her body overwhelmed with pleasure, her mind lost in the haze of desire. Vaggie's lips, her touch, her possessiveness—it was everything she had wanted, everything she craved. And as Vaggie continued her slow, sensual assault on her body, Charlie knew she was marked, body and soul, as Vaggie's forever.
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Vaggie The Moth Babe
AdventureIn the depths of Hell, inside a city in perpetual turmoil, hidden in the rooms of the Hazbin Hotel, a young couple of girls consummates their love story between ups and downs and with all their friends.