Succubus Urges and the Day After

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #247 - My Blood-Red Valentine Edition.
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How bad do you think Charlies boy crazy phase was?
>Lucifer is shuffling his way to the kitchen in his robes and fluffy slippers
>He gets himself a cup of coffee and walks back to his room
"Why do I get up so damn early..."
>He walks past Charlies room and stops
"Charlie."
>"Yes daddy?"
"Is that another boy?"
>"...No."
"I'm going to look again and there had better not be a boy in there."
>Lucifer walks to the room and frowns
>He sees a mortal boy that would be around Charlies age if she wasn't a demon, tied up and gagged
>Lucifer walked in on Charlies poor attempt to hide him by flinging a blanket over the scared boy
>He sighs and pinches the area that would have the bridge of his nose
"Charlie, sweetie, you can't keep doing this."
>"But mommy said that I shouldn't fight my urges!"
>Lucifer mutters "Damnit Lilith..." under his breath
"Well she gave you bad advise."
>He unties and ungags the boy
"Sorry you had to go through that. Here's my business card, call me if you have any demonic troubles. What's your name?"
>"A-Anon Y. M-moose s-sir!"
"Yeah thats great, I probably won't remember it."
>He opens a portal to Anons home
"Alright, scram. Get!"
>Anon runs through and Lucifer closes it
"I REALLY didn't want to have the talk with you."
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her phase is still going on
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>Charlie gets succubus impulses
New fanon
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>During the worst succubi fits she kidnaps Anon
>It takes all of her self control to not rip off his pants and screw him into a house plant

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Charlie probably has a massive corruption fetish. She's a demon and she's hardwired to like seeing purity become tainted no matter what's going on in her mind. She'd never actually act on those urges of course, but she's got a massive stash of the most depraved corruption/mind break porn you've ever seen in a hidden folder on her harddrive
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>Angel is going through Charlie's computer
"Chuck you are so fuckin disappointing."
>"Why?"
"You have a ten gigawhatever folder named homework. It's actually all homework."
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>"Check the folder labelled "Naaaaughyyyyy" "
>"...Mama Mia..."

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>she thought the Hotel and the good cause would quell these urges
>it only made these things worse - as did the fact that she founds out she's Bi
>legit wants to screw everyone in the vicinity - all the time
>and because of the thin walls, she can't even fuck Vaggie, for fear of embarrassing herself, and her, in front of the others
>all the others could see is her getting increasingly more neurotic and handsy
>the one day, she sees Vaggie, Angel Dust and Alastor arguing...
>...and undressing
>in reality, they're just taking off their clothes because Husk spilled some booze on them, but Charlie doesn't know that
>she can't take it anymore - she just takes them, on the spot

>when Alastor woke up, the first thing he realized that he's naked
>the second, that he's in bed - someone else's bed
>the third, that he wasn't alone
>Charlie laid on top of him, her head resting on his chest
>she was also naked, her hair disheveled, and a small, satisfied smile on her face, as she snoozed quietly
>her arms were wrapped around an equally naked, but far more exhausted-looking Vaggie, who likewise had her arms wrapped around Charlie in her sleep, while a third pair of arms - white, fuzzy ones - were wrapped around her torso
>that last pair belonged to a, surprise, surprise, naked Angel Dust, who strategically positioned himself to have a pair of arms around everyone: the bottom pair around Vaggie, who slept on his abdomen, his long legs intertwined with her own, the middle pair around Charlie's chest, and the third around Alastor's shoulders, which he was also nuzzling in his sleep
>Alastor's throat felt dry, and that was when he realized:
>he had an erection

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>a tall pitched of water stood on the nightstand, with some glasses
>while he initially considered pouring himself, Al decided to just grab the jug and start drinking
>once he got about about halfway he set the pitcher back on the stand, and, with vision clearing, surveyed the room once more
>almost immediately, he realized that the four of them weren't alone
>at Charlie's and Vaggie's feet laid Baxter and Niffty, both holding the other so close that the Radio Demon wondered if they had enough room to breathe - though, clearly, they did, as both of them were softly snoring, with Niffty resting her head in the crook of the fish demon's neck
>turning his head to the other side, Al suddenly realized that he was surrounded!
>to his right laid the Devil and his wife, sleeping in a looser embrace, with Lucifer resting his head atop Lilith's breasts, the taller woman's buttocks and back (and copious amounts of hair) touching Alastor's side
>speaking of touching, a quiet moan and some movement alerted the deer demon to the fact that the enormous bed had yet another occupant: Mimzy, naked as the day she was born, nestled between him and Angel Dust, her back towards the spider's chest fluff, legs straddling his arms reaching towards Charlie, but with her hands wrapped around his, Al's torso, head resting against his chest under his arms - which, he now realized, had been reaching down behind the shorter woman, and groping her ample derriere, which was what caused her to moan, and nuzzle further into his chest, while one of Angel's arms slipped down from his shoulder, and wrapped around the flapper's stomach instead
>Alastor felt his member throb, and reached for the pitcher again - only to realize that it has disappeared, like a mirage
>he eyed Lilith suspiciously - the sleeping woman had a certain, impish smile in the corner of her mouth
>bemused, Al just shook his head, and continued his survey of the room - immediately spotting the imps
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>they laid underneath Lucifer and Lilith, next to Baxter and Niffty
>they were vaguely familiar, too - a white-haired imp with zig-zagged horns, and a black-haired impette with classic, prong-like horns, the two of them tightly embracing one another, much like the fish demon and the little cyclops, their tails wrapped around them
>they were snoring softly, with the male imp having his arms protectively wrapped around his lover's shoulder and back, while the female had one hand on his chest and the other on his buttocks, their legs locked together, with the impette straddling one of her lover's, pushing it against her crotch
>a bit more prurient, but then again, they were hell-borne creatures - love and lust came hand-in-hand for them
>lifting his gaze from the bed, Al looked at the rest of the room...
>...and his eyes widened

>right across from him, against the opposite wall, was a couch - and a very wide one at that
>occupying it were another set of naked demons
>it seemed that there were multiple, simultaneous orgies going on at once
>as the deer demon tried to wrap his head around that, he took note of the couch's occupants
>in the dead center reclined the lanky form of his most fierce rival - Vox
>completely unclothed (even his hat was missing), with messed up antennae, and a screen that displayed nothing, but a single, white dot in the center of a black void, letting out a soft, high-pitched, whistling tone
>straddling his lap, in the surprisingly tight and defensive-looking embrace of his clawed arms was the supple form of Velvet, another one of Al's rivals - her hair an untied, disheveled mess, her shapely legs on either side of Vox's waist and thighs (baring her naked butt to the world), and her own arms woven together behind the taller demon's torso, she rested her head against his chest, quietly sleeping

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>to the right of them, in the corner of the couch, rested the spindly bodies of one Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench, their heads on a pillow propped up by the armrest - the taller woman's gazelle-like thighs wrapped around the smaller, wiry-muscled man's waist, with her arms possessively holding his torso, chin resting atop his head, while Tom - her little spoon - had one hand resting on her own, and another awkwardly reaching up, allowing her to rest her cheek on it
>the gas mask made his expression unreadable, but Killjoy looked surprisingly peaceful in her slumber

>however, on Vox and Velvet's left was a company of six that would've made Al's jaw drop, had he not been more prepared at this point
>a lankier imp, with longer horns, whom he could swear he had seen before - perhaps, on the picture show? - rested, suppine, against the feathery chest of one, Prince Stolas
>the avian demon had one arm around the naked imp - with his hand on his crotch - while the other was around the shoulder of his wife, the two leaning against one another in their sleep, beaks touching, like two doves in love
>she also had an arm around her husband, with the other wrapped around an imp lady in her lap (hand once again reaching for the crotch)
>said raven-haired, winged femme was resting on the lanky imp's outstretched arm, her own arms resting on his torso, while the male imp's other arm was occupied by a white-haired, older imp woman
>she, together with a younger avian demon, whom Al suspected to be Stolas' daughter, were the only ones awake beside him - and he could see why
>the fair-haired impette was breastfeeding, her bundle of joy occupying her arms, and drawing her soft, loving smile, while the young princess, enthralled by the act, had her arms around her torso, watching her do her motherly duty with wide, starry eyes, her knees on either side of the imp woman's wide hips and derriere

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>they noticed him, and, after observing his assortment of partners, the impette gave him a knowing smile and a nod, while the young princess just waved at him timidly
>Alastor nodded back, then watched, with interest, as the two seemed to focus on something...
>something, a bit lower than him
>looking down, Al's eyes widened - he couldn't believe that he didn't even notice this!

>between Charlie and Vaggie's body - roughly in the level of their stomach - was a messy mop of tentacle hair, belonging to none other than Helsa Von Eldritch
>the tired-looking Lovecraftian had her arms wrapped around the waists of the two other girls, drawing their pelvises closer to her head, her hands reaching for their pubic areas from above, her breasts pushed together by their thighs, her own hair tendrils idly playing with her nips in her sleep
>her legs fenced Baxter and Niffty under the cover of the blanket, the two effectively resting on her stomach - small wonder they have been sleeping so close to one another
>more importantly, he was surprised that he was the only one awake, as the monstress had been snoring
>loudly
>he was surprised he didn't even notice that, up until now
>with a quiet sigh, he allowed his eyes to wander. spotting yet another sleeping pair

>on a separate mattress, seemingly just thrown down on the floor, laid the long body of Sir Pentious, his many eyes closed, and his long tail and torso wrapped around the athletic, buxom form of one Cherri Bomb, like a perverted Caduceus symbol
>while it did manage to strategically cover the bombshell, by the position of where his pelvis would've been, it was still rather blatantly clear how the two had spent the night
>Sir Pent seemed to hold the firecracker of a cyclops in a somewhat chaste embrace, lower arms wrapped around her stomach, while she had her own arms on his, wrapping around them on the outside, head thrown up with an expression of bliss (her hair a wide-spread mess)

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>the snake, on his part, seemed to have fallen asleep mid-kiss, his mouth on her neck

>cute as that was, Alastor began to wonder just how in Hell did they end up with so many participants
>he vaguely remembered being jumped by Charlie while he and Vaggie argued with Angel Dust over his behavior around Husker

>a loud snore halted his train of thought, causing him to look towards the left wall - well, speak of the devil!
>Husk sat, slumped, in an armchair, and snored, loudly and suddenly, with the uneven pattern of a chain smoker's sleep apnea - how he didn't wake up anyone was a small miracle, but a considerably larger one was how he had not awakened the sleeping spider on top of him
>from the mess of four legs straddling him in pairs, the curvaceous rump and wasp-like waist they led into, and the sizeable chest (genuine, this time around, though still covered by a layer of thick fluff), and the enormous mane of hair that hid both her and half of Husk's upper body, Al could deduce that the drunkard's partner for the night was no other, than Angel Dust's twin sister, Molly
>Al sardonically wondered how the effeminate spider will react to this development - or the cat demon, for that matter

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>there was a soft click
>glancing to the side, the deer demon saw a tall figure enter the room

>Valentino

>instead of his usual coat, he wore a trippy, tiger-print bathrobe, while his hat was amiss
>he still had his heart-shaped sunglasses, though
>but what was most striking for Al, however, was his smile
>instead of his usual, lecherous sneer, his mouth was curled into a smaller, softer smile
>walking gently so as not to awake anyone, he stopped - lower arms on his hips, and upper arms crossed -, and surveyed the room
>he had a look of... Now, what was it? Happiness? Joy? Satisfaction? On his face, as his gaze slowly scrolled across the occupants
>he chuckled at Cherri and Sir Pent, and tsk-ed quietly at the two news anchors with a wry, "eh-you-shouldn't-be-doing-this-but-good-for-you" smile
>he gave a knowing smile towards Vox and Velvet, but his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the sixsome
>he then politely nodded at the awake imp and avian (who returned the gesture), and gave an approving nod towards the sleeping Blitzo (yeah, Blitzo, that was his name, he remembered), knocking on his chest with a balled fist from the arm on the opposite side - the universal sign of respect, as it were
>he raised a quizzical eyebrow at Husk and Molly, but then just shrugged
>it was then when he spotted the awake Alastor
>they stared at each other for a while, before Val glanced at the assortment of people around Al, and just nodded, mouthing a quiet "Nice!" with an cheeky smile...
>...then took a double take when he spotted Helsa between Charlie and Vaggie - apparently, even he didn't expect her to be here
>looking further down, he mouthed a quiet, adoring "aaaaw" at the two smaller couples, before his gaze settled on the Devil and his wife, a look of reverence crossing his face
>after a moment, he gathered his bearings, and - as quietly as he could - strolled across the room, to it's last, as of yet unseen occupant

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>a Hellhound sat, snoring, in the corner of the room, besides a camera on a tripod, and a small control panel in front of her, with wires going to various parts of the room - to other, smaller cameras, and a large, fluff-covered microphone on the ceiling
>she was drooling slightly, one arm reaching into her pants, which had a large, damp spot on the front
>Val shook his head slightly, and shook her gently
>she growled, opening one, red eye, only for both of them to pop wide open as she looked up at the bug demon, hand hastily retreating from her pants a moment later
>Val motioned towards the camera, and she quickly pulled out her phone, offering it to him
>he fiddled with it for some time, watching something on it - the night's events, presumably
>he looked impressed, for the most part, even surprised at times
>finally, he assumed a stoic expression, and, handing the phone back to the gray she-wolf, and then reaching into his coat, to pull out a fat wad of cash, which he just threw at her
>she caught it, and, after flipping through it, nodded, and stuffed it into her cleavage, and, getting of the creaky chair, slunked out of the room - passing by the woman who entered, and looked after her as she left
>Al's eyes widened as he saw her, the porcelain-white face and black sockets for eyes were unmistakable!
>Rosie spotted him, too, and after surveying his assortment of lovers, smiled at him, cocking her head to the side - her somewhat loose Victorian-era nightgown and form-fitting basque ruffling from the slight movement

>it was then that Al realized that he, in fact, WASN'T smiling!
>he hadn't been since the moment he woke up, and who knows how long before that!
>he quickly corrected this by flashing his trademark, broad grin towards his former partner

>only for it to falter as she gave a surprised expression when Val stepped up to her, picking up her arm as he bent forward, kissing it

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>she gave an approving coo, and, with Val's hand in her own, began to leave the room
>before he exited, Valentino turned back to the now rictus grinning Alastor, and shooting him his own, trademark leer, he pointed his three other arms at him, giving him finger guns while he winked, and clicked his tongue, twice
>as he departed, Al allowed his grin to finally falter
>what a night
>he glanced at the equipment left behind, wondering if Val would come back for it, or, if it belonged to Angel Dust or the Hellhound, though, the latter clearly didn't care about it
>a slight noise drew his attention
>Vaggie stirred, squinting, as she slowly awoke from her slumber

>Alastor grinned again
>things were about to become really entertaining...


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