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Chapter 27

The Hazbin Hotel

Trevor helped Vaggie walk up to his room. She didn't really need help, but her feet were still aching.

"So, you interested in watching Phantom of the Opera, sometime?" Trevor asked.

"Definitely." Vaggie sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed and took her boots off. "Tonight, I just want to go to bed."

"Likewise, my dear."

When he turned to the bed, she was laying on the covers, her beautiful body exposed to him. The only clothing she was wearing was her pantyhose.

"Am I to assume that you are ready?" Trevor asked.

"You assume correctly," Vaggie replied, her voice more steady than last time, but still nervous.

"Are you sure?" Trevor knelt on the other side of the bed.

Vaggie answered by gently pulling his boxers down. His soft cock was only about six inches long, but it would be nine inches when it hardened.

"I'm sure," she said, before taking his dick into her mouth. She sucked the entire length into her mouth, before pulling her head back. She repeated this several times, until she made him cum in her mouth.

"Tastes different than what I remember," Vaggie said after swallowing it.

She then laid back on the bed, expecting Trevor to insert himself. However, he instead placed his face between her legs.

"Ah!" she exclaimed as his tongue filled her pussy. "Oh, dios mio!"

Trevor smiled before his tongue split into three. The two pectoral tongues held her pussy open, while the center tongue rubbed against her g-spot. She moaned and grasped the sheets tightly to keep herself under control. The pectoral tongues then snaked further in and massaged the rest of her insides.

"Oh, fuck!" Vaggie gasped. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

The liquid poured from her pussy into Trevor's mouth. Using his tongues as a water slide, not a single drop spilled onto the sheets.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing." Vaggie was out of breath, but she was gaining energy fast.

"I think we have enough lubrication to do this," Trevor said huskily, pulling a condom out of his nightstand with a thin tentacle. "Unless, of course, you're content with one orgasm."

"Not a fucking chance, bucko," she growled, wrapping her legs around his waist and squeezing his crotch against hers.

"Whoa, there, sweetie!" Trevor exclaimed. "You should have been a succubus if you have an appetite like this!"

"I'm too clingy for that shit, now put the condom on."

Trevor smirked as he did as he was told. He liked this side of Vaggie, as it matched his appetite perfectly.

He initially aimed to put it in slowly, but Vaggie grew impatient and slammed his cock into her vagina. Both parties moaned at the sudden wave of pleasure, and Vaggie was actually shivering.

"Oh, God," Trevor gasped, his tongue threatening to come out. "At this rate, you'll send me to the Second Circle."

Vaggie couldn't respond beyond an exhausted chuckle, as her mouth was open and her tongue was hanging out. She looked absolutely adorable.

Trevor then slowly began to slide in and out of her, his work on her pussy proving effective. His tongue then split into two and went to work on her nipples. His hands glided over her soft skin and remained in the places most erotic for her.

Angel Dust was fluffy.

Katie Killjoy was leathery.

Nifty was rubbery.

Vaggie was silky.

Winner? Yep, Vaggie.

The rate at which they fucked accelerated quickly, and Trevor had to pull his tongues back into his mouth to keep from biting them. They made no sounds aside from moaning, of which there was plenty. In the heat of the moment, Trevor looked down at Vaggie to admire her.

Her eyes had rolled upwards and her tongue was hanging out like a dog's. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered just how lucky he was.

Finally, they came together at the same time. Trevor held his cock in her pussy as the inflating condom filled Vaggie's womb. Trevor was too busy enjoying himself to notice that, as she came, her back sprouted a pair of vibrant orange butterfly wings.

Finally, as the wings faded, the two lovers laid beside each other. Trevor pulled his wilting cock out of her leaking pussy and threw the condom into the trash. He then wrapped his arms around Vaggie and held her close.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" Trevor asked.

"Hell, yes," the demoness replied. "I don't care what people say. You're all mine."

"A pleasure to be yours, ma'am."

Lucifer's Palace

The King of Hell stood on the balcony, admiring the landscape of his second-most prized creation.

"Did you gather the information you needed, my Lord?" the Hell Priest asked.

"Yes," Lucifer replied.

The point of his masquerade was to find out which of the Hazbin Hotel's residents was actually the Shadow. He knew that the Shadow was capable of shooting hellfire from it's mouth, but the manipulation of the deadly fire wasn't a unique power.

However, the actions of Trevor Williams was enough to confirm his suspicions. Not only did Trevor threaten Lucifer's maid with the promise of hellfire, but his hair had extended into the shape of a cobra's hood.

A detail that the Shadow had.

Although he was glad that he found out who the Shadow was, Lucifer was concerned that Trevor's girlfriend was, in fact, Vagatha Rodriquez, who was formerly Charlie's girlfriend.

What events transpired to separate his daughter and this young girl, and bring her together with the Shadow?

"Trevor Williams is the Shadow," Lucifer told his Priest. "I will send agents to learn of his habits and personal lifestyle."

"Sir, there is something else," the Hell Priest said.

"What is it, Deag Grav?"

"The Orb revealed a prophecy to us," Grav replied. "The Shadow will overpower the Serpent, and will render it impotent."

Lucifer was enraged by this news, but he kept up his cool exterior.

"Is there a way to stop this prophecy from coming true?" the King of Hell asked.

"Prophecies are not set in stone, my Lord," the Deag replied. "They only tell us what may transpire. What will may be completely different."