Velvette Hazbin Hotel Sexuality Novels & Stories

“Fuck!!! Zeus!!! Hazel moaned out as she threw her head backward and held onto the bed sheet tightly. She felt she was going to explode anytime soon. Zeus sucked and licked her pussy and stuck his tongue deep into her honeypot when he felt she was about there. He replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Zeus!!!! FUCK ME PLEASE!!!!! Hazel cried out, she wanted his dick and he was busy torturing her!! Zeus dipped his two middle fingers inside her and thrust in and out in a fast motion, the room was filled with moans and the sound of the pussy clasping. It was arousing Zeus the most and he felt like he was going to cum the moment he dipped his dick into her.

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.“ “

"Axel…" His eyes lifted to mine as he continued, more intense, more precise. My body began to tremble with pleasure, waves crashing over me in relentless succession. He intensified his movements as if he knew exactly where I was. Moments later, the pleasure detonated—sudden, violent, uncontrollable. When I finally surrendered to it, he rose slowly. My legs fell back against the mattress. He licked his lips, never breaking eye contact. Then, after a few seconds of silence: "Stop seeing Claudio."

"You have much bigger problems to worry about anyway. Look at your husband." ​Bettoni turned her head. Zachery stood near the grand pillars talking to his bachelor deputy, Varel, but Zachery was not looking at Varel at all. His burning eyes were locked entirely on Bettoni. He stared at the tight red silk clinging to her hips, and licked his lips slowly, giving her a dark suggestive look that made her stomach immediately drop. ​"I honestly pity you," Sela laughed behind her hand. "You have to deal with a sex demon tonight."

“If you wander into the wrong place, you don’t just risk yourself. You risk everything tied to you.” “Then tell me what I’m tied to!” He didn’t answer. But that night, guards appeared at the ends of her corridor. Not close enough to touch. Close enough to watch. Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Nyx Calder sat in a room full of smoke and glass. Nyx smiled like someone who enjoyed secrets more than power. “The Drays have activated the Velvet Oath,” Nyx said. A woman beside him frowned. “You’re sure?” “Very. They’ve hidden their key in the old hill house.”

“And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room.

A way to survive. Just another stage, another night, another lie he wore like cologne. The club, Velvet Eden, situated in a hidden alley of Paris’s underworld, was a den for the desperate and the dangerous, a get-away from their lives in the 'real world'. Zane knew better than to trust the men who came to watch him, thick with sweat and lust, tossing crumpled euros like confessions into the air. They didn't care about the boy behind the performance, they never did. Not even the kind ones. They all cared about the fantasy—the body, the smile, the illusion he fed them generously.

"He bought out the whole goddamn VIP room. Said he'd double what you make in a week." "I didn't consent," Sera growled, arms clamped around her chest. "You actually think that's going to count? You think anyone ever says no to Valerio Moretti?" Sera's back bristled at the mention of his name. *The devil in designer black. The man who whispered ugliness without so much as a touch.* He had darkness for eyes and lips like sins soaked in promises. And he *wanted her*. Not the Ice Queen. Not the fantasy.

When he clicked it on low, Kai moaned and gripped the leather. “Fuck—Sir—” “You’ll wear it all evening. If you behave, I might let you come on my cock in one of the private rooms. If you embarrass me…” Damien clicked it higher for three brutal seconds, making Kai’s knees buckle, then turned it off. “I’ll edge you in front of my men and leave you dripping and denied.” The club was called Velvet, a high-end underground empire of neon, dark leather booths, and pulsing music. Damien’s territory. Powerful men and beautiful people moved through the space like predators and prey.