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“Why is nothing working!” Charlie moans.
She’s currently sitting on the floor in her office, surrounded by a mess of therapy books, worksheets, and miscellaneous notes. There’s a whiteboard nearby that’s covered in a rainbow of scribbled out ideas and sticky notes with her objective circled furiously in the middle:
Stick figures of Vaggi and Alastor smiling and holding hands.
It shouldn’t be this difficult! Yes, her girlfriend is a former exorcist angel, and yes, Alastor is one of the most powerful and evil Overlords in Hell, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be friends!
She’s tried, she really has. Individual therapy, platonic “couples” therapy, trust exercises, searching for common ground between them, but not one single thing has worked. They bicker constantly, Alastor refuses to help Vaggi with hotel duties even when she asks nicely, and Vaggi always calls him names. Sometimes they straight-up fight in the lobby, microphone staff clanging harshly against angelic spear–which is also not a good look for the hotel!
The microaggressions are just as bad. More often than not, Charlie notices Alastor standing on Vaggi’s left, directly in her blind spot, both of them refusing to make eye contact when speaking to each other. Why couldn’t they even give one another the basic respect of eye contact?
Charlie throws herself backwards with a defeated groan, landing on the open pages of her completely worthless notebooks and sending loose papers flying into the air around her. She’s already given up on her dad and Alastor getting along, she needs this, she needs–
“Hey, Charlie? You, uh, okay?”
She tips her head back to look at the upside-down form of Angel Dust leaning casually in the doorway of her office, popsicle in hand. She rolls over and sprawls her arms out in front of her, crinkling additional papers beneath her.
“Why is this so hard?” she cries. “Why can’t they just be friends?”
Angel’s mismatched eyes flick to her whiteboard, and he raises an eyebrow. “I mean, Vags gets along with Smiles just as well as any a’ the rest of us do,” he says before putting his popsicle in his mouth.
“But I want them to get along better!” she whines. “I’ve tried everything!” She plants her face in a random book and tries to close the spine around her head. Maybe it’ll contain a hidden friendship technique she can absorb through osmosis.
“Well, ya knowww,” Angel says, drawing out every word in the way that indicates whatever he’s about to say won’t be helpful at all, “Alastor wasn’t with us when we went to the BDSM club. Maybe that’s his thing!”
Charlie doesn’t even look up as she chucks a book at him.
“Hey! You almost made me drop my popsicle!”
She lifts her head to glare at him, and he shrugs his upper shoulders.
“I’m just sayin’. You said ya tried everything, but you haven’t tried that. No bond stronger than those formed through bondage, remember?” He slurps suggestively on his popsicle before cackling and going on his way.
Charlie sits up on her knees and straightens her coat. Angel is technically right, she hasn't tried that. But for good reason–they’d never agree.
…
They’d never agree.
…would they?
…
Charlie immediately gets to work.
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If there’s one good thing Vaggi can say about herself, it’s that she’s a supportive partner. She’s been by Charlie’s side throughout this whole hotel endeavor, even when she let Alastor and Pentious in despite Vaggi’s very valid protests. She slaughtered her own sisters for her girlfriend’s cause without a second thought. She even went to Heaven with her, despite every single cell in her body screaming at her not to. But as she sits next to Alastor while Charlie gives them a full PowerPoint presentation (complete with animated text and hand-drawn pictures) on why they should engage in platonic BDSM to improve their relationship, she feels an unfamiliar hesitance.
This…
This is an ask.
“So what do you think?” Charlie asks after reading the last slide, her biggest, most encouraging smile stretched across her pretty face.
Vaggi is grateful Alastor is on her left so she can’t see him. The suffocating feeling in the air from his tense static is bad enough. She can clearly picture his strained smile and the death grip he has on his cane. She knows that if she looks at him now, her own carefully plastered-on smile will crack.
“Can we, uh, have a moment please, sweetie?” she manages to grit through her teeth.
“Yeah, of course!” Charlie gathers up her rainbow notecards and hurries out of the room, leaving the door partly open behind her. Only then does Vaggi dare face Alastor, and he is…
Huh, not actually as irritated as she thought he’d be. His ears are a little low, and his jaw is set tight, but his antlers are their usual size, and his eldritch traits remain at bay.
“I thought you were going to speak with her about this,” he says wearily. He has one long leg crossed over the other, and he taps the bottom of his microphone against his shoe.
“I’ve tried, but she doesn’t listen to me!”
The truth is Vaggi and Alastor get along just fine. She’s not sure if she’d call them “friends,” but that’s mostly because she’s not sure if Alastor considers anyone a friend. Sure, they bicker daily (okay, multiple times a day), and yes, she calls him “asshole” more than she uses his actual name. And alright, fine, she has reflexively whipped out her spear on him quite a few times, but that’s his fault for doing his creepy shadow teleportation right into her blind spot.
Point is, that’s just how they are, and they’re perfectly content to stay that way.
Unfortunately, Charlie doesn’t understand purposefully being mean to people you like. “Merciless teasing” hasn’t made its way onto her list of love languages. They’re both aware she thinks they hate each other, and try as they might, they can’t convince her otherwise.
Which apparently brings them to their current situation.
“This has to have been Angel’s idea,” Vaggi grumbles. She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for the unbelievable words she’s about to say. “We both care about Charlie, and don’t even try saying you don’t. If this will make her feel better about”–she waves her hand between the two of them–“us, then I’m willing to give it a try.”
She holds her breath as he taps his claws rhythmically against his cane. After a very long pause, he exhales through his nose. “It’s quite… unconventional.” His eyes narrow slightly, but they don’t turn into dials. He must not be completely opposed to the idea, which is encouraging.
“Aren’t you supposed to be fearless, all powerful, and always looking for ‘entertainment’?” She imitates his accent on the last word and punctuates it with jazz hands.
His ears sag further as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks away. “...Fine.”
She blinks in surprise. “Really?”
“Call her back in before I change my mind.”
Before Vaggi can move, Charlie, who had evidently been eavesdropping, bursts in and squeals in delight. She zooms over to the couch and scoops them both up in a bone-crushing hug (that Vaggi could swear forced a tiny deer squeak from Alastor).
“HOLYSHITYOUGUYS! This is going to be so good, I just know it!” She drops them back on the couch and begins frantically writing on a clipboard. Vaggi winces as she adjusts her rumpled clothing, grateful for her accelerating healing abilities. It feels like Charlie actually cracked a rib with that one.
“Okay, I’ll plan out the first session so you two don’t have to worry about a thing. And I’ll be there the whole time to make sure”–her smile briefly wavers–“everything goes smoothly!”
And so you don’t kill each other hangs unspoken in the air.
Vaggi glances at Alastor, who has resumed his usual irritatingly blasé posture. Playing with power dynamics and knocking him around a bit could be a fun way to blow off steam. Peacetime is hard on a being created for war, and maybe this will somewhat ease the creeping desire for conflict constantly itching under her skin.
“Whatever you think is best, babe.”
Charlie squeals again before heading for the door, her excited mind visibly racing with possibilities.
“This will be so fun, I promise!” And then she’s gone.
A flicker of darkness catches Vaggi’s eye, and she turns to see Alastor’s shadow cackling silently on the wall. Alastor glares at the thing, and she wonders if they’re having a conversation only they understand or if the shadow knows something he doesn’t.
“Yes, I’m sure it will be,” he says in a low voice before sinking away into wispy darkness.
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“Okay, let’s see…”
Charlie sits at her desk with a fresh notebook and a rainbow of gel pens in front of her. She wants to plan the first session for Vaggi and Alastor as quickly as possible so they can get on the road to trust and friendship. She’s a little surprised they agreed to her plan so easily, but she chalks it up to her incredible presentation skills. They don’t call it a PowerPoint for nothing!
She jots down some general information on safe words, the traffic light system, and the purpose of aftercare. Then she brainstorms what this first session should entail. She’s read about therapeutic spanking. Maybe that could work for them…
Vaggi is on her stomach across Alastor’s knees, her tight skirt pulled up over her shapely ass and her lace panties tugged down across her thighs. Her breath comes in loud gasps, and her head hangs low over the side of his legs. He rubs his hand over the red print he just left on her right cheek before rearing back and delivering another blow with a loud SMACK! Vaggi cries out as her whole body spasms. He grabs the base of her ponytail and jerks her head back roughly as he spanks her again. His red-tipped claws dip lower and lower and lower until they swipe through her dripping folds, forcing a beautiful moan from her lips. When he pulls them back, they’re coated in her hot slick. He raises his hand in front of his face, admiring the way his fingers shine.
“My, my, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were actually enjoying this, Vagene,” he taunts in a low, seductive voice.
Vaggi’s eye wells with tears as his grip on her ponytail tightens. He opens his mouth, and his long tongue spills out to lick her arousal off his fingertips–
Oh. Fuck.
Charlie blinks back to reality. She’s panting hard, and she can feel her own wetness soaking into the fabric of her underwear. Her thighs squeeze together tightly to quell the aching throb between her legs.
This is… well. She’d figured since Vaggi is a lesbian and Alastor is ace, they wouldn’t turn each other on, but she’d been so excited by the idea of them bonding that she hadn’t factored in how it would affect her. She’s supposed to be the head counselor of the hotel, she shouldn’t be getting turned on by therapy! Especially therapy involving her employees!
She counts to ten to regulate her breathing and tries to ignore the insistent pulse in her groin begging for relief. She can do this. She can plan this for them without giving in to her own perverted desires. She can, and she will.
“Okay, no spanking,” she says to herself.
Yet, her mind provides.
“Nope, nope, stop it!” She smacks her fist to her forehead as she scolds herself. “What else?”
She taps her green pen against her lips while she thinks. “Well, it’s always good to start at the beginning, and the B is for bondage…”
She starts writing down a list of supplies. Cuffs and straps would be easiest, but rope is better for focusing on the actual tying process. She could provide rope in various colors and materials, plus print out worksheets on knots and different ties. And then they could learn how to do it together, creating a shared experience! And then they could…
And then they could…
Charlie lies on her back with her arms and legs spread wide. Her wrists and ankles are bound tightly to the bedposts with black rope, and she growls at her captors, steam seeping out of the corners of her lips. Her demonic traits are on full display, enraged eyes blazing crimson and whip-like tail thrashing wildly against the mattress. She’s completely nude save for a pentagram-shaped rope harness across her chest.
Alastor is at the foot of the bed, dressed in a nun’s habit and flipping through a small black book. Vaggi, in full exorcist uniform sans helmet, keeps her spear trained on Charlie.
“It says here the only way to expel a lust demon from its host is to appease its carnal desires,” Alastor states flatly.
Vaggi nods. She grazes the tip of her spear against Charlie’s breast, making her hiss as it cuts through her skin and draws blood.
“So we have to fuck it out of her?”
“Precisely.” Alastor snaps the book shut and sets it aside. He pulls Charlie further down the bed and tightens her ankle restraints. Vaggi moves out of her line of vision, and when she comes back, her uniform is gone, replaced only by a large strap-on. She looks down at Charlie with disdain as she straddles her hips.
“I am going to fuck you so hard, you’ll regret ever possessing my girlfriend, demon scum.”
Charlie smiles wickedly and rolls her hips upward, pressing her dripping cunt into the underside of the strap. “As if an angel could ever–!” She’s cut off by a black tentacle wrapping tightly around her throat. Alastor kneels above her head with his gown pushed up around his waist, revealing his thick cock.
“Now now, my dear, I think you’ll find the combination of eldritch and angelic to be quite satisfying.”
Alastor lurches forward and presses the fat tip of his leaking cock against her lips as Vaggi lines her strap up with her entrance. With no further warning, they thrust into her as one–
Charlie’s back arches against her office chair as her orgasm radiates through her. She clamps her free hand over her mouth to silence her moans while her other hand stays in her pants, fingers frantically circling her clit. She rides the waves of pleasure coursing through her until her overstimulated clit can’t take anymore. She pulls her hand out of her pants and slumps back in her chair, panting and ashamed. Guilty tears prickle at her eyes as her breathing returns to normal.
She needs to get it together. She can’t let them down after they agreed to do this. She said she would plan this, she said she would supervise, and she will do those things, even if it means sitting there in wet panties while she watches them tie each other up. And hey, there’s already going to be rope, if they need to tie her to her chair to prevent her from touching herself, then so be it!
“There,” Vaggi says as she secures the knot behind Charlie’s back. “You’re supposed to just watch, baby. We wouldn’t want you breaking your word.”
She grabs a thin piece of rope and kneels in front of Alastor, whose deer-like cock is fully unsheathed. She tucks the cord behind his furry balls and brings it up to loop around his tapered shaft. He moans as Vaggi works the rope around his most sensitive parts, securing his balls in a simple but effective tie. When she’s done, she strokes her hand up his length, guiding the pulsing red tip into her mouth–
Charlie practically leaps out of her chair, scrambling for the glass of water on her desk. She gulps it down quickly before resting her head on the wooden surface.
“Okay, Charlie, you can do this. Get through the planning. You just have to get through the planning.”
Maybe she and Vaggi can mess around beforehand to get it out of her system, or even after, although that would mean admitting to being turned on by what they were doing. Not the best angle for someone who’s supposed to be supervising, but at the end of the day, it’s her gorgeous girlfriend and handsome hotelier tying each other up. What’s a helpless bisexual supposed to do?
She groans loudly into her desk before straightening up.
In two, three, four. Out two, three, four.
She sits down and picks up another pen, purple this time. She has to plan this for them. And as far as what actually happens the day of?
She’ll just have to wait and see.