The Velvet Den

Chapter 1

Velvet Den thrummed with its usual dark, magnetic energy, a place where desires flowed freely and inhibitions dissolved like smoke. The air was thick with the mingling scents of spiced wine, burning incense, and the tantalizing promise of forbidden pleasures. Here, creatures from every corner of the magical realms came together, leaving behind their rules and reveling in the hedonistic sanctuary the Den offered. A small crowd, with more creatures to come.

I stood behind the bar, wiping down the sleek black surface. The warm light from the sconces cast a soft glow over my bare skin, highlighting the curve of my hips and the slight sheen of sweat that made me glimmer like a treasure on display. My long blonde hair tumbled over my shoulders in soft waves, its golden hue catching the light like strands of spun silk. My blue eyes sparkled under the low lighting, framed by thick lashes that fluttered whenever I caught someone staring a moment too long.

Tonight, I wore nothing but an intricate web of gold body chains that Grimnir had crafted for me. The dwarf had gifted them to me with a cheeky grin and a gruff, “A treasure for a treasure.” The chains draped over my shoulders, framing my breasts before cascading down my torso to encircle my waist and hips. The cool metal brushed against my skin with every movement, teasing my already sensitive nipples into stiff peaks. The sensation made my pulse quicken, a low heat building in my core.

The bar’s heavy oak door creaked open, and I glanced up, my heart skipping at the sight of her.

Leila.

She moved like liquid grace, her slender frame exuding confidence and allure. Her silver hair shimmered like starlight, falling in loose waves down her back, contrasting beautifully with her sun-kissed skin. An elf, Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as they locked onto mine, her full lips curling into a knowing smile. Her outfit—or lack thereof—only added to her allure. She wore silver pasties that glimmered like enchanted moonlight, barely covering her high, pert breasts, and a sheer skirt that hung low on her hips, offering tantalizing glimpses of her long, toned legs.

“Leila!” I called, abandoning my rag as I rushed around the bar to meet her.

She opened her arms, her expression softening into something warm and familiar. I threw myself into her embrace, and her hands slid around my waist, pulling me flush against her. Her bare skin was warm against mine, her curves aligning perfectly with my own.

“Hey, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing against mine before capturing them in a deep, sensual kiss.

Her mouth was soft and warm, tasting faintly of honeyed mead. I melted into her as her hands tightened on my waist, her fingers digging into my flesh in a way that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. The kiss deepened, her tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine, slow and deliberate. A low moan escaped me as she pressed her hips against mine, the friction igniting a fire in my belly. My pussy throbbed, aching with the closeness of her, with the promise of more.

When she finally pulled back, her lips hovered just above mine, her breath mingling with mine in the heated space between us. “You look incredible tonight,” she whispered, her eyes trailing down my body.

Her gaze lingered on the gold chains, and she reached out, her fingers tracing the delicate links draped over my breasts. The cool metal shifted under her touch, brushing against my nipples and sending another wave of pleasure through me.

“They’re from Grimnir,” I said, my voice soft and breathless.

“Oooh, that dwarf,” she teased, a sly grin curling her lips. Her fingers lingered on the chains, following their path to my waist before dropping away. “Dwarves give the best gifts. He gave me a silver hair clip the other week—rubies and everything. That was after we fucked.”

We both giggled, the sound intimate and conspiratorial against the smoky backdrop of the bar.

Leila leaned against the bar, her skirt riding higher as she shifted, revealing even more of her smooth, shapely thighs. Her confidence was intoxicating, her beauty undeniable. She reached for a drink that had been left unattended, her long fingers trailing along the rim of the glass as her emerald eyes flicked back to me.

“Who do you think will come by tonight?” she asked, her voice casual but laced with anticipation.

I shrugged, leaning beside her. The chains shifted with the movement, brushing against the sensitive skin of my stomach and keeping the heat simmering low in my belly. “Who knows? Maybe the vampire coven. Or that fae lord who keeps trying to get us to dance for him.”

Leila rolled her eyes but smiled. “Ugh, him. He tips well, though.”

“What about Grimnir?” she asked, her tone teasing. “Think he’ll show?”

“Probably,” I said, smirking. “He likes to keep an eye on his treasures.”

Her laughter was soft and melodic, filling the space between us. The Velvet Den hummed with the electric promise of the night ahead.