Velvette Hazbin Hotel Sexuality Novels & Stories

“No more fear.” He inserted the drive into Penelope’s secure system. The screen blinked. A single file loaded: Velvet. R17. VivienneW. Play. The screen crackled to life. The angle was sharp, surveillance-grade. A room of mirrors and crimson leather. Vivienne, seated, hands in her lap, breathing hard. Her eyes darted toward the door. A female voice offscreen: “You were told to stop digging.” Vivienne: “I wasn’t digging. I was ”

"But only to her." Every head in the room turned to face me, Nene's expression the most taken back. Hezekiah, for the first time since I arrived in the basement with the Coterie, stared directly at me. I was promptly brought back to the night prior, with him on top of me; him and I having sex. Me stabbing him deep; betraying him. There's a sinical nature in his eyes; a smirk accompanies the look he gives me. "Absolutely not," Babette said from the back, coming forward with her hands clutching her long white skirt to protect it from dirt.

Vega immediately frowned, because she was also confused about the reason Alberto asked that question. "Why? You ask me, "Why?”, "Why?" Vega asked. "Yes, I asked you, ‘Why?’." Alberto confirmed Vega's words. "I just want to stimulate your lust so that later, when we are in bed at the hotel, you will be very hot and we will have sex that will satisfy you so much that you don't need another woman! You only need me, Honey! If you want to have sex, you can take me whenever and wherever you want.” Vega was still stimulating Alberto. Sometimes, she sucked Alberto's chest, licked Alberto's chest, licked Alberto's neck, licked Alberto's lips, etc.

"You're already melting." As usual, Helena's friends all noted the sudden lack of vitality on her face. She had been fine recently, but today, it was embarrassment that had left her despondent. The previous night, Xavier had snuck into her room and molested her until she climaxed. The man she hated more than anything else on the planet had invoked indescribable pleasure in her.

She just wanted to reach the guest suite, lock the heavy oak door, and collapse. "Hazel." His voice cracked like a whip through the quiet apartment. Hazel froze. She stopped in the middle of the carpet, her back turned to him. She closed her eyes, her chest tightening so painfully she could barely draw in a breath. "Master bedroom," Xavier commanded. The dark, feral heat was back in his voice, stripping away the corporate CEO. "Now." A fresh wave of nausea hit her stomach. She didn't want to. She didn't want to let him touch her right now. Her heart was shattered. The idea of taking her clothes off and submitting to his dominant demands while the image of Victoria kissing his jaw burned in h

Walking down the stairs, Hazel creased her brows as she heard some strange sounds. She held the tip of her dress tightly and traced where the sound was coming from. As she got closer, confusion was written all over her pretty face and her heart was racing fast. She hoped in her heart that it would not be what she thought it was. “Fuck me harder!! Zeus groaned with pleasure as his eyes were on the sexy lady on top of him. He held her butt and helped her bounce on him harder.

This door is black. "You can open it; it's not locked. I'm not the jerk from the movies." Hazel smiles disapprovingly, shaking her head from side to side. Then she grabs the doorknob, and the BDSM world opens up to her. She's like a child exploring an amusement park, her eyes shining with the excitement of her discoveries. She walks through restraints like ropes and handcuffs. And through masochism, like clamps, plugs, and whips. Then, her gaze lingers on the immense bed with black velvet bedclothes in the middle of the room. Hazel crosses her arms as if warming herself.

“Look at you!“ Her eyes flicked down. “You're dripping, Zevara. Look at your cum littering the floor.“ I glanced down at myself and yeah.. it was true. My cum is sliding down my thighs—down to my toes. How is this possible? Am still wearing my panties, isn't it? She breathed in. “Now… I want to lick your cum. I want to claim that virgin cunt with my tongue.“ Fear ignited inside me. Lick my cum? Is she also bisexual like her daughter? And again… how did everyone still excepted that I would still be a virgin? Did I look that innocent? “Selena, I want to have a share of her too,” Caius said. “I want to fuck her tight mouth.“ “Me too, Selena,” Sebastian chipped in. “That virgin pussy is mine.“ “

I said with a deadpan voice. “What,Nina who told you that” said Eros looking embarrassed “We did not have sex” said Hazel sounding serious “It was only a kiss” said Eros staring at Hazel’s lips “I will never fuck this male version of Barbie fall” replied Hazel with an exaggerated wave of her arms towards Eros’s body “Well, that’s not what you were moaning when you were drunk!” Said Eros , his eyebrows growing into thin frown lines “It was just a game ,get a grip of yourself “ said Hazel , crossing her arms

Me standing over her, shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, hand still glistening with her release, cock straining painfully against my trousers. He slammed the door shut behind him. Eyes never left her. “We are supposed to be at work, Vincenzo,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “What happened to control your monster cock? Huh? You can’t even control your fingers…” I chuckled—low, dark, unrepentant. Then I leaned down, pressed my lips to Valeria’s ear. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whispered, loud enough for Valentino to hear. “We’ll be back… to fuck you so much you forget how to walk.”