It wasn't the screeching of an alarm clock that awoke Katie this morning. It began in her dreams, picturing writhing slim tentacles binding her and slowly but surely slithering in and out her pussy. After a sudden attack to her clitoris she gasped awake, her first breath being stolen by a mouth planted on her own, a familiar tongue intruding. Quick on the uptake, Katie melted into the embrace of her wife, Charlie Morningstar, wrapping her hands around her neck and moaning as Charlie's daring fingers danced around a vagina well known to her touch.
Their kiss ended and begun once again with barely a gap to breath between, continuing this way for a while till Katie was compelled to wrench her head back and let out a "Fuck!" as Charlie began an assault on her G-spot. Amongst groans, moans, swearing and demands, Katie clung to her lover for dear life till the wave of orgasmic bliss inevitably washed over her. Charlie however did not let up, quickly granting Katie three more nuts with her deft fingers. Both of them panting, but Katie definitely more so than Charlie, the two gazed into each other's eyes and came together for a post-orgasm make out session.
"Morning sleepy head", Charlie giggled.
"Morning. Isn't it usually me who gives you the wake-up call though?", Katie asked sarcastically, a wry smile on her face.
"Well today is a special day after all", the Queen of Hell replied.
And a very special day it would be indeed for the two of them; by the end of it, they would be closer than ever before. But how did they get here, Hell's Queen and her Queen Consort, Katie Morningstar?
Life was bliss for the two demonesses. Though estranged from her old long-time girlfriend, Vaggie, Charlie Magne was with the love of her life, Katie Killjoy, the two's relationship having blossomed naturally after colliding into each other at the library. Since then, Charlie had abandoned her dreams for the Hazbin Hotel, the rehabilitation of demon-kind and the elimination of the mass culls bestowed upon them by the angelic Exterminators. Instead, the princess had devoted all of her existence to the pleasure of her lady love, becoming Katie's trophy girlfriend. Such a hold the news anchor had on her paramour that Charlie even called herself as Katie did; Charlotte.
Although Charlotte thought herself contented, many saw her as a shell of her former self. Though her enthusiasm for rehabilitating sinners was seen as over-indulgent, lame and cringe, her 180-degree turn to not doing anything about the issues which plagued Hell, instead devoting all of her energy to Katie, was seen as pathetic and hypocritical by much of demon society. Charlotte rarely left the apartment without Katie's say-so, deferring all decisions for her life and activities to her crimson-skirt-suited lover. Charlotte rarely even saw any of her old friends, only associating with them when bumping into them on a date with Katie.
Killjoy being a natural dominant, most certainly got off on Charlotte's subservience, finding her beloved's attempts to be perfect for her adorable, her heart swelling every time her little princess wore a certain outfit or kept a certain sex toy(s) within her all day for Katie's satisfaction. And for over a year the two were blissfully fulfilled with their lives, ignoring the fact that under the surface, discontent was brewing.
The situation in Hell was getting worse by the day. Battles in the street between wannabe Overlords took many the life of an innocent (or as innocent as one could be in Hell) bystander and the Overlords themselves delighted in toying with the people they ruled ruining lives just for kicks. And as for the other ruling classes, the royal Goetia and the Seven Deadly Sins, their affairs had been causing nothing but grief with constant assassination attempts, ransoms, and general carnage brought about by their mere existence as the upper classes, not to mention their sordid love affairs causing all sorts of drama (the tumultuous dalliances between a certain bird prince and his imp lover comes to mind).
But even worse than that was the exponential increase in sinners coming into Hell. Such a large number were there that the Executioners were making their presence known with frightening frequency, culling sinner and Hell-born denizen alike. Eliminating sinners who had had their chance at a good life was one thing but when demons who had been born into a life of sin and debauchery as a natural citizen were being eliminated unjustly it just proved that something had to be done.
Charlotte had cut herself off from her family and to Katie's surprise, it seemed like her parents were fine with their heir making her own decisions, not that they ever called or visited anyway. Thanks to Katie's job, the couple still had plenty of money to live the high class lifestyle of celebrities, but with constant street violence and robberies becoming incessant it was a daily occurrence that Katie had to scare off or take out someone trying to rob, kidnap, or do unspeakable things to her and/ or her beloved. Charlotte for the most part tried to keep up an air of not being bothered by the social decay of Hell, focussing all her attention on appearing pleasant and cute for her girlfriend, but Katie could tell by the faraway, pained look she glanced in her eyes that Charlotte was hurting.
Things came to a head one night when Charlotte received a phone call from the Pride Ring's hospital while Katie was out presenting the evening news. For the first time in years, she took action on her own accord, writing a quick note for her current girlfriend and rushing to the unit where her ex-girlfriend, Vaggie, had been admitted. The doctors explained that Vaggie had gotten caught in the crossfire of a battle between Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb and there was an only 50-50 chance she would survive the night. Into the small hours, Charlotte stayed by Vaggie's bedside, softly weeping as she regretted all the time lost and opportunities missed to patch things up with her former best friend, reeling over the reality that she would never likely have that chance. Katie arrived, comforting her paramour as she burst into full hysterics.
"It's all my fault! If I hadn't have given up on the Hotel, maybe the Overlord wars would be over and Vaggie wouldn't have gotten hurt!".
Charlotte wept into Katie's prominent bosom as she held her, a rare feeling of guilt sickening Katie to her core.
'Shit. Well done you selfish cunt, you've gone and made the future ruler of Hell and the only one who can fix this shit-show into a snivelling little bitch! And just cuz of your fucking S&M kink! You know how much sway you've got over her; you could've built her up into a huge star or the fucking messiah or something! Instead you just said "fuck you" to her dreams and made her forget all about them. A person who really gave a shit about her would have supported he, even if her ideas were complete horseshit. Well no fucking more; Hell needs its princess, Charlotte needs her balls back, and you need to get your head out of your ass!', Katie thought to herself.
It was fun while it lasted, the complete control she had over her adoring beau, but for once her girlfriend's needs came before her own.
Katie soothed Charlotte as her tears dried up, and when the young woman was ready, the MILF instructed her, "Charlotte, come with me please. It's alright, we're not going to leave the hospital".
With trepid curiosity, Charlotte followed as Katie checked the ward for an empty room, finding one and locking the door behind them, the glow of the moon and neon city lights through the window illuminating the darkened space.
"I know you want to cheer me up, but I don't think this is a good time for…", Charlie began as Katie undressed, trailing off as she realised Katie's behaviour was certainly out of the ordinary.
The news anchor had not only taken off her dress, but even her high heels and jewellery which she almost never did. Katie lay atop a hospital bed, getting onto all fours with her ass raised and her upper body lowered, turning slightly to look at Charlotte.
"Charlotte, please… have your way with me", the curvaceous bug-demon asked, her sex glistening with pre-emptive juices.
"Katie, what are you-"; Charlotte was interrupted by Katie.
"Please, I'm begging you, take me. Fucking ravage me. I want, no I need to be yours. I need you to own me".
The look on Katie's face was erotic, desparate an utterly submissive; a face Charlotte had never seen before, and Katie had never shared with anyone. It was a risky move; flipping the domme and submissive relationship so rapidly could potentially cause the former sub to flip out. Unsurely, Charlie stepped closer to Katie.
"Katie, I…".
The look in Katie's eyes, it was almost like she was praying to her god. Plus the thick, delightful musk of her pussy, glistening and inviting, alongside an adorable and vice-tight pink asshole which heaved with her heartbeat like a bitch in heat was a picturesque sight to behold. Truly, the attraction Charlotte felt was animalistic; confusion turned to singlemindedness as a switch was flipped in her brain. Her demonic form, long since kept buried suddenly erupted, her hair tie bursting open as her golden locks cascaded from imprisonment, horns sprouting from her head, her teeth growing into large, jagged canines, and her eyes becoming far more infernal, her sclera turning red, irises shrinking and pupils retracting into narrow slits. With a sudden burst of flame she threw herself at Katie's awaiting rear end, making the mature sinner cry out in sudden shock and delight as Charlotte ravaged her pussy and asshole with tongue and finger, her tongue travelling all the way up to Katie's womb and into her intestines.
"Oh Lucifer yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh thank you!", Katie yelled out, her moans of ecstasy letting the entire hospital know exactly what was going down for the next two hours. When a nurse entered the room and turned on the light to ask the lovebirds to quit it, they both turned to her with rage-filled faces, screeching and hissing at her. Afraid for life, the nurse quickly flipped off the switch and ran away. Finally, with an earth shattering yell, Katie came, but Charlotte was not done yet, ripping away her own dress, grabbing Katie, and forcing her to her knees in front of her.
"Your turn, bitch!", Charlotte hissed, forcing Katie's mouth to her snatch. Enthusiastically, Katie served her princess, looking up to her with capitulation as Charlotte grunted, uttering "Yeah, lick it, bitch", and other derisions, reprimands and orders till she yelled and squirted a torrent straight into Katie's mouth, who gulped down her lady juices greedily.
Panting, Charlotte staggered to a seat and slumped into it, her demonic form retreating to her usual sunny and pleasant disposition.
"Wow, that was… wow", Charlotte panted. Katie crawled over to her and snuggled by her legs.
"Felt good, didn't it? Being in control", Katie asked.
"I didn't know I had it in me", Charlie replied, amazed at her inner dominant streak.
"You're the goddamn princess of Hell, of course you would", Katie chuckled, Charlotte joining her as the two erupted into teary-eyed laughter.
After calming down, Katie explained, "I know you're feeling pretty fucking hurt about your friend and feeling like it's your fault. But if you hate the way Hell is right now then you've got to do something about it. You're a Magne, probably the most powerful demon in all of Hell, and the only one who can make a real difference. Maybe I was too harsh on that hotel idea of yours; if anybody can make it work, it's you".
Thanks to the rise of her once forgotten feelings of control and self-determination, Charlotte's idealism experience returned, her self-confidence and aspirations for leadership rising from the dead.
"You know what Katie? You're right! I'm the mother-flipping Princess of Hell, damnit! If I want these sinners saved, then saved they're gonna be!"
"Fuck yeah, that's my nasty little Princess. C'mere!".
Katie's sense of dominance hadn't gone anywhere as she initiated a lengthy makeout session. Morning dawned upon them, and Katie had work, kissing her lover goodbye and wishing her the best of luck for Vaggie.
Charlotte returned to her bedridden friend, staying by Vaggie's side in the hope that she would pull through. She remained there for days, Katie visiting her and being respectful of Charlotte's wishes to stay no matter what. On the 8th day, Charlotte had drifted off to sleep when Vaggie finally fluttered open her eyes, seeing her ex dozing. A nurse caught wind of her return to consciousness and started on a barrage of questions and tests till Vaggie could finally ask in return, "What's she doing here?", regarding Charlotte.
"She was listed as your emergency contact. Came in as soon as she heard. Hasn't moved from your side since. Apart from when we made her take a shower. Must be nice, having somebody care about you that much", the nurse explained.
Finally Charlie came to.
"V-Vaggie? Vaggie! Jeepers, you're awake! I was so worried I was never going to talk to you again! I'm so sorry, for everything! If I hadn't have cheated on you, if I'd stuck around, if I hadn't abandoned my hotel idea, none of this would have happened!".
"Woah, woah, calm down, fuck! You didn't decide to blow up a building on top of me…".
The conversation was awkward and perforated with hurt feelings, but also a sense of relief and closure. Vaggie saw how hurt Charlie was by her emotional betrayal, yet moved by how vividly she described her love for Katie, stressing that as her best friend, Charlie never wanted to let her disappear from her life, imploring that she needed Vaggie's friendship, vowing to never betray her again. Plus there was also the matter of revisiting the idea of the Hazbin Hotel with her renewed determination to save Hell.
Vaggie agreed to try a fresh start, and Charlie was there for her all throughout her rehabilitation, their broken bond mending as Vaggie regained her strength. Together they brainstormed ideas for the Hotel, succeeding in easily purchasing the venue with Katie's money. But instead of the managers operating as a duo, the core team would be a trio, consisting of the two original dreamers and Killjoy, who acted as publicity director, maintaining a spotless public image. Things were tense between Katie and Vaggie for some time but after Vaggie had threatened Katie enough with death should she break Charlie's heart and seeing how deeply the news anchor and the princess truly cared for each other, Vaggie's tempers were cooled, and their working relationship flourished. Charlotte went back to referring to herself as Charlie to all but Katie; Katie preferred Charlotte as a cute nickname only she could use anyway.
They managed to entice Angel Dust back into their care and as occurred in an alternate timeline, Alastar, Husk and Niffty came to join the team. Thanks to some good PR and manipulation by Katie and Alastor the Hotel gained a few more guests and made history when they finally managed to truly redeem Angel Dust, the sinner subsequently ascending to Heaven. With considerable effort, the team coaxed more and more sinners into repenting and staying at their hotel, where they soon garnered a track record for the conversion of lost souls to blessed ones.
Sinners came flooding in, wanting a slice of paradise; so many that Charlie had to open multiple Hazbin Hotels to accommodate. She became known as the saviour of the damned; to some demons, this was seen as a sin in of itself, performing the unnatural act of helping cleanse the unclean, but to others, she was the light at the end of the tunnel who could truly bring them to salvation.
Then for the first time in years, her Charlie's father ordered her to seek an audience with him. In his throne room, Lucifer Magne stood splendiferous, his wife Lillith by his side. After some awkward small-talk, Lucifer finally addressed the issue at hand.
"As you well know, the ruling of Hell has been to us somewhat of an annoyance, a burden. But you, you're the first person in the history of Hell to ever redeem a soul, let alone hundreds. Since the fall, nothing's changed here, but you made it happen. That's why Hell would benefit from your leadership".
"…Wait, you don't mean…"; Charlie tried to grasp the momentous news.
"Your father and I are abdicating the throne. It belongs to you now. Hell belongs to you", Lillith iterated.
"Oh my God. Oh my God!", Charlie exclaimed, the G-word making Lucifer wince. "Sorry, I just… I'm no way near worthy. And what about you guys, what'll happen to you?".
"We'll just enjoy retirement. Pretty much what we've been doing already. And we're confident you'll do fine. This is Hell, anyway; it's not like this place can get much worse", the Fallen One replied.
And soon after, Charlie was coronated as Queen of Hell in a grand ceremony, wherein she restored an old family surname to paint a more pleasant image when referring to royalty; Morningstar. And a great Queen Charlie proved herself to be in due course.
Vaggie and Charlie's relationship mended, the two became best friends once again and the latter's feelings of envy towards Katie diminished as she herself entered a relationship with the succubus Verosika Mayday. As for Charlie Morningstar and Katie Killjoy, it was clear the two of them were meant to be together. Their domme-sub status was on far more even ground now; the intrinsic power of the crown and her glow up helping Charlie be far more assertive the bedroom. Katie however was never one to fully cede control; both in bedroom and as her left-hand woman, often being the one to determine positions and bedrooms dynamics, and being the driving force behind some of Charlie's grandest schemes, encouraging Charlie and taking matters into her own hands when necessary, her fiery temper providing a reputation as an intimidating figure. Sometimes she'd even get Charlie to play their naughty games like they used to, such having her be naked under her royal cloak, or having love eggs buzzing away during a public address.
Though busy with Hell's rejuvenation, the love between the Queen and the commoner still burned brightly and the thought of making an eternal commitment was constantly on their minds. Katie was planning to be the one to pop the question, but in actuality it would be Charlie who would do the proposing, asking her girlfriend for her hand during a public broadcast, blurting it out when she could no longer stand the anticipation. The entirety of Hell was flabbergasted, with the general opinion that a royal shouldn't be the one to do the proposing. Katie's image as a hard-ass was ruined slightly when she started crying tears of joy as she accepted, but what most of Hell's populace were either sickened or turned on by was the hardcore makeout session the queen and her newly-minted fiancé started right there on camera.
There was already a fair bit of griping throughout Hell over their relationship, particularly regarding a state official dating someone in news media leading to potential censorship, and for the age gap between the two, but Katie would refuse to ever report on matters concerning royalty, and when it finally became too untenable, she stepped does as anchor of 666 news, instead becoming a special investigative reporter focussing on shifty deals and crimes not connected to the royalty, and a fashion reporter. And as for anybody who mentioned the age gap as being anything but hot, they would swiftly feel Katie's wrath.
On the one year anniversary of Charlie's reign, all of Hell was witness to a royal wedding where Katie Killjoy became Katie Morningstar, Queen Consort. Alongside her 666 News work the new Mrs. Morningstar became somewhat of an Evita as a spokesperson and promoter for her wife, the nation leader. Marriage suited the two well seeing as they had already been practically living as a married couple for years. Once Hell was seeing significant improvements, Charlie had more leisure time which Katie was keen to take advantage of with her erotic adventures. They did every position, every roleplay scenario and every kink (apart from ones they found gross). The royal couple knew each other inside and out, every curve and crease of their bodies and exactly how each other's mind works. Were it not that Katie found it crass, they could finish each other's sentences. It was nigh impossible for the two of them to be any closer. Or was it?
Now with much more time on her hands, Charlie had time to read through every book of her father's extensive library, finding a cavalcade of rare and ancient spell texts, some of which came in quite useful in her and her wife's carnal exploits, and as a result, Charlie became quite the adept magician. In the oldest of these tomes, Charlie came across a particularly powerful spell.
Soulbonding; the process of combining multiple souls into one single soul, to be shared between a single entity (see Rebis) or more commonly two or more. This phenomenon of a shared soul is often observed in natal siblings but can be generated artificially. Individuals with bonded souls will be able to share thoughts, emotions, memories, and even physical sensations, no matter how far the distance between them, while still maintaining their individual personalities, though personality traits are often shared. When one individual dies, the other(s) involved in the soulbond have been noted to instantly drop dead too. Once a souls are bonded together, the transformation is permanent.
Please note that Soulbonding can only harmoniously be performed on compatible souls with an established emotional bond. Should there be discord between the subjects then the resulting bonded soul will encounter madness and anguish for all eternity and often leads to the participants' deaths. Participants must therefore be completely sure that their love for one another is pure and strong enough to survive the procedure.
The concept of Soulbonding intrigued Charlie; the idea of being so close to someone that you would share absolutely every fibre of your very essence with them was hopelessly romantic, but she was confident that Katie would never be interested in the idea. While Charlie did adore the ground she walked on and knew she felt the same, she knew Katie's ego was great enough that she would never concede to sharing absolutely everything about herself. Not planning to mention it to her darling wife, she put the book down and went about her life, still thinking about how wonderful the process would be but keeping such wonderful dreams to herself.
Katie meanwhile was going through a little turbulence of her own. Although her role in the bedroom was once again dominant most of the time, relishing in the feeling of being able to make the Queen of Hell fall to pieces with just the slightest touch, everything new the couple had been trying sex-wise had been brought to the table by her wife. For once, Katie wanted to surprise Charlie with a novel way to make her scream in delight, especially now that she found her wife lost in thought more often than not, just being told that she was just daydreaming and there was nothing to worry about when bringing it up.
Taking a page out of Charlie's book, Katie ventured into the library looking for a new spell or position or lost fabled sex toy she could use to leave Charlie a mewling mess and lift her spirits. It was there that she found a certain with a bookmark saving a place in the section for Soulbonding. Reading the passages, Katie thought to herself;
'So this is what my little Queen's been looking at. This is… this is… so fucking hot! I'd be able to make Charlie mine even more than she already is! I mean, I'd be giving myself away to her as well… but that is kinda romantic. And she does kind of own me, anyway, being queen and all. But… Christ, it's not like she'd actually be into it. And sharing all of me? Charlie's a goddamn sunbeam, but fuck knows what my cuntishness would do to her. Better leave it be'.
For days, the two could tell the other was hiding their feelings but neither suspected the other of wanting to combine their very souls. But their feelings would have to wait as a great peril befell Hell. Not all sinners were redeemable and one in particular, a mad alchemist, wished to usurp Hell's throne and rule it as his own dominion. To this end he created his own Rebis, a massive amalgamation of hundreds of desperate souls and their bodies, a chimera of pain and rage, setting it upon Hell to wreak havoc on a path to the throne.
Being Hell's queen and a Morningstar blessed with all the magnificent powers of Hell, Charlie led the charge against the creature, Overlords, Goetia and I. joining the battle. Katie was ordered to stay safe in the palace, but not being one to let her wife do all the work, battled in her own way, tracking down the Alchemist.
The Rebis was a mighty foe, taking down many of Hell's most powerful denizens, and for a moment it looked as though even the Queen was no match for its might. That was till Katie, using her investigative journalism skills, tracked down the Alchemist and did terrifying things to him that would have instantly condemned any sinner to the abyss, till he released his spells supplying the monster with its full power. Charlie rallied, finally taking it down in a blaze of Hellfire which left buildings toppling down upon them both; a sight Katie witnessed firsthand, screaming in horror as her wife was submerged in bricks and mortar.
Desperately, Katie searched through the rubble, her usually unhinged rage and contempt replaced with crazed desperation and sorrow, her perfect makeup and outfit smudged by dirt and torn by debris, her nails splintered as she exigently clawed at rubble with in full demonic form, tears melting away her mascara and eyeliner which flowed down her cheeks, screaming for her love as she did so. Finally she heard a murmur nearby and with the burning ferocity of all of Hell's infernal flames, she tore away at bricks and mortar till she finally revealed her one and only, bruised, battered, dazed but alive. Hurriedly, Katie ripped away detritus till Charlie was free and ensnared her in the most desperate of embraces, weeping into her shoulder.
"Hey, shh, it's okay babe, I'm alright, shh, shh", Charlie comforted as she hugged back and stroked her hair.
"I'm so fucking happy! I was so scared of losing you! It was fucking horrible; I never want to feel like that again", Katie confessed.
Both women instantly experienced the same brainwave. Katie quit her snivelling and the two looked each other dead in the eye, their expressions telling the other exactly what they were thinking.
"You wanna do it?", Katie asked, her normally smooth tone wavering a little.
"Only if you wanna do it too", Charlie replied sheepishly.
"Spend eternity sharing every little bit of me with you?", Katie retorted, her voice assuming a mocking tone as she scoffed. Seeing the confused look on her wife's face was enough to change Katie's look of derision to one of smugness. "That sounds like paradise".
Charlie beamed brighter than the sun and the two of them locked lips and battled tongues, their passion overflowing as they starting banging right there in the debris where Hell's citizens and a plethora of TV cameras could see all the action. After the initial wave of disgust and amusement, across all of Hell it's adult citizens could feel themselves getting hot under the collar, their passions being ignited by their rulers' rutting, finding partners themselves be with friends, loved ones or strangers. Thus, Hell's first nation-wide orgy commenced, lasting till the wee hours of the next morning.
Three months later and everything had been prepared for. Unlike the royal wedding, which was a matter of state, this ceremony would be an intimate affair with only the best of friends knowing about it. The day went about as normal with Charlie opening up the palace to allow the people in to ply her with their issues and requests while Katie spent the day checking on the status of some Hazbin Hotels and interviewing models before commencing a shopping spree and having her nails done.
That night at the appropriate hour, both of them ventured to a location that meant a lot to them as specified in the text's instructions, in this case the place where they first met; the library. Like a wedding, the lovebirds prepared away from each other, meeting in the very spot where they had bumped into one another. The library was pitch black apart from candles set up on tables around the area dimly illuminating the place. Both were nude barring their wedding and engagement rings, and in Katie's case her high heels and pearl jewellery.
The two marvelled at each other's beauty; Katie drank in how lovely Charlie was, her doe eyes brimming with so much life and wonder, her rosy, red cheeks and cute smile making her an adorable sight to behold, accentuated by her smooth supple frame, small but curvy in all the right places. Charlie meanwhile stood in awe at Katie's racetrack curves, her stick-thin waist accentuating a voluptuous bosom and magnificent pair of hips and ass cheeks, her face bold, striking and mature, exuding a power that made Charlie shiver. The two had to resist the urge to mount each other right then and there.
"Hi".
"Hello".
Embarrassed by their awkward urges, the two laughed a little before they went about commencing with the ceremony. There were many ways for two souls to bond but the way they had chosen was certainly the most fun. Together they painted the heartagram sigil upon the hard floor as specified in their spell book, their drawing proving accurate as the paint burned away to etch the pattern into the floor. Carefully, the royals drew an elaborate symbol upon the womb of the other; inmons they had practiced for months till the point it was exact.
Now ready, the two stood in the centre of the sigil and held hands, gazing at each other intently with desire, anticipation, and most of all, love. As they had practiced so many times before, together Katie and Charlie recited the ancient Enochian incantation by memory perfectly in sync, their voices melding into one, the soft chirpiness of Charlie's being juxtaposed by the smooth silkiness of Katie's. As they chanted, the sigil below their feet began to glow dully at first but then vividly scarlet, illuminating them with an eerie yet somehow comforting glow. Soon after, their inmons followed suit, glowing blood-red as they were forever etched onto their skin like a tattoo that would never fade.
Finally the incantation reached its end.
"C'mere-".
Katie's order was interrupted by Charlie flinging herself at her spouse, catching her lips with her own. The kiss was delicate at first, brimming with naught but innocent affection, another following just as quickly as the first, then a third. But as the saying goes in Hell, 'a kiss with no tongue is no kiss at all', and Katie resumed control as the two gingerly heled onto the other, Katie's arms around Charlie's waist and the queen locking hers around her consort's neck. Katie's tongue knocked on the door that was Charlie's teeth and she gladly answered, opening and allowing the mature beauty free reign to probe that hot, wet, familiar cavity.
Charlie responded to Katie's attack, allowing her tongue to be completely dominated at first, then playing a game of 'catch-me-if-you-can', making Katie work for it, the lovers chuckling. Their hands started exploring the other's bodies, caressing peaks and curves, grasping at mounds and kneading them. It became a competition; whoever moaned first would be the loser and thus the submissive one to begin with. Though Katie's rear was far larger and more sensitive, the soothing, meticulous scratching of Katie's nails proved too much for Charlie who let out a quiet gasp.
Katie smirked her trademark grin and claimed her prize, moving her hands to Charlie's breasts, caressing the humble mounds and gingerly playing with the bright red nipples, making Charlie let out a little "Ah!", much to the sadistic Katie's delight. The MILF brought Charlie down to the ground where she could more easily assault her prey, her kisses travelling down Charlie's face, to her neck collar and finally breasts, licking and sucking on each nipple with the assistance of her left hand, as her right travelled up Charlie's calf, thigh and finally between her legs, tracing the outline of her glistening vulva with her scarlet claws. Charlie was making consistent moans and was practically vibrating as her eyes pleaded for more. Happy to oblige, a single exploratory finger of Katie's probed her outer, then inner lips, before her clit's hood, and finally the delicate ball of nerves itself, causing Charlie to let out an "Ahh!" with the sudden jolt of pleasure.
Discontented with just one yelp, Katie deftly teased the clit with her index, before exploring the shallows of Charlie's sex with an increasing number of digits as her victim did her upmost to resist writhing, her breathing ragged. Finally, Katie explored deeper, reaching in and curling to find Charlie's special spot; a location so well known to her by now that Katie could practically call it home. Gently but mercilessly, Katie attacked it, adding fingers and switching up her technique to stop Charlie from growing accustomed to each new sensation. Katie's thumb pressed against Charlie's clit with grace, avoiding damaging it with her nails as a master finger-smith should.
In time Charlie was ready to pop but Katie would not allow her to orgasm just yet. She kissed her way down her body till she reached her mound, pink and inviting, the mature beauty licking her lips in anticipation, practically drooling. Tempted though she may be to plunge straight in, Katie would follow the pattern of her fingers, exploring the area to ramp up anticipation before a long languid stroke of her tongue would leave Charlie bucking her hips. She grabbed onto Charlie's legs, lifting and resting them upon her shoulders to grant her easy access.
"Bon appetit", Katie joked before delving right in, each lick taking an eternity and hitting every nerve ending along the way, travelling deeper and deeper into Charlie's warm cave, savouring the mesquite boldness that was the newscaster's favourite taste. Charlie's whines were music to Katie's ears, and she herself could hardly resist such erotic sounds, her own fires igniting and forcing her to touch her own bits. As soon as Katie placed the tip of her tongue upon Charlie's cum button, the queen curled her toes, convulsed and squirted a salty secretion directly into Katie's mouth. But neither of them would be satisfied with just one meagre orgasm. Katie's finger aided her tongue, filling the gap the muscle left as it went to focus on Charlie's clitoris. Charlie bucked and thrashed like a rodeo bull, Katie's surprisingly strong arms holding her in place as she saw to her business.
After another five orgasms, Charlie felt her wife was due a rest and she her own pleasure.
"Your turn".
Katie would have gladly eaten her sweetheart out all night, but being a conscientious lover, let Charlie cede control. Charlie leapt up and gave Katie a flurry of hot kisses; she was normally a very sweet and tender lover but as her fiery demonic side was bubbling under the surface so too was the urge to absolutely devastate her partner with an onslaught of pleasure. For now however she brought the beast under control, slowing her assault to the gentle, tender love that made Katie's heart skip a beat. Oh so softly, Charlie laid Katie down and traversed her with her caressing hands, lips and tongue, leaving not a single inch of the newscaster unattended to, having fun with the bodacious delicious fun bags protruding from her chest and even licking her high heels; something she knew Katie found a ginormous turn-on. Katie was powerless against such a delicate show of passion; her heart was beating out of her chest, she was panting like a woman in labour, and her axe wound ached tremendously.
"Would you mind getting on your front and lifting up your butt please, sweetie?", asked Charlie with a smile that could reignite a dying star.
Katie was a slave to such a syrupy request, arching her back from the floor and jutting out her ass like a cat, Charlie supporting her weight. The two large globes that were her buttocks were like marshmallows; soft, pliable, jiggly and delicious as Charlie entertained herself, licking, rubbing, kneading, grasping, kissing and worshiping the glorious behind, sending electricity all throughout Katie's body till she could take no more. Her pleading look was responded to with an adorable smile of rainbows which took her breath away. Charlie acknowledged her beloved's needs, wasting no time in heading straight to Katie's clit, making her moan and pound her fist on the ground.
After a cursory tongue-bath of the vagina, Charlie moved up and up till she reached her prize; pink, puckered but tight as a vice and completely cleaned out and freshened up. Truly, Katie was a complete anal freak; whenever she became randy the throbbing in her asshole surpassed even that of the pulse of her pussy. It was a weakness Charlie loved to exploit; to her, Katie's asshole was a bespoke delicacy, her backdoor tasting more like sweet honey than a musky waste disposal. She loved feeling the contours of the hole as she probed it with her tongue and the Anaconda grip of her muscle rings provided a fun challenge in loosening them.
While Charlie was definitely a screamer, Katie was a moaner and dirty talker.
"Oh fuck, yeah, that's it, right there! Stick that magic tongue of yours down my tasty little logcutter, bitch! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!", she screamed as Charlie gleefully licked the insides of Katie's rectum, spic and span and fragranced with a special cleanser.
Charlie could feel her composure failing, her inner infernal side scraping at the door, but she managed to stay true, deftly loosening her 2nd favourite orifice in the world (right after Katie's mouth). Katie was no squirter, but she was certainly a convulser, her body shaking as an orgasm rocked it to its core, her asshole tightening so hard it would have crushed Charlie's tongue were it not supernaturally powerful.
Charlie removed her tongue and let Katie's rear lower to the floor, but instead of allowing her dear one recover, she flipped her over, pushed her legs up over her head and attacked her pussy with her tongue instead, spreading the lips with her fingers and delving inside with her tongue as the other set of dainty fingers found their way down Katie's other well-lubricated orifice. The Queen Consort held onto her legs for dear life as repeated orgasms dishevelled her, Charlie alternating which whole she licked and which she fingered. The continuous pleasure became so great that Katie couldn't resist the yearning of her boobs, playing with them, pinching and squeezing her nipples till they felt like they were cumming too.
With a mighty "OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK OOOHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!", Katie climaxed a final time as Charlie's fatigue one over, the two collapsing in a breathless mess.
Most nights, that would be enough for the two. But this wasn't most nights. The ritual had been followed correctly with both lovers making the other one experience true bliss by their hand (or tongue as it were). Now they must simultaneously bring each other to the heights of pleasure. The two locked eyes and an invisible signal transmitted between them. The room around them darkened into oblivion, leaving only their candles floating in the nothingness and the sigil below them along with their womb tattoos pulsating with power. Even the floor seemed to fall away, the two of them lying on an invisible cloud of nothingness that could support their weight in any position they wanted.
Predatorily, Charlie crawled up to Katie, kissing her and initiating a makeout session as they floated in midair upon the sigil. Their hands were drawn to each other's lady gardens, and as they snogged they got to work rubbing , caressing and thrusting, calmly at first but then with ferocity till they both reached mountaintop at the exact same time. No words needed to be spoken as their unconscious communication agreed on their next move.
Being shorter and lighter than Katie, Charlie was usually on top when they 69'd and today was no different, Charlie mounting her wife's face before lowering herself down to meet her crotch. The warmth of each other's bodies, their weight, how close their pussies were pushed up against the other's face; the couple could hardly be closer physically. With vigour they lapped at and fingered each other for what felt like days, desperately trying to elicit flows of pussy juices and vocalisations from the other. It was familiar territory for them, but familiar things are the most comforting. With a shriek and a guttural cry they climaxed yet again, Charlie practically waterboarding Katie with squirt.
But they couldn't stop. No they wouldn't stop. They wanted to see each other, admire how beautiful their lover was, rejoice in the pleasure they were giving her. Charlie rolled off of Katie, shifting herself so that their legs crossed over and their fiery, sodden muffs could meet. Supporting their weight, they sat up and scooched closer together till contact was made.
Normally Katie would take the lead scissoring but as previously mentioned this was no normal session. As one, they thrust together, gasping from the shockwaves reverberating through them as they collided. And again they mashed together, barely coming apart by 7 cm only to bring their vaginas back to meet kiss hard and hot. Instantly they settled into a rhythm, steady at first, but with each subsequent thrust, just that little bit more fuel was added to the fire. When one woman gave way and allowed the other to domineer over them, the next thrust would see the reversal, their efforts in perfect harmony, equal in all things.
Gazing into each other's eyes, Katie and Charlie felt as though they could see literally every little insignificant thing about the other, reading each other's emotions as though they were a book or a teleprompter. Joy for being in her presence. A slight twinge of fear, worrying over the others' well-being. Sadness whenever she wasn't by her side. Desire, a raging torrent sweeping over their minds and throughout their bodies. All parcelled together within one all-consuming feeling: love.
Brighter and brighter grew their inmons till they let out a lazy plume of mist each which collected above them of the ladies. Charlie's vapour was a bright pink, whilst Katie's was crimson. Their grunts and groans were so loud the royals were practically yelling and their thrusts so strong they could have easily broken any piece of furniture they had chosen to screw on.
The mighty blazes of lust in their eyes became an inferno as they climaxed, unable to hold back the deluge any longer, and their true essences, their demonic forms emerged, Charlie showing her Morningstar lineage on full display as Katie meanwhile grew two extra crimson eyes and a pair of red legs from behind her waist, sharp and mantis-like, while her canines became more prominent.
Without pause, maddeningly they thrust against each other, clambering for every scrap of pleasure they could share between themselves. Faster, stronger, better, harder; the two were relentless as inhuman growls and screeches filled the air. Charlie's demonic powers took wing and fire erupted all around them, but the burning flames did not hurt Katie, only serving to enflame her passion even further, and Charlie responded in kind. The force between their trusts could have smashed rocks to a fine dust.
The smoke emitted from their inmons formed swirling masses above them which moved towards one another, their very souls mixing like ingredients in a cooking bowl. Finally fully freed of their bodies, the souls perforated each other, forming a marble effect as the large gaseous mass morphed and shifted, the boundaries between the pink and crimson becoming less and less apparent. The hue of the mass gradually became clearer and by the time the combining process was complete, the whole cloud was a plum-purple colour.
The demoness' ministrations could have broken the sky apart as they reached their crescendo, the glowing ball of mist descended between them, but neither took their eyes away from the other for a second. It was at the peak of their pleasure that the now single purple cloud split in twain and instantly returned to their owners via their inmons, the marks themselves turning purple to reflect the change.
The sudden creation of a brand mode form of existence alongside the culmination of their most tremendous orgasm of their lives caused a cacophony of demonic shrieking which could be felt in the form of earthquakes all throughout Hell, their minds also climaxing from the sudden input of a whole life's worth of information and a permanent link being formed between them. Now everything Charlie felt, Katie could feel, and vice versa. Not only did they feel their own climax, but that of their love's, bringing sensations of pleasure which would have sent any human and most demons mad.
New memories came flooding into Katie's mind:
Her birth to two powerful demons. Growing up with loving but distant parents.
A highschool friendship with a one-eyed sinner demon. A highschool sweetheart breaking her heart and his sister who hated her.
The bliss of her best friend becoming her girlfriend.
The pain of seeing her beloved home destroyed by cold and unfeeling marauders from Heaven. The Eureka moment to rehabilitate sinners to save their world.
The moment she bumped into that terrifying beauty in the library. How she was unable to stop thinking about her and the guilt for fancying anyone else but her girlfriend.
Anguish as their relationship crumbled. Sorrow as she was dumped,
Relief and desire when her crush reciprocated her lustful needs for her. Love as she had found her soulmate.
Likewise, Charlie encountered a rush of new experiences:
Growing up in poverty on the mean streets. Learning how to use street smarts to survive.
An innocent girl crush turned sour when peer pressure demanded homophobia be necessary and a lifetime of denying true feelings.
Using her looks and her body plus a whole lot of manipulation to get through high school and college.
Becoming an intern and sleeping/ backstabbing her way up the ladder for bigger and better jobs as she scratched herself upon the glass ceiling.
Becoming a journalist and faking sensational headlines, running smear articles and printing hateful bigotry to sell more papers and ruining many lives.
Stamping out any competition as she transitioned to being a reporter on the TV news and sleeping her way up to anchorwoman.
Developing an addiction to Botox and plastic surgery alongside a nasty cocaine habit. Dying on the operating table getting a Brazilian Butt Job.
Crashing down to Hell in flames and discovering her new demonic identity. Wallowing in the misery that was eternal damnation as she learned the ropes of this new world. Falling in line with its corruptive influences and being just as evil and twisted as she was on the surface.
Screwing, manipulating and backstabbing her way into a news anchor position. Being annoyed with her perverted coworker.
Hating everybody in this Godforsaken world.
Rage after bumping into a girl at the library being immediately quelled when she saw her dazzling face.
Intense confusion over her feelings. Self-denial about wanting to see her again.
The subtle joy of friendship. Warm, fuzzy feelings whenever this young woman was around, partnered with a deep-seated lust.
Profound guilt and regret for her past bigoted ways. The joy of finally opening up herself and being true to her feelings.
The ecstasy of this woman's touch.
And something she had never felt before, not even when she was alive: pure, unending love.
With a mighty roar, Charlie's flames burned brighter than ever before extinguishing as she and Katie fell in a semi-conscious slump, their bodies returning to normal. Slowly but surely, the glowing of the inmons faded, as did the glow of the sigil below them, and the library came dimly back into view till it had returned in all its mundanity.
Simultaneously, the queen and her consort flickered open their eyes and sat up, regarding each other with eyes both fresh and familiar. They knew everything about each other, each and every miniscule detail, but would the other find them repulsive knowing everything they had ever done, Katie especially with all the hatred she had spewed throughout her life? Sharing one soul, they both instantly knew the answer.
Delicately, they placed on hand against the other's and the sensation was bizarre but amazing; they could feel their own hand pressing against her wife's, but also feel herself pressing against her own hand.
'Holy fucking shit'.
'I know right?'.
The two gasped simultaneously.
'We didn't move our mouths', they both thought.
'Fuck, we're mind readers! Quick, what am I thinking?', thought Charlie, Katie replying, 'You really want to kick Tom right in his tiny phimosis dick for touching your ass the other week. Wait a second. That's my thoughts! Jeepers!'.
'Oh yeah, you're right, fuck me!'.
'That pottymouth is definitely mine. And "jeepers" is definitely a 'you' thing'.
'Guess it's not just our memories and our thoughts and what we feel that we're sharing'.
A moment of silence followed, interrupted as the both of them started to weep.
'Why the fuck are you crying?', Charlie asked.
'Look who's talking! You sure this isn't you?', Katie retorted.
'Does it matter anymore? We're both so… so…'.
'Happy!'.
The two embraced, the warmth of their hug being multiplied by the fact both could feel herself hugging the other as well as the other hugging her.
The beginning of a thought formed in Katie's mind, which Charlie finished for her.
'Yeah, this will take a lot of getting used to'.
The inception of the same idea sprung to life for both of them.
'We have the library till 8 AM, so that leaves us with two hours to kill', Katie remarked.
'Maybe we should start using our mouths, so we don't forgot how to use them', Charlie suggested.
Licking her lips, Katie affirmed, 'I don't think that's going to be a problem'.
2 years later…
Out of all of the results of the Soulbonding experience, perhaps the most beneficial for Hell would prove to be the sharing of personality traits, as was inevitable between two people who now lived in each other's head and shared all the same emotions and sensations. It was said that the battle with the Rebis was what caused the sudden change in Charlie, having gone through a trauma that darkened her perception of the world. In reality, Katie's manic short fuse and bitchy demeanour had infected Charlie's persona and her tolerance of the criminals, lowlives and parasites who made Hell a harsh place to live in was reduced to near nothing.
She was harsh on crime, forcing gangsters and murderers into Hazbin Hotels which many saw as a prison or brainwashing facility, but it did yield results in encouraging sinners to repent. Furthermore, she earned the love of the people by providing generous incentives for good behaviour such as tax breaks and providing better homes by rinsing the upper classes dry of all their money and repurposing their elaborate homes. With the help of her friends, a lot of blackmailing, appealing to the hearts of demons and even a battle or several, Charlie drew the Seven Deadly Sins under her thumb and used their power to dismantle the power structures and statuses of the Goetia royalty and Overlords, transforming them into public officials who could be held accountable by their constituents, or even just ordinary citizens stripped of rank and title. And as for the sins and herself, Charlie made sure most of their wealth was distributed amongst demon-kind, only being allowed to keep and run their properties and businesses as a reward for their dedicated selfless service to the people.
Katie in particular was particularly useful in getting Asmodeous to back down by appealing to his love for Fizzeroli, using Charlie's gentle touch. But when it came to battle, Katie proved herself one of Hell's top combatants. Naturally with sharing a soul with the Queen of Hell, some of the Morningstar's power was shared with the former Killjoy, and when combined with her vicious temper, she was a merciless beast.
After many years of tiring work, Hell was made into a relative paradise; as much as one as Hell could be. Crime, vice and sin were still a reality, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before the Hotels opened and there was a steady stream of sinners being redeemed and ascending to Heaven, though it wasn't necessary, with many sinners (e.g. Vaggie and Katie) choosing to stay in Hell where they belonged. Sinful behaviours were seen as a controllable necessity or a treat for oneself to keep life interesting and Hell's culture alive. There was still the chance of getting mugged in a seedy part of town, but you were no longer likely to be blown up by a Cherri Bomb after stumbling through into a fight between bigwigs vying for power.
As a result of all the ascensions, the population finally began to decrease, and the Exterminators were never seen from again. Businesses that relied on death and destruction like I.M.P. went out of business. Luckily, the members of that particular organisation landed on their feet: Blitzo and Stolas finally acknowledged their feelings and became an item, Blitzo going on to be the head of Hell's elite guard and peace-keeping force, Moxie and Millie pursued a successful as a musical double act, and Loona finally found her place as an artist.
Katie meanwhile had caught a whiff of Charlie's lovely, bubbly side, being far more graceful and forgiving than ever, slower to be condescending to random demons, and overall just a more pleasant person to be around some of the time. She would even burst into song at points; something the old Katie would never have dreamed of. She and Charlie often swapped between being the calm and self-conscious one and the headstrong but bitchy one.
You might expect sharing absolutely everything, that Charlie and Katie would get bored or frustrated with their way of life, but thankfully with enough practice, they learned how to mute certain aspects of their shared experience. Neither could read directly into the other's subconscious mind, and in order to keep secrets for surprises and such, they developed a technique of storing thoughts away in a private part of their minds where the other could not see, and most of the time their mind-reading powers were put on silent mode or muted, as was their ability to feel the physical sensations of the other. Though a favourite game of theirs would be to unexpectedly start pleasuring themselves while their lover was concentrating on something else, taking them off guard. Their emotional broadcasting was on full display 24/7, and whenever one of them was feeling stressed, the other would be there right by their side to help them through it, even if they were physically on the other side of Hell.
The two being more similar than ever, many commented on the strangeness of the couple's developing behaviour, but as far as the general public knew, they were just really really close. Regarding Vaggie, she was a little weirded out with everything at first, but with having a psycho for a girlfriend herself in the form of a succubus starlet she grew to understand the new Charlie. And as for Katie, having her be nicer was nothing but a positive. Lucifer Morningstar was not exactly supportive of her daughter's decision, finding it frivolous and never having really approved of Katie, but seeing how magnificently she ruled over Hell, let the matter slide. Lillith meanwhile found the whole idea of Soulbonding romantic, being happy for her daughter in that she had met someone she could share absolutely everything with. Tom Trench, being a secret masochist, even stopped hitting on Katie now Charlie's sunniness had dulled her temper somewhat.
But what you're really wondering about is their sex life. It was in the bedroom that their soulbond really shone. Every movement, every action, whether slow, rapid, calculated, frenetic, withheld, passionate, felt like pure bliss with the feedback loop of sensations, the wives being able to activate and deactivate aspects of their shared experiences at will for an endless variation to their pleasure. Sometimes they'd split into two distinct individuals, making love as they used to, and sometimes it would feel as though they were practically masturbating. One of their favourite new positions was to share two double dildos between their asses and pussies and let themselves feel like they had two of each orifice being ploughed. Every moment together was Nirvana, and even when not being sexual, the two felt utter contentment just knowing the other was existing in this world.
For sure, no truer love had ever existed, not in Hell, on Earth, or even Heaven itself.
Epilogue:
Charlie and Katie were boning in the throne room as per usual, lost in the throes of rapture as they tribbed each other right into the big chair itself, but Katie could tell something was amiss. Charlie's mind had been uncharacteristically shuttered away from her forever-girl's, hiding a secret that, knowing Charlie's general openness, would have to be a pretty major one. Still, Katie could at times be emotionally vulnerable too, and didn't much like secrets being kept from her if they were this grave. After the two came simultaneously, panting and sweating, Charlie noticed Katie's dour demeanour.
"I guess you know something's up".
"You guess, huh?", Katie joked, the concept of guessing long since being forgotten by the couple.
"You're right, I have been hiding something. But I think we've done enough waiting. Close your eyes".
"As you wish, Your Highness", Katie chuckled, secretly chomping at the bit for the big reveal.
The conversation moved to the scape of the mind.
'Hold out your hands'.
'Okay…'.
Katie almost dropped the heavy object which landed upon her outstretched palms, narrowly catching it with a grunt.
'Sorry! You can open your eyes now'.
Intrigued, Katie did as asked, beholding a large ancient tome with an unnecessarily long title.
'Soulforging, Futa and More! Making the Perfect Baby for Those Unable to Conceive and the LGBT+ Community!'.
"…well that's a fucking mouthful", Katie remarked under breath, taking in the implication behind the book's title.
'So, err, I was thinking… maybe we should maybe try and… take our marriage to the next logical step like other couples do or whatever. But only if you want to! I know you've never really thought about it, so I completely get it if you don't want to-'.
Charlie's rambling was cut off by a sudden, sapphic and tender kiss, melting into her wife as Katie let all her emptions flood into Charlie, giving her the answer. But still, the MILF confirmed aloud:
"Let's make a fucking heir".
To be continued?