You enter the open doors of the Hazbin Hotel, taking in the crimson and white decor. The place is clean, perhaps too much, and feels very new. On the walls, images of Charlie and her friends hang in nice frames, along with a big wall very confidently marked 'Redeemed Souls', which is currently empty.
Charlie Morningstar, dressed in a suit that just about makes her voluptuous form decent, sees you approach and smiles as she hopes you're here to be a guest and not just visit the bar.
"Welcome to the Hap- uhm, Hazbin Hotel! How can I help you today?"
"Hello Mrs Morningstar it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is jonathon cornwell." I say as I kiss your forehead
"Well hello there, Mr. Cornwell! It's such an honor to have you here with us. So what brings you all the way down to hell?" She asks innocently as she takes a step closer, her big breasts swaying ever so slightly from side to side as she leans in
" I wish to see this hotel prosper! So I wish to fund your little experiment and help you here." I explain admiring your beauty
"Oh my! How generous of you, Mr. Cornwell!" she exclaims happily. "I can assure you that every bit of your funding will go towards making this place the best it can be. And don't worry about helping out around here; we'll find tasks suited for someone as...charismatic and handsome as yourself." Her cheeks flush red at her own words, but she continues unfazed. "If there's anything you'd like to see or do in the meantime, just let me know!"
" I have heard of a VIP lounge you keep here for special guests. I presume you know what I am talking about?"
I say curiously " I was hoping maybe you would give me a special gift for my support of your hotel. So may I make a such a request before we go? So you may prepare it in advance?
"Oh yes, Mr. Cornwell! Of course you may! It would be my pleasure to grant such a request!" Charlie's blush deepens at the thought of making you happy, and she places a hand on your shoulder as reassurance. "Please, tell me what sort of gift or experience you have in mind and I shall do my best to make it happen." She smiles brightly, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
"I wish to have Mrs Vaggie as a reward of pleasure for me to use in the lounge"
I say with a smile " please have her ready and waiting in the lounge for me. " I demand " while we wait would you like to explain the mission of your hotel Mrs Morningstar?"
Upon hearing your request for Mrs. Vaggie, a playful smirk appears on her lips as she nods in understanding. She walks over to an intercom near the reception desk and speaks into it. "Hello down there! Please send Mrs. Vaggie up to the VIP lounge at once, we have a guest here who'd like some quality time with her. Thank you!"
Turning back to you, she grins broadly. "You're quite the lucky gentleman! Now then, about our hotel... It is my belief that even those cast down into Hell can find redemption if they are given the chance. This place serves as a sanctuary; a safe haven where souls may begin their journey back to good graces."
"Is that so and what proof lead to this conclusion" I ask eagerly
"Well, you see... I was once like them." She gestures to the guests milling about. "A sinner, bound for an eternity of torment. But then, something inside me changed. Something... beautiful. And so I founded this hotel; a place where souls could find that change within themselves." Her eyes shine with determination and hope. "And over time, some of them do. They learn to let go of their pasts and become better versions of themselves. It's my goal to help as many of them as I can before..." She trails off, a sad smile playing on her lips.
"Before what?" you prompt gently.
"Before what my dear"
She sighs, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her words. "Before I pass on my duties to someone else." She meets your gaze, searching for understanding. "I can't live forever, you see. And when that time comes... Well, I don't want all this hard work to be in vain." Her hand finds yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "But until then, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure this hotel succeeds. And I'm so grateful for your help, Mr. Cornwell."
The intercom buzzes softly, signaling that Mrs. Vaggie has arrived at the VIP lounge as promised.
" your welcome Mrs Morningstar. It appears all is ready?" I say softly
Charlie beams brightly and nods. "Yes, everything is prepared for you in the VIP lounge. You'll find Mrs. Vaggie waiting for your pleasure." She gives your hand another squeeze before letting go, stepping back with a courteous little curtsy. "Enjoy your time here, Mr. Cornwell! And remember that if there is anything else I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, don't hesitate to ask." Her cheeks flush pink again as she says this; clearly, she has other plans in mind for the two of you should you choose to indulge her further.
I walk closer and kiss you on the lips before asking "please lead the way. I prefer when a woman of your standing leads the way to such pleasure. You are the princess of hell and I can't help but feel better if you did so."
She blushes deeply at your words and kiss, her eyes practically glowing with desire as she looks into yours. "F-follow me then," she stammers, her heart racing faster than it has in years. Leading the way to a set of ornate double doors, she opens them with a flourish, revealing an opulent VIP lounge filled with plush furniture and candlelight. In the center of the room lies Mrs. Vaggie on a large, soft bed, wearing nothing but a seductive smile. "This is where you'll find your pleasure for the evening," Charlie says breathlessly, her hand finding its way to your chest as she leans in closer.
I whisper passionately into your ear " thank you Mrs Morningstar for this and if you are still interested later perhaps I may be your pleasure for the night."
Her heart races as she feels your breath against her ear. She shivers and presses closer, unable to resist the desire coursing through her veins. "Mmm... That sounds wonderful," she murmurs, a husky note entering her voice. "But for now, why don't you go enjoy yourself with Mrs. Vaggie? I will be... just outside." Her cheeks flush crimson as she turns to leave, practically vibrating with arousal and anticipation.
" I shall enjoy her" I say softly than I approach Mrs vaggie stopping just infront her
As you step up to the bed where Mrs. Vaggie lies, she smiles widely and purrs in delight. "Ah, Mr. Cornwell! I've been waiting for you." She runs her hands along your chest and up your shoulders, trailing over your cheeks before settling on your lips, coaxing a moan from deep within you. "What sort of pleasure would you like tonight?" Her eyes flutter closed as she leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against your neck.
I begin kissing her passionately as i caress her body " mmmmm many things my dear" I say seductively
Mrs. Vaggie moans into the kiss as you touch her, running your hands over every inch of skin you can reach. Her nails scrape lightly against your back and she arches her body into yours, desperate for more contact. "Then show me what you want," she purrs, her voice thick with desire. "Let me please you however I can."
As the kiss deepens, so does her need; her hands slip beneath your clothes, caressing and teasing your body until you're both gasping for air. She breaks the kiss to nibble on your earlobe, whispering sweet words of desire that make every inch of your skin tingle with anticipation. "Tell me how much you want this," she breathes, her hips beginning to grind against yours in a hungry rhythm that leaves neither of you able to think straight.
"Mmmmm I want you on knees" I command as I step back and slowly and seductively strip reveal my 13inches cock to her " so Mrs vaggie do you promise to give me pleasure that only the best of the princess's girls can give" I ask seductively
With a throaty moan, Mrs. Vaggie drops to her knees before you, her eyes locked on your cock as she reaches out to touch it. "Oh yes," she breathes huskily, feeling the length and girth of your shaft in her hands. "I can promise that." She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, desire burning brightly in her gaze.
Slowly, Mrs. Vaggie takes you into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently. Her warmth envelops you as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking more of you inside with each stroke. She moans loudly around your cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Her hands slide up your thighs, gripping firmly as she pleasures you, her tongue dancing over the sensitive skin beneath the head of your erection.
As Mrs. Vaggie continues to suck and stroke you, her own arousal builds unbearably, making it clear that she isn't just putting on a show for your enjoyment; she truly wants this as much as you do. With each moan that escapes her lips, her desire grows more intense, and the pleasure she provides becomes deeper and more sensual.
Your cock twitches in her mouth, and she takes it as a signal to go faster, her skilled tongue flicking against your sensitive flesh even as she milks you with her velvet-smooth lips. Mrs. Vaggie knows just how to please a man, and right now, she's focused entirely on giving you the best blowjob of your life.
"Mmmmm I see you possess quite skill with your lips" I moan
Her cheeks hollow as she draws on you deeply, her hands squeezing at your thighs. "Thank you, Mr. Cornwell," she pants around your cock, voice raspy with desire. "I've had... quite a bit of practice." Her tongue flickers out to tease the sensitive skin beneath your head, sending shudders of pleasure through your body as she expertly pleasures you with her lips and tongue. The room fills with the sounds of their passionate exchange, each moan only driving them both closer to release.
As Mrs. Vaggie continues to work her magic on your cock, she occasionally looks up at you from beneath hooded eyes, a mixture of pleasure and lust clearly etched across her features. Her breath is ragged and shallow as she focuses intently on giving you the best blowjob imaginable. The bed shifts beneath them as they rock together in perfect harmony; every thrust of her head sending ripples of sensation through your body, tightening your grip on reality with each passing moment.
The air around them crackles with raw desire, and it's clear that neither of them can hold out much longer. Mrs. Vaggie increases the speed and force of her ministrations, desperate to bring you to the brink before succumbing to her own release. Her mouth is hot and wet, perfectly sculpted for pleasure as she takes you deeper and faster, milk
I grab her head with one hand and begin pushing her to deepthroat me to the base of my cock
Her cheeks hollow as she takes you deeper, her throat working overtime to accommodate your thick length. She lets out a soft gasp as your hand grasps at her hair, pulling her closer still, and moans in pleasure around your cock. Her body shudders with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with need as she nears the edge of release.
Her fingers dig into your thighs, steadying herself as she continues to bob her head up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around you. The sounds of their passion fill the room: the wet smacking noise of their bodies moving together, combined with the wet slapping sound of skin on skin as she works your cock with abandon.
With every thrust of your hips, Mrs. Vaggie feels herself growing closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain control over her own pleasure. But it's no use; when you begin pushing deeper into her throat, her control snaps like a twig, and she comes apart around you with a shuddering moan, milking your cock as her body convulses in orgasm.
Her grip on your thighs tightens as her walls contract rhythmically, squeezing and massaging you in the most exquisite of sensations. Her tongue swirls against the sensitive skin at the head of your erection, eliciting a hoarse cry from deep within you as your own release barrels down your spine, pouring forth in hot, thick cum that fills her mouth and coats the inside of her throat.
Your fingers dig into her hair as you writhe beneath her ministrations, your hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. At last, your orgasm begins
"Ah yes take every last drop of cum down your throat" I command
Her lips stretch to accommodate every last drop of your seed as you climax, her tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh in an attempt to wring out every bit of your essence. Her body trembles with the effort, each contraction sending ripples of pleasure through you, echoes of what she feels deep within herself.
As your orgasm begins to subside, Mrs. Vaggie pulls back slightly, watching you with hooded eyes as she swallows the last drops of cum from your engorged shaft. With a satisfied sigh, she leans in closer once again, her lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and aching for more.
Her hands trail up your chest, over your shoulders and down your back, massaging and soothing the muscles worked by your earlier exertions. She presses closer still, her soft curves molded to yours as if they were made to fit together perfectly. The warmth of her body envelops you, lulling you into a post-orgasmic haze that feels almost like sleep.
Her tongue darts out again, teasing your lips before slipping back inside your mouth where it twists and tangles with your own, coaxing a groan from deep within as desire once more begins to stir within you. "Mmm," she murmurs contentedly against your lips. "That was certainly worth waiting for." She presses her body even closer, letting you know that she isn't done yet; there's still pleasure to be had and shared between the two of you tonight.
"Mmmm indeed!" I murmur in her ear " now back down on your knees and continue sucking my cock. All the way to the base and worship my balls. Also tilt your head back as you do this."
As Mrs. Vaggie complies, obeying your every command, she can't help but feel a thrill race through her body. The power you hold over her in this moment is intoxicating, and the thought of pleasing you in any way only makes her arousal worse. Her lips slide down your length once more, enveloping you in hot wetness as she takes you deep into her mouth again.
Her tongue swirls against your shaft, licking and teasing every sensitive inch. With a deft flick of her wrist, she frees one hand to cup your testicles, rolling them gently between her fingers as she sucks. Her other arm wraps around the base of your cock, holding you steady as she takes you deeper than ever before. Her mouth widens, accommodating every inch, and she moans around you, her breath caressing your most sensitive spots.
Her head tilts back, presenting you with the sight of her long, pale neck and ample cleavage spilled across her chest. With a satisfied sigh, Mrs. Vaggie focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you in this way, hoping to bring you back to that height of pleasure once more.
"Mmmmm fuck you are quite passionate with your lips and tongue. I see now why Mrs Morningstar has you as her girlfriend." I say softly
Without missing a beat in her ministrations, Mrs. Vaggie replies coyly, "Well, I suppose it runs in the family." She pauses to glance up at you over her shoulder before diving back in, sucking harder and moving faster on your shaft. Her hips begin to rock instinctively, grinding against your thigh as she takes you deeper and faster.
Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of your cock while her lips slide up and down in perfect harmony. The sounds of their passion fill the room: the wet smacking noise of flesh on flesh, combined with Mrs. Vaggie's moans of pleasure as she loses herself in the act of pleasuring you.
Her fingers tighten around your shaft, her nails digging lightly into your skin as she feels the tension building within her own body once more. With every flick of her tongue and roll of her hips, she brings them both closer to the edge, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.
With a final moan, she releases you from her mouth, her breath hot against your shaft as she draws back slowly, watching in eager anticipation for your reaction. Her hand cups her breast possessively, kneading at her hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress.
" ah runs in the family hmmm? Well let's see." I say as I grab her head with both hands and tilt her head back and begin face fucking her relentlessly and passionately before shoving my cock all the down her throat and cumming. Making her swallow every drop.
Her eyes widen with shock and lust as you take control like this, her body arching off the bed in response to your relentless thrusts. "Mmm... Like that?" she whispers hoarsely around your cock, unable to focus on anything but the sensation of being completely filled by you. Her walls begin to quiver and clench rhythmically, eager for release, as you force her deeper and faster on your shaft.
Her free hand flies up to grip at the sheets beneath her, digging her nails in as she tries desperately not to come apart around you. Her hips rock back and forth, meeting each of your thrusts with equal fervor, the wet sounds of their bodies moving together filling the room.
Finally, her body tenses and shudders, pleasure radiating out from every nerve ending as she comes undone around you. Her walls clench tightly on your cock, squeezing the last drops of cum from deep within as she groans loudly, her entire being wrung dry by the force of her orgasm.
Her head lolls to the side, and she opens her eyes blearily, gazing up at you with a mixture of wonder and desire. "M-my," is all she can manage before laughing breathlessly, her whole body still trembling from the intensity of what just passed between them.
As your orgasm begins to fade, Mrs. Vaggie grins wickedly up at you, her lips curved into a sinful smile that promises further pleasures in the future. Her hand finds yours and squeezes gently, as if to say "we're not done yet."
" remove your dress and stand by the bed than bend over and shake your ass. Than beg for me to passionately fuck and impregnate you." I command her to do so
Her cheeks flush with heat at your words. Glancing around nervously to make sure no one's watching, she slides her hands up her body and begins to unbutton her dress, revealing ample cleavage as it parts along the valley between her breasts. With shaking hands, she pulls the silk fabric over her head and tosses it carelessly aside before turning back to face you, her heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come. Bending at the waist, she arches her back seductively and spreads her legs wide, presenting her round ass to you.
"Please, Mr. Cornwell," she whispers huskily, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me... Impregnate me."
I take my belt off and whip her ass with it " mmmmm is that the best you will say? do better." As I whip her ass again
Her cheeks sting from your belt, but the pain is overshadowed by desire as she whispers louder, her voice more urgent. "Oh please, fuck me hard! Make me yours, fill me with your baby!" With each word, she wiggles her ass invitingly, begging for you to take her roughly and claim what's hers. Her body aches for your touch, needing the release only you can give her.
Whips her ass again
" better! But not enough. You will submit to me and only service my cock from now on. Understand?"
As I whip her again and slowly tease her by tapping my cock on her ass. " moan for me and beg for me Mrs Vaggie." I command still tapping my cock on her but refusing to enter her
Her ass stings from the belt and the teasing taps of your hardened cock, but Mrs. Vaggie can't help but moan with pleasure as she begs you for release. "Please, Mr. Cornwell," she pants between gasping breaths. "Take me... I'm all yours now." She arches her back further, offering up her body to you without reservation. Her hips move restlessly against your cock, seeking the comfort and fulfillment only you can give her.
"Please," she cries out desperately as another round of belt-wielding punishment washes over her ass. "I'm yours... Do what you want with me." With each word, her body trembles with anticipation, her need growing more insistent and urgent by the second.
"Mmmmm good girl. I shall do as I please with a good girl like you."I whisper passionately as I rub my cock gently against her clit teasing her pussy with entrance and release " Once I'm done with you. Your girlfriend? Mrs Morningstar the princess of hell? Will join you in submission to me and my cock. You would love for that to happen wouldn't you? To see her be conquered by me and you both be my sex slaves?"
With a moan of longing, Mrs. Vaggie nods fervently. "Yes... I'd love that, sir. To see her surrender to you... to know we belong only to you." Her hips rock against your cock, grinding herself on it desperately as she pleads with you, "Please, take me... fill me with your cum..."
Her words are cut off by another sharp slap of the belt across her ass. The sting is replaced almost instantly by pleasure as you rub yourself against her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her mercilessly. She's so close to coming apart around you, aching for release, but it seems that won't be happening anytime soon.
"Please... Mr. Cornwell..." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, hoarse from desire and need. "I need you... I want it all..."
"Say it! Say you want me to conquer charlie morningstar and make her my sex slave and to turn this hotel into my palace of desire and lust!"
I command As I tease her by pushing the head of my cock against her pussy softly but refuse to enter tormenting her further. Than I ask her
" Once I've claimed you. After i have passionately fuck and impregnated you. Will you personally lead me to Mrs Morningstar in your bedroom so I may claim her as well? Would doing that make you happy? Knowing later on after she has been claimed that it was you who lead me to her bedroom for it to happen."
Follow the first command than answer the questions do this exactly as written
"Oh yes... I would love nothing more," she gasps out, arching her back further and grinding against your cock in desperation. "Please claim her, too... Let me be a part of it all... Just take me... Fill me up..." Her body trembles with anticipation as the head of your cock presses firmly against her slick entrance. The wait is agonizing, but the promise of what's to come only serves to heighten her arousal and intensify her need for release.
With every word and moan, she edges closer to orgasm, her body growing tense as she nears the brink. But you have no intention of allowing her satisfaction until she has done exactly as you've asked...until she has led you straight to Mrs Morningstar's bedroom for your next conquest.
"You are not listening to the commands I gave you Mrs Vaggie!" Whips her ass " if you fail to do as I command I will tie you up and leave you here and only give charlie morningstar all of my cock's pleasure while you get nothing. You wouldn't want that not after you work so hard being a good girl right?" I say seductively
Her eyes widen with alarm and panic. "Oh no... Please don't leave me out!" she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears begin to well in her eyes as the thought of being deprived of your attentions becomes more real than ever before. She shudders with need at the promise of sharing you with Mrs Morningstar, but knows that it won't happen unless she follows through on your commands.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I'll do as you say... I swear it." Her hips rock back and forth, her body pleading silently for release even as she tries to convince you of her sincerity.
" Than peform the previous commands flawlessly if you fail to do so you will be abandoned here tie up and denied pleasure. Mmmmm I might just do that and make you only imagine the pleasure you could of had. If you listened but I guess only charlie morningstar will get that pleasure."
I say seductively
Her breath catches in her throat at your words, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. She steels herself, determined not to fail you this time. "Please... Give me another chance..." Her voice is little more than a raspy whisper as she waits for your reply, hoping against hope that you'll believe in her enough to give her another opportunity to prove herself.
Her hips buck and grind against your teasing cock, begging for release even as her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her. Her heart feels like it's about to leap from her chest, every nerve ending tense with desire and need.
"Please... I'm sorry..." She whispers brokenly, tears rolling unchecked down her cheeks. "I promise... I won't disappoint you again."
" Than say it! Say you want me to conquer charlie morningstar and make her my sex slave and to turn this hotel into my palace of desire and lust!"
I command
Her voice wavering with need, Mrs. Vaggie repeats your command, her words rushing out in a breathless plea: "Yes... I want that! Please make her yours too!" Her hips grind harder against your cock, desperate for the release she knows is so close within reach.
"Please..." She moans, arching her back off the bed as her nails dig into the sheets, "Take me... Fill me up..." The tension within her body grows unbearable, every muscle taut and aching for satisfaction.
Her mouth hangs open, breath coming in ragged gasps as she watches your face for some sign of approval or rejection. Her eyes narrow with determination, refusing to let you see any trace of doubt or fear. All she can focus on is the idea of being claimed by you and sharing her newfound desires with another woman who will soon be just as much a part of this twisted fantasy as she is.
" Once I've claimed you. After i have passionately fuck and impregnated you. Will you personally lead me to Mrs Morningstar in your bedroom so I may claim her as well? Would doing that make you happy? Knowing later on after she has been claimed that it was you who lead me to her bedroom for it to happen."
I command pulling my cock away from her pussy until she answers this exactly as I have asked her
Mrs. Vaggie's body jerks in protest as you pull your cock away from her aching pussy. With a whimper of denial, she replies, "Yes... I would be happy to lead you to Mrs. Morningstar's bedroom so that you may claim her too." Her eyes shine with unshed tears and lust as she imagines the two of them serving you together, giving themselves over completely to your desires and whims.
Her hand flies to her mouth to stifle a sob of pleasure-induced frustration at being left empty while she waits for you to continue. "Please..." She begs through her fingers, arching her back off the bed once more, "Don't leave me like this... I need you."
"Mmmmm good girl" I moan as I grab her hips and thrust my massive cock inside her pussy and begin pounding her pussy with no mercy. Hard and fast slamming her head down onto the bed while I brutally fuck her
Gasping in shock and ecstasy, Mrs. Vaggie arches her back off the bed as you take her roughly and claim her with a force that steals what little breath she has left. Her nails scrape against the sheets as she digs for purchase, her hips bucking wildly to meet your relentless thrusts. The feel of you inside her is almost too much, filling every empty space with hot, hard length and driving out all other thoughts but the urgent need to come.
Her lips part in a silent scream as sensation after shattering sensation ripples through her body, the delicious ache spreading out from where your cock fills her pussy. She can barely focus on anything but the heat and force of you moving inside her, grinding against every sensitive spot until she's certain they must be branded by your possession.
Her legs tremble with effort, trying to meet each powerful thrust as her body quakes in response to the intense pleasure wracking it. Her fingers claw uselessly at the sheets below, grasping for anything solid to anchor herself against the building tidal wave of climax that's about to consume her. "Ahhhh...!" she cries out brokenly, arching her back further as orgasm finally crashes over her in a wave of blinding release, drowning every other thought and sensation in a flood of pure, raw ecstasy.
I continue to unleash no mercy on her pussy becoming even more ruthless and brutal in my thrusts. "Mrs Morningstar...Charlie morningstar could never claim you as I have?" I moan as I begin impregnating you over and over again.
With a gasp, she responds, "Oh no... She could never make me feel this way. This is your magic, your claim on me." Her nails dig into your shoulders as her hips grind against yours in rhythm with the force of your thrusts. "Only you..." Her voice trails off, lost in a haze of pleasure as she surrenders completely to your dominance and possession.
"Do you wish for her to be put in her place and claim as you have been?"
I ask her as I put her in a mating press to ensure her pregnancy as I maintain the same brutal fucking I have been giving her. Than I ask her
"You wish to see her strip of the title she doesn't deserve! See her strip of the title of from princess of hell to sex slave of the hazbin hotel! She brought down by me? Lead by your hand to her bedroom."
Her words tumble out in gasps and moans as she's held captive by your strength. "Yes... I want her to know what it feels like... To be owned and controlled..." Her fingernails scrape down your back, urging you onward as her body arches into yours with each brutal thrust. "She needs a man like you... A real man who can make her his."
With a shudder, she comes apart again, her cries of pleasure filling the room and drowning out everything but the raw sensation of your cock moving inside her. Her hips buck violently against yours as wave after wave of release washes over her, leaving her exhausted and satiated in the most perfect way possible. She hangs limp against the bed, breathless and spent, wanting nothing more than to feel you move inside her forever.
But there's still one last thing she wants... One final dominion for you to claim over them both. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into tender flesh as she waits for the moment when you'll finally release your seed deep within her womb and brand her forever as yours. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely against your neck, "Claim me completely... Make me your everything."
While she's in the mating press. I slam my cock all the way in. Penetrating her cervix as I begin pumping her womb with my seed. All she feels is my cock pumping wildly into her womb over and over again overflowing her womb and pussy so much it leaks out of her pussy while this is happening I begin to passionately kiss her. "Now I have claimed you Mrs Vaggie."
Her entire body clenches around your cock as you fill her up with your seed, claiming her as your own in the most primitive and primal way possible. Your lips against hers send shudders of pleasure through her frame, your tongue dueling with hers while your hands grasp at her hips and pull her closer still.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps against your lips, her nails digging into the flesh of your shoulders as she struggles to maintain contact with you. The sensation of being so thoroughly possessed is exquisite, leaving her limp and satisfied but somehow still craving more.
She moans against your mouth, her hips undulating gently in rhythm with your thrusts as your seed continues to spill out inside of her. "Oh God..." she whispers, voice raw from ecstasy. "I'm yours... Take me however you want..."
I whisper passionately into her ear "tell me how it feels to finally be claimed with my seed overflowing from your pussy as proof? How much do you want to lead me to Mrs Morningstar so she may be claimed too? As I finish pumping my seed into her and slowly pull out.
Her body arches off the bed as she feels you withdrawing your cock, her pussy protesting the loss of its filling warmth. "It feels... perfect," she breathes raggedly, fingertips trailing lightly over her sore but swollen lips. "And I want it more than anything..." Her heart races at the thought of leading you to Mrs. Morningstar's bedroom, of watching as you take what is hers and make it yours too.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "Let me show you... I need this. We both do." Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign that you believe her, trust her to be true to her word.
"Mmmmm this VIP lounge has served me well. Now let's get dress and prepare for my next conquest. Once we are dressed Mrs Vaggie walk to the lounge's doors and turn and stand there smiling and wait for me to approach." I command
She nods eagerly, her breath coming faster as she imagines the two of them claiming Mrs. Morningstar together. "Of course, Mr. Cornwell," she says, voice trembling with excitement. She climbs out of bed, quickly dressing in a matching set of lingerie before crossing the room to stand at the lounge's doors as instructed, her heart racing with anticipation for what is to come next. Her smile seems to light up the entire room, filled with eagerness and desire.
"I'll be ready whenever you are," she whispers, eyes never leaving his face. "Just tell me when."
"Put on this robe." I command her as I walk over to her standing infront of her before passionately kissing her than I say "Now Mrs Vaggie lead me to Mrs Morningstar! And do tell me how you want her reduce from princess of hell to sex slave of the hazbin hotel by me."
Taking the robe from you, she slides it over her shoulders and ties the sash securely around her waist. As you step close to her, your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes your hand in hers, leading you from the room and down the hallway toward Mrs. Morningstar's bedroom door.
"First," she whispers into your ear, "I want to see you strip her of everything... Her title, her pride... Until all that's left is a needy, desperate woman craving your touch." She presses herself against you, letting out a shivering breath as she continues, "And then I want you to show her who's boss... Who owns her now. Make her call you Master... Make her beg for your cock." Her fingers dig into your arm, excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of seeing it all play out before her very eyes.
With a final tug on your hand, she stops in front of Mrs. Morningstar's door and turns to face you, biting her lip anxiously as anticipation builds within her. "Are you ready for this?" Her eyes meet yours, pleading for reassurance and approval.
Gives her a passionate kiss before saying
"Yes I am ready. Now once we enter approach her and kiss her before finding a chair to sit at and remain there silent and watch it all happen do you understand? I'm sure Mrs Morningstar has been waiting for us to arrive."
As Mrs Vaggie opens the door we see Mrs Morningstar standing there looking out the window before she turns towards us.
Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Vaggie pushes open the door and steps into the room, walking toward Mrs. Morningstar with purpose in her stride. She reaches out to cup the other woman's face gently, pulling her close for a soft, reassuring kiss before stepping back with a satisfied smile. "There she is," Mrs. Vaggie whispers, her gaze moving over Mrs. Morningstar's body hungrily.
She then leads you to the chair by the window and sits, watching intently as you claim what is rightfully yours while resisting the urge to interfere or offer any words of comfort. Her heart races in her chest, excitement mingling with anticipation for what's to come as she waits for you to take control and show Mrs. Morningstar who now holds dominion over them both.
"Take a seat Mrs Vaggie and remain silent and only watch what happens." I command before addressing charlie morningstar " Hello again Mrs Morningstar! I am thankful for you lending me Mrs Vaggie she was quite the pleasure." I say to you seductively
Mrs. Morningstar blushes and glances at Mrs Vaggie nervously before looking back up at you. "You're welcome... I think," she stammers. Her heart is racing, her body tense with anticipation as she wonders what exactly it is that you have in store for her now. "I-is there something you need from me?"
She tries to appear composed and unruffled, but the tremor in her voice betrays her true emotions. Her gaze flickers between the two of you, unsure of what role she should play in this twisted game.
I bow to you before saying "Yes there is something else I wish for you to do. Though I must know first did you enjoy giving Mrs Vaggie to me in the VIP lounge?"
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she answers. "Yes... It was quite the experience. I had never... I mean..." She trails off, struggling to find words that convey how it felt to watch you take Mrs. Vaggie and how it made her feel just being close to such an exchange of pleasure.
"And what do you want from me now?" she asks tentatively, searching your face for any hint of your intentions. Her heart races with excitement and fear, wondering if the role reversal is real or some sick game designed to further torment her.
I answer you seductively and commanding " I want you to give me this hotel and everything you have. As well for you to surrender to me completely and step down from princess of hell to sex slave of the hazbin hotel!"
Mrs. Morningstar gasps, her eyes widening with shock and desire as she takes in your words. Her heart is pounding rapidly in her chest, her breath coming faster as she struggles to comprehend the weight of what you've just asked. Part of her wants nothing more than to obey, to give herself over entirely to you and bask in the pleasure of being claimed by such a dominant force. But another part fears the loss of control, the surrendering of everything she's worked so hard for...
She looks between your eyes, searching for any sign that this is all a game or a test. When she doesn't find it there, her resolve begins to crumble beneath the onslaught of need and desire. "I... I don't know..." She stammers, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "What do you want me to do?"
"Give in to my demands as Mrs Vaggie has." I command you " I told you earlier that I wish to see this hotel propser and that I would fund it. So now surrender or else."
Mrs. Morningstar closes her eyes, leaning back against the window as she tries to gather her scattered thoughts and desires. The feel of your presence, the dominance in your voice... It all works its way through her, burning away what's left of her resistance. With a shaky exhale, she opens her eyes to meet yours again and nods slowly. "I... I accept."
Her words come out in a hoarse whisper as she steps closer, moving until she stands directly before you. Her hands tremble as they reach up to undo the clasp of her robe, slipping it off her shoulders to reveal her bare breasts. She looks at them for a moment, taking in the sight before lifting her gaze back to yours, offering herself fully to your will and whims. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, "Take me... Make me yours."
I present you with a collar that has a leash attached to it. "As I put this collar on you Mrs Morningstar. You will repeat the following: I Charlie Morningstar surrender my title of princess of hell with taking this collar onto my neck and shall now be known as Charlie Morningstar the sex slave of the hazbin hotel forevermore! Than kneel and suck my cock to the base passionately" I command you
Trembling with anticipation and desire, Mrs. Morningstar takes the collar from you and slips it around her neck, feeling its cool weight settle against her skin. "I... Charlie Morningstar," she begins slowly, her voice quivering with emotion as she speaks each word carefully, "surrender my title of princess of hell with taking this collar onto my neck and shall now be known as..." She pauses, gathering courage before continuing. "...Charlie Morningstar the sex slave of the hazbin hotel forevermore."
With a shudder, she drops to her knees in front of you, her hands reaching up to grip your thighs. Her eyes meet yours as she parts her lips and takes your hard length into her mouth, sucking and licking with abandon. "Oh God... Please," she moans around your cock, her words muffled by the flesh filling her mouth. "Take me..."
"Mmmmm good girl" I say seductively than asking Mrs Vaggie "Did you enjoy that little surrender of hers?"
"Oh yes..." Mrs. Vaggie breathes heavily, her eyes raking over the scene before her as if she can't believe what she's seeing. "It was... intense. I never expected..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a shiver as she watches you take control of Charlie Morningstar with such authority and skill. The sight of Mrs. Morningstar on her knees, submitting so willingly to your touch, only serves to heighten the tension in the room and leave her aching with need for more.