Vaggie The Moth Babe

Chapter 31: Interrupted by a Queen

Charlie lay breathless on the bed, her body covered in the marks of Vaggie's affection, each one a testament to the passion they were sharing. Her wrists were still bound to the headboard by the angelic handcuffs, and her lips were parted in anticipation as Vaggie leaned down for another kiss. Just as their lips were about to meet, a sharp ringtone cut through the heated moment.

Vaggie groaned in frustration, pulling back slightly. "Who could be calling you now?"

Charlie, still panting from the intense sensations, struggled to catch her breath. "I-I don't know, babe... but it's probably important."

Vaggie sighed, reluctantly grabbing the phone from the nightstand. Her eyes widened as she saw the name on the screen.

"Babr, it's your mother," Vaggie said, showing Charlie the phone.

Charlie's eyes grew wide, a mixture of surprise and panic crossing her face. "M-Mom?! Right now?"

Vaggie smirked as she answered the call, holding the phone to Charlie's ear while keeping her pinned to the bed with one hand. "Better answer, princesa," Vaggie teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Charlie took a deep breath, her voice still shaky from their previous activities. "H-Hello, Mom?"

On the other end of the line, Lilith's regal voice came through, calm but with an edge of curiosity. "Charlie, darling, where is your father? I've been trying to reach him for a while, but he's not answering."

Charlie bit her lip, trying to sound composed even though her mind was still reeling from what she and Vaggie had just been doing. "Uh, he... he was here for a while, Mom, but he's gone back to the palace. I think he needed some time to, um, reflect on things."

Lilith paused for a moment, as if assessing her daughter's tone. "Is everything all right, sweetheart? You sound... a bit out of breath. Still having hot intimate sessions with your fianceè ?"

Charlie felt a wave of heat flood her cheeks as she stammered. "N-No, I mean, yes! Everything's fine mum. I'm just, having fun!" She shot Vaggie a look, but Vaggie just grinned wider, clearly enjoying the situation.

Lilith's voice softened slightly. "If you're sure... well, tell your father when you see him that I expect him to return my call. And, Charlie, don't forget your duties. You're the princess of Hell, after all."

"Yes, Mom, I will," Charlie said quickly, her voice strained as Vaggie's fingers gently grazed her side, sending shivers through her body even as she tried to focus on the conversation.

"Good. I love you, darling," Lilith said, her tone warm before the call ended.

Vaggie lowered the phone, her expression amused as she looked down at Charlie, who was still recovering from the unexpected interruption. "Well, that was fun," Vaggie teased, placing the phone back on the nightstand.

Charlie let out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. "I can't believe my mom called in the middle of this," she muttered, still trying to catch her breath.

Vaggie smirked, her eyes glinting with renewed mischief. "Oh, don't worry, princesa... I'll make you forget all about that phone call."

Charlie's pulse quickened again, her body already responding to Vaggie's tone. "Please..." she whispered, her voice low and filled with need. "Make the bites harder this time."

Vaggie's smile turned wicked as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Charlie's ear. "As you wish," she whispered, her voice dripping with sensuality.

Without another word, Vaggie's mouth found Charlie's neck, and this time, her teeth sank into the soft skin with more intensity. Charlie gasped, her body arching up toward Vaggie's as the sharp sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Vaggie didn't stop there. She moved lower, her mouth tracing along Charlie's collarbone, biting and sucking with deliberate force, leaving deep red marks in her wake. Charlie moaned loudly, her hands tugging helplessly at the cuffs as her body surrendered completely to the pleasure.

Each bite, each kiss, left a new mark, a symbol of Vaggie's claim over her. And as Vaggie's lips continued their journey, Charlie's mind spun with desire, her earlier embarrassment fading into nothingness as she gave herself over entirely to the moment.

By the time Vaggie was done, Charlie's skin was a canvas of love bites and bruises, each one a reminder of the passion they had shared. And as they collapsed together on the bed, exhausted and satisfied, Charlie couldn't help but smile.

She was marked, body and soul, and she wouldn't have had it any other way.