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Vaggie's head knocked back against the pillows, a broken, high-pitched gasp tearing from her throat as Charlie thrust into her. She was relentless, the strap-on hitting that spot deep inside her with a rhythm that made her toes curl. She wasn't gentle or slow like they usually preferred. It was exactly what they both needed after that suffocating silence and cold shoulders.
Charlie groaned, her hips snapping forward, driving the dildo in to the hilt. The flared base of the dildo ground right against Charlie's sensitive clit with every snap of her hips, sending pleasure through her own heat that only made her want to thrust into Vaggie even harder.
She was leaning over Vaggie, sweat making her bangs stick to her forehead. "You—you feel so good, Vaggie." Charlie panted, voice rough. She grabbed Vaggie's thighs, spreading them wider to bury herself even deeper inside, before pulling out a bit to grind down hard against her wet heat again.
Vaggie was a mess beneath her. Only moans came out of her. She could feel the friction burning her body up, she could feel Charlie's every movement, the slick wetness between her legs making every slide of the silicone feel electric. God, she loved this side of her girlfriend.
Charlie leaned down, crushing her lips against Vaggie's mouth to swallow her moan, tasting her as her hands reached up to grab Vaggie's breasts, kneading the soft flesh. She squeezed them hard, her thumbs flicking over the stiff, sensitive nipples in turns, making Vaggie whine into the kiss.
Charlie didn't break her rhythm, snapping her hips to bury the strap-on all the way into Vaggie's soaking tightness, bottoming out with every thrust. Her hand slid down between their sweating bodies, fingers slick, gliding straight to her swollen clit. She started circling and mashing the nub right as she thrust in hard. Vaggie's eyes rolled back, the double sensation was too much. Her mouth flying open to let out a strangled, high-pitched cry that was just on the edge of a scream, her hips bucking wildly against Charlie's hand. Vaggie threw her head back and screamed, her hips snapping up to grind harder against Charlie's fingers
Charlie slowed her pace, just enough to catch her breath and look down. Vaggie was a beautiful, ruined mess—skin flushed gold, lips swollen and bitten, her eye hazy with pure lust. The sight made Charlie's chest ache with sudden guilt. The last few days of silence felt so stupid now. She brushed a sweaty strand of hair from Vaggie's face, voice wobbling. "I'm so sorry, Vaggie. I should have reacted better when—"
"Shut up, hon—" Vaggie's hand shot up, grabbing the back of Charlie's neck and yanking her down hard, their noses almost bumping. "Not now—ah! Just fuck me, Charlie. Don't stop—"
Charlie obeyed. She snapped her hips forward, thrusting the strap-on hard into Vaggie. She didn't hold back anymore. Charlie buried her face in Vaggie's chest, latching onto a nipple and sucking on the sensitive bud, her teeth grazing the soft skin, while her fingers slipped between their slick bodies, circling and rubbing Vaggie's swollen clit once again.
"Fuck—yes, right there!" Vaggie moaned, her nails digging into Charlie's back, her legs locking tightly around Charlie's waist to pull her tightly against her. The sensation was too much. Vaggie felt the pressure build in her belly was finally about to snap. Her walls clamped down hard around the dildo, milking it like she was trying to swallow it whole .
"I'm—I'm close!" Vaggie screamed, her head thrown back, her whole body seizing up on the mattress.
That was the final straw. Charlie felt that intense tightening and lost it. The friction of the base grinding directly against her clit with every desperate snap of her hips pushed her past her own climax. Charlie thrusted deep and fast. Vaggie arched off the bed, letting out a long, broken cry as she came hard, shaking uncontrollably in Charlie's arms. Charlie gave three more deep, jagged thrusts, riding out the orgasm with her, before collapsing on top of her, panting into Vaggie's neck, both of them drenched in sweat and trying to catch their breath.
"That was..." Charlie finally spoke after a few minutes, her voice trembling and weak.
"So good," Vaggie finished for her, tilting her head to press a kiss to Charlie's temple. She wrapped her arms tighter around Charlie's neck, refusing to let her pull away just yet.
"And hey," Vaggie murmured with a smirk on her face "Did you seriously try to apologize to me while you were fucking my brains out?"
Charlie groaned, hiding her burning face in the crook of Vaggie's neck, though she couldn't help but smiled a little as well, "I panicked! Okay? I know its only been days but it felt like forever, and I just... I didn't want to mess it up!"
Vaggie softened, her hand threading through Charlie's damp hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. "You didn't mess anything up, sweetie. If anyone needs to apologize, it's me. For lying. For... everything." She paused, shaking her head. "But let's not do the heavy shit right now. That can wait."
Charlie lifted her head, blinking at her with sudden interest, a spark lighting up her puppy-like wide eyes. "Oh. So... you want to keep going?"
Vaggie didn't answer with words. Instead, she tilted her hips up, deliberately grinding against the dildo. The movement dragged the toy hard against Charlie's own clit through the harness, making the princess hiss in surprise and pleasure.
"Okay, message received," Charlie breathlessly laughed, her eyes darkening again. She moved to position herself between Vaggie's legs, ready to slide the silicone back into that welcoming heat.
"Wait."
Vaggie's hand came up, pressing against Charlie's chest to stop her movement.
Charlie froze immediately, hovering over her. "Are you okay? Too sensitive? Should I stop?"
"No, no, I'm fine. I just..." Vaggie murmured. She bit her lip, her gaze drifting away from Charlie's face for a second, staring at the ceiling as if wrestling with a decision. Her chest rose and fell with a deep, steadying breath. She looked nervous, but there was a steeliness in her eye that Charlie recognized. It was the look she had before charging into battle.
Vaggie looked back at Charlie, her expression raw and open. "I don't want to do it like this. Not this time." She swallowed, hard, her fingers tightening slightly on Charlie's skin. "I want to turn over. I want... I want you to take me from behind."
The request hung in the air, landing heavy between them. Charlie froze. The heat of the moment was instantly doused by a cold wash of memory.
She was suddenly back in their bed three years ago—feeling Vaggie go rigid as stone beneath her hands, hearing that terrible, wet gasp as the panic took her over. She remembered the way Vaggie had looked at her that night, eyes wide with a primal terror that didn't belong in their bed. She remembered the promise she had made while holding Vaggie's trembling body: Never again.
"Vaggie..." Charlie started, her voice soft, searching Vaggie's face for signs of hesitation.
"I need to do this," Vaggie interrupted, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I know what you're thinking, hon. But now that you know about... me, I want you to really see me. All of me. I want you to make it yours. Ours."
Charlie hesitated. She searched Vaggie's face for a long moment, looking for any sign of uncertainty or panic again. But she only found trust, and want.
"Okay," She eventually breathed out, the word trembling slightly. Charlie leaned down, pressing her forehead against Vaggie's. "But we must have one rule. If it's getting too much, just tap twice, on the mattress, on my leg, anywhere. If you tap twice, I stop immediately. I pull out, and we're done. No questions asked. Is that okay?"
Vaggie nodded, her gaze steady, trusting. "More than okay."
Charlie kissed her softly, a seal on the promise, before pulling back. Her hands slowly moved to Vaggie's waist. "Good. Let's do this."
She helped Vaggie getting into position, her hands guiding her hips until Vaggie was lying flat on her stomach. Vaggie buried her face in the pillows, her breathing hitching slightly, leaving her back completely exposed to Charlie's gaze. She straddled Vaggie's thighs, careful not to put her full weight down yet. She reached out, her fingers trembling, and ghosted over the rough skin of the scars.
"You okay?" Charlie whispered, pausing to check again, her hand hovering just above the skin.
"Yeah," Vaggie's voice was muffled by the pillow, "You can touch me, hon. Just... keep talking to me. Please, Charlie. I need to hear your voice. I need to know it's you back there."
Charlie let out a shaky breath, understanding immediately. "Okay. I'm right here. It's just me. It's just Charlie."
She leaned down, gently pressing her chest against Vaggie's lower back, and placed a soft kiss right on the center of the scar tissue. Then another. She was worshipping the very thing that had caused Vaggie so much shame, murmuring against the skin between every kiss.
"You are so beautiful," Charlie hummed against her spine, feeling Vaggie shudder beneath her. "I love you so much, Vaggie. I've got you. Look how strong you are."
Her hands glided down Vaggie's sides, fingers tracing the curve of her ribs before reaching underneath to cup the soft weight of her breast. She squeezed the flesh gently, grounding her, while her lips trailed hot, wet kisses up the sensitive spot of Vaggie's neck, biting lightly at the nape. Vaggie let out a low, shaky whine, her head tilting to the side on the pillow to give Charlie better access. She was melting, her body arching back just slightly, instinctively pressing her ass against Charlie's crotch, asking for more.
Slowly, Charlie reached down to guide the strap-on, making sure everything was ready. She lined the head up with Vaggie's entrance, teasing the ring of muscle gently while keeping up a steady stream of whispers.
"I'm going to slide in now, okay? I'll go slow," Charlie murmured, her hand gently resting flat over Vaggie's scars, shielding them. "Stay with me, Vaggie. You're doing so good."
Vaggie nodded against the sheet. She pushed her hips back slightly, signaling she was ready.
Charlie took a deep breath and pushed. She glided the thick silicone shaft back into Vaggie's tight heat slowly, letting Vaggie's body stretch to accommodate the girth. Vaggie gasped as she was being filled up from behind. It felt different like this. Deeper. More animalistic. The angle hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur, grounding her in a way that somehow felt nothing else could.
When the base of the dildo finally bumped against Vaggie, Charlie paused, holding herself still deep inside her. Her hand was still pressed flat against the scars on Vaggie's back, caressing gently.
"I love you," Charlie whispered, her voice thick. "All of you, Vaggie. Do you want to keep going?"
Vaggie waited for the panic. She waited for the phantom weight of the boot, the crushing shame. But all she could feel was Charlie. Charlie's warm hand protecting her scars, Charlie's body heat warming over her back, and the incredible fullness of Charlie claiming her inside.
"Yes," Vaggie panted, her voice wrecked. "Yes, please, Charlie. You can—you can go harder. Fuck... it feels so full. Please don't stop..."
Charlie let out a relieved breath, leaning down to nip gently at Vaggie's shoulder. "Okay. I've got you."
She pulled back slowly, dragging the silicone along Vaggie's sensitive walls, and then thrust back in hard and deep.
"Fuck!" Vaggie cried out. She buried her face more into the pillow, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets, but she arched up, practically begging for more. "J-Just like that! Please, Charlie—!"
"You like that?" Charlie moaned, voice rough and dripping with lust. She leaned down, her sweat-slicked chest pressing against Vaggie's back. "You're doing so good, Vaggie. So, so good for me."
Vaggie sobbed with pleasure, her whole body jerking with the impact. Charlie was claiming every inch of her, rewriting the map of her body until the only thing Vaggie could feel was the thick length stretching her open and the heat of her girlfriend's body covering her like a warm blanket. Charlie stopped holding back, her hips snapping forward to bury the silicone deep into Vaggie's soaking pussy with every thrust.
But even in the haze of lust, Charlie's eyes were locked on Vaggie's trembling frame. A part of her was still three years back, terrified that the woman she loved beneath her would suddenly shatter.
"Is this okay?" Charlie quietly asked, leaning down to bite gently at Vaggie's shoulder. "You still with me? No tapping?"
For Vaggie, the phantom memory of the boot on her spine tried to surface—that crushing, suffocating weight. But every time it flickered in the dark, Charlie's touch shattered it. This weight wasn't trying to crush her, it was grounding her. The force tearing her open wasn't violence this time, it was love.
"No tapping," Vaggie choked out, shaking her head into the pillow. "I'm here—I'm right here with you."
Hearing this, Charlie gave her shoulder another kiss before her hand finally left Vaggie's back. She reached Vaggie's heaving chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching the stiff nipple hard. Vaggie wailed, her hips bucking back to meet Charlie's thrusts.
"Oh, that felt good too?" Charlie groaned. Her other hand slid down between their sweating bodies, fingers slick with their combined juices, finding Vaggie's swollen clit again. She started rubbing the sensitive nub, matching the brutal pace of her hips. The triple threat of her nipple, the dildo stretching her deep inside, and the fingers mashing her clit was too much, though in a good way. Which gave Vaggie another idea.
"Charlie— fuck! Wait—" Vaggie suddenly gasped, her hand reaching back to push weakly against Charlie's hip. "Can you move back... just a little?"
Charlie blinked, dazed by the sudden command. She obeyed instinctively, pulling her body back to give her more space. "Vaggie? Did I hurt—"
Before she could finish, Vaggie pushed herself up from the mattress, rising onto her hands and knees, the air in the room shifted. With a powerful whoosh, Vaggie's wings burst outward, snapping open to their full, magnificent span. Even in the dim light, they looked dangerous and beautiful, dominating the luxurious space around them effortlessly.
Vaggie, who was still panting from pleasure, looked back over her shoulder with a knowing, seductive look in her eye. "Come on now, babe, I saw that look on your face earlier." She purred, voice filled with temptation. She knew exactly what Charlie wanted. She knew exactly what she was doing. "Don't tell me you don't want this."
Charlie could only stared, her breath hitching in her throat. The sight was so goddamn majestic. She could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, her mouth going dry. "Vaggie...I want it, I want you so bad—"
She couldn't help herself. Her hand drifted up, trembling slightly, and brushed against the base of the wing, right where the sensitive, downy feathers met the skin. She stroked and rubbed the joint gently.
"Ah!" Vaggie let out a high-pitched keen, her back arching violently, her wings fluttering shivers through the air. As Charlie stroked the sensitive root, Vaggie's pussy clamped down on the dildo with a crushing clench, milking it hard.
Charlie could not help herself but groaned, her knees buckling slightly. The intense, sudden pressure on the dildo ground the base beautifully against her own clit through the harness, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her brain. "You're so sensitive when I touch them. That is so... god, that's so hot..."
The realization hit Charlie hard, lust pooling heavy and hot in her gut. These magnificent, powerful limbs, the very things that had caused Vaggie so much pain, were now a direct line to her pleasure. It was overwhelming.
Charlie leaned back just enough to take in the full, breathtaking view. Vaggie was on her knees with her legs spread, sweat slicking the skin around those jagged scars, back muscles bunching with effort, all framed by the glorious span of her grey feathers. Her hips raised up high, eagerly bucking back to meet Charlie's thrusts.
So she kept going, hard and punishingly deep. With every push of her hips, burying the thick silicone shaft to the hilt inside Vaggie's burning heat, Charlie's free hand was still touching her wings. Her fingers combed through the impossibly soft feathers before pressing firmly, possessively, along the sensitive spot of the joint. Vaggie immediately keened into the pillow, her insides milking the dildo again in a way that nearly made Charlie buckle.
"God, you are so beautiful like this," Charlie murmured with lust and pure adoration. She ground her pelvis against Vaggie's buttocks, savoring the crushing friction inside her, watching those massive wings flutter helplessly in time with her thrusts. "My perfect, beautiful angel... Just look at you..."
The words shattered whatever control Vaggie had left. Hearing Charlie worship the parts of her she was once ashamed of, feeling that large, warm hand claiming the root of her wings while filling her so completely... it was everything all at once.
"Charlie, I'm—fuck, I'm close!" Vaggie choked out, her head thrown back, her wings trembling violently, feathers rustling loud and frantic in the quiet room. "Don't stop touching them—please!"
"I've got you," Charlie panted, snapping her hips forward in a desperate, driving pace while her thumb pressed harder into the sensitive nerve at the wing's base. "Let go, Vaggie. I've got you."
Vaggie screamed, letting out a long, broken sound of pure release. Her back arched impossibly high, her wings snapping wide open to their full, majestic span, vibrating with the force of her orgasm. Her body clamped down on the dildo with crushing strength, milking it in wave after wave of spasms.
"Ah—Vaggie!" Charlie groaned, grinding her pelvis hard against Vaggie's wet heat. The crushing pressure of Vaggie's walls on the silicone transferred directly to the base of the harness, mashing against Charlie's overstimulated clit. She stuttered and shook, riding out her own blinding climax right alongside Vaggie, thrusting deep one last time and holding it there, anchoring them through the storm of pure pleasure, before they both collapsed down to the bed.
For a long time, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing and the soft rustle of feathers settling.
Slowly, the tension bled out of Vaggie's frame. Her wings had finally relaxed, drooping as the soft grey feathers fanned out over the messy sheets like a protective blanket.
Charlie didn't pull out right away. She caught her weight on her elbows to keep from crushing Vaggie, and buried her face in the crook of her girlfriend's neck. She pressed a string of soft, lingering kisses along Vaggie's damp skin, moving from her shoulder blade up to her ear, humming contentedly against the pulse point.
"You were amazing," Charlie whispered, nuzzling their cheeks together, her body heat wrapping around Vaggie like a cocoon. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Vaggie let out a long, shaky breath, turning her head just enough to brush her lips against Charlie's jaw in a tired, clumsy kiss. "That was definitely one of the best sex we've had."
Charlie chuckled, the sound vibrating warm and deep through her chest against Vaggie's back. She tightened her hug just a bit more, nuzzling into the crook of Vaggie's neck with a grin she couldn't hide.
"I can't argue with that," Charlie agreed softly. She paused, her tone shifting into something teasing. "So... doggy. Huh?"
Vaggie let out a wet, tired snort of laughter. She shifted carefully, turning in Charlie's arms despite the lingering connection, and swatted playfully at her arm. "Don't get too cocky, Princess."
"I'm just saying!" Charlie defended herself, laughing as she captured Vaggie's hand and kissed the knuckles. "It was... very hot. I never thought it could be this hot."
After a few quiet, comfortable moments of just breathing together, letting their heart rates slow down, Charlie shifted gently. "I'm going to pull out now, okay? So you can rest properly," She murmured, smoothing a hand over Vaggie's hair. She withdrew slowly, careful and gentle, easing the toy out of Vaggie's relaxed body. Vaggie let out a soft, relieved sigh as the fullness left her, immediately curling into herself. Charlie quickly to unbuckle the harness and pulled the covers up, tucking them both in before pulling Vaggie back into her arms.
Vaggie rested her head on Charlie's chest, her ear pressed right over her heart, listening to the steady, reassuring rhythm. She traced a random pattern on Charlie's arm with her fingertips, her body feeling at ease in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Charlie?" Vaggie whispered into the quiet.
"Hmm?" Charlie hummed, her hand idly stroking up and down Vaggie's arm.
"Thank you," Vaggie said, the playfulness gone, replaced by raw sincerity. She didn't look up, just pressed closer. "For... for being patient, with me. For everything, really."
Charlie stopped her stroking. She shifted slightly, using her finger to gently tilt Vaggie's chin up until their eyes met. Her expression was open, filled with that boundless love that Vaggie sometimes felt she didn't deserve.
"You don't ever have to thank me for that, Vaggie. Ever," Charlie said softly, her thumb brushing over Vaggie's cheekbone. "Thank you."
Vaggie blinked, a little confused. "For what?"
"For trusting me," Charlie answered without hesitation. She leaned in to press a lingering kiss to Vaggie's forehead. "For letting me see all of you. I know how hard that was, how much courage it took to let me in like that."
Vaggie felt a lump form in her throat, "I trust you," she admitted, her voice thick. "With everything. You always make me feel safe." She paused, trying to force out the words she had buried for three year's before continuing. "I'll tell you the truth, I promise. I—"
"Shh," Charlie soothed, shifting to press a finger gently against Vaggie's lips, silencing the apology before it could start. She smiled, pulling the duvet tighter around them both, cocooning them in. "Dont worry about that. We have all the time in the world for it. Now let's just relax and get some sleep. Sounds good?"
"Yeah," Vaggie breathed out, her eyelid suddenly felt heavy. She shifted one last time, feeling the comforting weight of her own wings settling over them like a second blanket, just a part of her that Charlie loved so much. She finally let her eye close, as she drifted off in the safest place in Hell. "Sounds good."