Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

I continued to thrust in, I pulled her head to meet mine and I captured her mouth, my tongue exploring her mouth, I can’t seem to get enough of her and I don’t intend to. My hand found her breast and I knead and teased as I kept on ramming into her. “Nicholas, I’m so…fuck” Coco mumbled and I thrust harder, I was so close and I kept on going. Coco released and few more thrust I followed. **** CORVETTE’S POV I stared at Nicholas as the steady rhythm of his chest moved with every breath he took. I moved my hands through his hair and then placed a kiss on his lips for the last time, I guess I am finally doing this. I am finally leaving him.

At the same time, I’m like a cheshire cat in the midst of ravenous wolves. These bastards don’t know they are celebrating a devoured man. I wince as a few soldiers flock to my space, taking some Velvet Boys for their pleasures. And I’ve noticed their polyamorous qualities—three to one. But the Velvets don't seem to condemn it. Instead, they giggle and wiggle their ass as the men take them away. Masochist! Lydia and a consort of ladies and men sit by a tree, clapping hands and singing in Russian. Her cheeks are colored, nothing like the night she mourned Caleb. Hmm.

Velvet over steel. He allowed me to explore him, his face a mask of sweet agony. His length throbbed in my hands and I watched in amazement as precum beaded the broad tip. In measures I leaned down and took him into my mouth. He released a ragged moan, hands fisting my hair. He guided me up and down his shaft until I could mange on my own. My hands pumped the base of him as I sucked his tip, swirling my tongue around the slit. He growled, bucking into my mouth.

Colter had heard her and he was building up as well, but her words were like magic to him, some sort of spell perhaps as she groaned that she was finishing, Colter felt himself tensing up as well, he felt his legs tremble and his orgasm starting to burst like a dam that had pushed back too much water. “Vida, I’m cumming as well” Colter murmured and they both finished together, Vida spasmed in sheer pleasure as Colter filled her insides with his semen, the pure, unadulterated feeling of bliss radiated from both of them as Colter collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting and gasping for breath. A few minutes later, they both stayed in Vida’s bed, giggling and laughing, staring at the ceiling

The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer. Lucas thrust. As he pushed his masculinity forward, Velia responded in kind. Collisions occurred. There was a slight pain, but Velia relished it. Lucas saw it clearly. It was not just the influence of the vodka he had just sipped. Impossible. It was inconceivable that his eyes could deceive him in witnessing this sight. Velia's face appeared flushed and surrendered. She was captivated and carried away, desiring more as Lucas could clearly feel what was happening. Velia underneath moved in harmony with the thrusts she received.

What was Xena even talking about? "The shirt you're wearing. It's a limited edition piece from Celestial's spring collection. There are only a hundred of them globally, and the official price is 400 thousand dollars each." "I guess you're buying designer knockoffs because you're afraid of being poor. But at least know what you're wearing. Don't make a fool of yourself." Xena stared at Coco with total contempt, but she kindly advised her as if she was well-intentioned. Coco looked down, staring at the long-sleeve shirt she was wearing. Coco had stayed in Lucas' villa last night, so she had randomly picked something from his closet.

Valeria’s hands gripped her hips, guiding the rhythm, nails raking red lines. They rocked together frantically, mouths fused, chasing the second peak. When it hit, it hit them both: Elena grinding down as Valeria arched up, their cries muffled against each other’s lips. Afterward, they lay tangled on the spilled champagne chaise, breathing hard, skin cooling. Far below, the act was ending; applause thundered like distant rain. Valeria traced a lazy circle around Elena’s navel. “Madame Voss will smell us on the velvet for months.”

For a fleeting second, she imagined she was just another woman meeting a lover on a sunny morning, the city stretching wide with possibilities. But reality snapped back as her eyes caught movement. A man brushed past their table, tall, broad-shouldered, his face shadowed by a cap. He didn’t look at Dante. He didn’t even look at her directly. But as he passed, something slipped from his hand onto the table. A violet. Her breath caught. The delicate bloom rested on the white linen like a splash of blood. Its petals trembled faintly, as though mocking her. Emilia’s hand twitched toward it, then froze. She didn’t have to touch it to understand—this wasn’t a gift. It was a message.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.