Party Crash Party Bang

"And as you can see, Angel Dust over here has been on the right path for a while. Mostly. He uh… has hit a few bumps on the road." Charlie tugged her tie a little bit loose as she presented her idea and results to a room full of Angels. "I'm sure you can all see how redemption is a better course of action then extermination, there are absolutely individuals who can become better people. It shouldn't be all black and white, anyone can rise or fall."

The room was mostly silent as the screen clicked off, but from the expression of various angels, and God himself, no one was impressed. The only person with a smile on her face was Vaggie.

"Charlotte, my dear," God's voice boomed over the room from his throne. He didn't seem bored exactly but he was twirling the end of his golden beard almost absentmindedly. Seeing him sitting there, in his fancy golden and white suit and piercing black and golden eyes felt like being judged by her dad all over again, "I… do appreciate your efforts. Here in Heaven we always value hard work. However the souls of these sinners have already been judged, they aren't fit for Hell no matter how much you want them to be." The rest of the angels grumbled in agreement with him.

"But- that's not true! They're good people, sure they stumbled along the way and-"

"Murder isn't stumbling. Their souls are tainted, Hell is where they belong. You however, are," God's eyes turned to Vaggie, scanning over her outfit, the way it reviled her legs and shoulders, and the marks left there in careless lust, "mostly without any sin. I would love to have you here."

Vaggie was on alert right away, her fist clenching, ready to summon her spear and fight God himself, "You're not keeping her here you stuck up, old son of a bitch." There were collective gasps from all around the room, but God only laughed, both at the idea that he would see a Sinner as a threat and at Vaggie's suggestion. The laugh sounded all to cocky and jovial and just plain wrong.

"I would never. She is my granddaughter after all. And as far as I can sense the purest soul in Hell. If anyone has a chance its her, as for the rest of your kind, you're welcome as long as you're in her company, but otherwise, I'm afraid we can't have Sinners roaming around." That seemed to be the last of it, literally, God snapped his fingers and like controlled the angels and attendees stopped paying attention, they went back to their party.

The two denizens of Hell met in the corner, next to the drinks, "I'm sorry Vaggie, I shouldn't have told you to come here with me. What he said about you and our friends wasn't very nice at all."

"Did you expect him to be? Charlie, you can say that your granddouche is an asshole. And you didn't have to ask me anything, I'd be here regardless. Someone needs to watch your pretty back."

"Yeah, I remember how much you like my back." Charlie stepped closer, eyes scanning over Vaggie's exposed leg, "I had to cover it because of what you did to me last night. If they saw that… if he… he already thinks…" The princess bit her lip, she couldn't wrap her head around it, how someone could think that sharing yourself with someone you love was a sin.

"Hey, follow me." Vaggie tugged on Charlie's tie, not caring how the Princess's cheeks reddened or how this might look to other people around them. "Don't mind them. Look at me." She lead Charlie to the empty hallway where they could be alone. "Charlie, honey, I love you."

The Princess laughed as she took Vaggie's hand in her own, "And I love you. Is that what you wanted to say? I'm not ashamed of you sweetheart, you could have told me that in front of everyone." Charlie hooked her finger under Vaggie's chin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, "I still would've kissed you."

"I know baby, but I wouldn't be able to do this." She walked Charlie up against the wall and grabbed her by the tie, eyes hooded while Charlie's cheeks flared red. Charlie was always, always fun to tease and fluster, and she made it so easy too, a simple tug and she was ready to melt for Vaggie.

"Uh… what… exactly are we doing?" It was obvious that Charlie was up for almost anything, but she needed to make sure.

"Indulging in a little lustful sin to take your pretty mind of things." Vaggie smirked and pressed her lips against her girlfriends, the taste of sweet cheery and apple overtaking her. It wasn't the wine they drank, it was Charlie's natural taste and it drove her insane.

"Here? What if someone sees us?" Charlie's mouth may have been asking questions but her body was already responding to Vaggie's actions. Pale hands met the familiar gray of Vaggie's back, already pulling her closer. Taking that as an invitation to go further Vaggie expertly undid the belt buckle on Charlie's pants, "What ever you're planning, make it fast."

"Are you saying that cause you're horny or cause you don't wanna risk getting caught?" Her hand slipped lower, now barely past the fabric of her girlfriend's underwear.

Charlie's moan betrayed her all to easily, as did her legs parting for Vaggie's hand as much as they could, "Both." Their lips met right after Vaggie's triumphant smile and just in time for her finger to slip into Charlie's wet pussyhole. "Fuck, Vaggie." She couldn't help but chase Vaggie's lips with her own, her fangs biting, nibbling, tasting, taking in everything that was before her. Vaggie's hand moved down as far as it would go in the confines of Charlie's pants, far enough for her to establish a rhythm with her finger, out and then back in, feeling every twitch and flutter and squeeze that Charlie's pussy gave.

"What ever you say darling." She drove the heel of her hand forward, pressing against Charlie's clit, savoring the sweet sounds she pulled from her lover's lips. This might be a bit out of both their usual horny exploits but Vaggie was determined to show Charlie that there was nothing about her that was worthy of Heaven's ridicule. In her mind Charlie was far above any of these self-serving, gold laced bastards. So what's a little hellish sin to defile their perfect abode? A bonus to the fact that Charlie was now all but riding Vaggie's hand.

Never one to deny pleasure Vaggie added a second finger, causing Charlie's horns to pop out as her hips kept rolling downwards, making the hall echo with slick slapping sounds. It was music to Vaggie's ears, one that she got Charlie to make, one that she got her body to make. She hardly even had to move her hand anymore but she couldn't let her do all the work.

"I'm gonna go a bit faster okay baby? Let's see if you can sing only for me." This was Vaggie's subtle yet charming way of telling Charlie to quiet down, for as exciting as this was she too wasn't keen on getting caught.

It proved no easy task against the pleasure that her fingers gave, curling inside Charlie's pussy, the cum dripping down her wrist, "Again. Do that again." Despite her status as a royal Charlie could never quite take charge in their sexual activities. Oh she's been one to suggest many, many things, some that Vaggie was astonished a seemingly innocent princess like Charlie knew, but then again she was the princess of Hell. "Make me come and I'll moan just for you."

"Aren't you already? Who can hear you here but me?" Vaggie pulled away to look at the pretty blushing cheeks of her girlfriend, with her tie so lose and her claws digging into the wall, and eyes full of lust. A sight unfitting of Heaven for sure, but beyond beautiful for Vaggie. Even more beautiful was Charlie's face closing in just as she hit her climax, her breath against Vaggie's lips and her name spoken like a precious secret. "Good, go ahead, ride my fingers, show me how pretty you are Charlie."

She was still coming but that didn't matter, she wanted to please her lover, the love of her life, so Charlie came again, for the second time, her pussy clamping down around Vaggie's fingers and the shorter woman's body being the only thing she kept her grounded.

The two stood in their cocoon of bliss and love, whispering sweet nothings to each other until Vaggie withdrew her fingers, relishing in the repeated but weaker flutters of Charlie's inner walls. Wiping them wasn't an option, and even if it was she would have still opted to suck them clean instead. "Fuck." Charlie growled as she started running her hands across Vaggie's thighs the moment she buttoned up her pants. "I love you."

"I love you too hon- oh!" Vaggie found herself pressed to the wall and Charlie showing no sign of backing off. She was a woman on a mission to return the favor, already starting to get on her knees.

"Oh for God's sake!" The two lowers jumped apart as if struck, and seeing that it was Adam and his right hand woman Lute who found them they might as well have been. "Ugh, there is a time and place for these things. Why are you Sinners always so-" Lute's rant was interrupted by Adam's hand on her shoulder.

"Lute. Such as they are they're guests." His words may not have been venomous but his grin and eyes sure were, judgment oozed from every inch of Adam's being. "I didn't know what to expect of you, Charlotte but fucking a… Sinner in a public environment wasn't it. I guess you inherited your parents appetite for sin." And there were the words, the words Charlie knew everyone wanted to say but only Adam felt the courage to.

"W-We… we're done here. Come on Vaggie." As much as Charlie disagreed with their love called sin she knew the kind of man Adam was, he would find it sinful no matter what, because Charlie was in his eyes a walking manifestation of both Lucifer and Lilith sins.

Vaggie scoffed at both him and his lackey, both for interrupting and for being rude. If she could have it her way she'd have her spear shoved right through that judgmental prick.

They tried to pass by them quietly but Adam made sure Charlie was right next to him to look at Vaggie and grin wider, "Seems like you also inherited your dad's taste for whores."

There was a lot of personal slander Charlie could take, you grow up in Hell and you get used to it pretty fast. But it was a different story when the subject was her family, or her girlfriend. Her arm was against Adam's throat before she could think, pressing him into the nearby wall, eyes flowing with fury, her full demonic self on full display of her anger. In contrast Adam was smiling without a care in the world, while Lute was ready to defend, and Vaggie in turn had her spear pointed at Lute.

What would normally be a tense standoff was interrupted by Adam's laughter, "You've got guts kid, I'll give you that, but you're a few thousand years too young to be fighting me." In God's house and out of it Adam was largely untouchable, and he knew it well.

Charlie knew it but she couldn't let his words go, she would make him apologize, she would make him hurt, she would- "Charlie." Vaggie put her hand on Charlie's tense shoulder, "He's not worth it." If anyone had said this, or less about Charlie they would be meant with a very painful fate by Vaggie's hands, but she understood that the two were not in a good spot to fight God's favorite right now.

"But he-" She was rarely so angry, it was almost all consuming. But if she did this, if she attacked Adam here it would absolutely seal the fate of her Hotel and everyone in it. As she backed away Adam was much less excited, clearly getting amusement by getting under Charlie's skin so easily. She wouldn't play his game. "My mother and Vaggie aren't whores." A flicker of hellfire flew towards Adam when Charlie whirled around and took Vaggie's hand, the moth demon narrowing her eyes at Lute one more time before they walked away.

Even while in the back of their limo Charlie still shook with wrath, leaving burned footsteps in the carpet beneath her. "I should have threw my spear at him."

"I should have ripped his tongue out! He pisses me off! Who the fuck does he think he is passing judgment like that?" Vaggie glanced at the driver, seeing him sweating at the sight of Charlie's horns and hellfire. She decided to raise the glass to spare him of it, and the thing she did next. Vaggie pushed down on Charlie's shoulders and climbed on top of her, this time fully taking away Charlie's tie, "Vaggie?"

"Did I mention how unbelievably hot you are when you're mad?" Charlie glanced at the glass separating them from their limo driver, "Don't worry, Angel had this part soundproofed. His gift as he called it." When he told her about it she didn't want to admit how many advantages this provided but now when she was on top of Charlie and taking her dress off she couldn't be angry at her frenemy.

"Remind me to thank him tomorrow." This would prove to be a temporary distraction to her anger, however she still didn't repay Vaggie for earlier. She needed to remedy that and neither of them wanted to wait.