City of Night Dwellers – Mor'Kael
Evadne Lux Fashion House, the most coveted and powerful fashion empire in all of Velrathis.
It was the birthplace of new luxury. Dresses, shoes, lingerie, accessories, jewels, if it bore the Evadne seal, it was already priceless. To own one was a status symbol. To wear one? Divine. But to become its face and body? That was the dream of every demi-human across the empire.
Now, with the grand annual fashion show approaching, the Evadne Lux headquarters was in a frenzy. Dozens of aspiring models lined the crystal halls, each hoping to be chosen to wear this year's unreleased pieces, designs only the uppermost elite had ever laid eyes on.
And high above the hopefuls, in one of the twenty glass penthouses of the EL Building, the so-called Mind of Evadne Lux was… preoccupied.
Inside that penthouse, Nugget, the enigma behind Evadne's mind-blowing innovations, was not reviewing design boards or arranging collections. She was pinning someone to the wall.
The someone in question is Lilaxa Hollowkiss, the youngest daughter of Mor'Kael's city mayor.
Nugget looked no older than twenty. Nearly six feet tall, she had a lean, athletic body built for power and speed. Dressed in a fitted tank top and shorts, the muscle definition on her arms, stomach, and thighs was evident, but her true strength was something far more primal.
Currently, her hand was wrapped around Lilaxa's throat, holding her easily off the floor, pinning her like a fragile ornament.
"Did you just try to compel me, City Princess?" Nugget's voice was calm but edged with danger, her breath warm against Lilaxa's ear.
The Night Dweller girl squirmed in her grasp, clad now in nothing but a thin strip of lace.
"No," she rasped, fighting the crushing grip around her throat. "I… I would never…"
"I can smell your lies oozing off your skin," Nugget whispered, her lips barely an inch from her ear. "City Princess."
The title dripped with mockery.
The Hollowkiss bloodline had once ruled Mor'Kael as royalty, before the Great Human War. One by one, demi-human kingdoms except for Azur, had knelt to the Demon Lord's rule, surrendering their crowns to preserve their kind. Now, kings had become mayors. Queens had become councilors. And Lilaxa, once a princess by blood, was reduced to a ceremonial shadow, still adored, still respected, but powerless.
Nugget leaned closer, breath brushing Lilaxa's cheek.
"How about we play a little game, City Princess?" Nugget's grin was wolfish, eyes gleaming like obsidian under moonlight. "If you manage to heal every bite I leave on your body before I'm done with you… I'll grant you one wish."
Lilaxa stilled, blinking up at her through widened crimson eyes.
"Any… any wish?" Despite the fear, there was hunger in her voice.
"Anything." Nugget's lips curled higher. "Even if that wish is for me to serve you until your last breath."
Her tongue traced the edge of Lilaxa's pointed ear, sending a shiver down the Night Dweller's spine.
Lilaxa swallowed thickly and nodded.
Nugget loosened her grip and let her drop. Lilaxa coughed, inhaling deep. She looked up to meet Nugget's eyes, those dark, merciless eyes that seemed to command and consume all at once.
Then in a blur of motion, Nugget shoved her hard, sending her tumbling onto the nearby sofa bed. Lilaxa barely had time to breathe before Nugget pounced, tearing the last piece of cloth from her trembling form in one swift movement.
Predatory eyes devoured the view before her. Nugget adored moments like this, when those born into superiority trembled beneath her. She licked her lips.
"Ready, City Princess?" she asked mockingly.
Lilaxa, cheeks flushed and breath shallow, nodded once.
Nugget climbed over her slowly, deliberately. She bared her fangs, sharp, long, and glinting in the low light.
Lilaxa gasped.
Then Nugget sank them into her neck.
There was no pain.
Instead of venom, her bite secreted a strange, intoxicating essence, an aphrodisiac unique to the Demon Lord's bloodline. The effect was immediate. The cold blood that had always run in Lilaxa's veins ignited with warmth, flowing like molten fire through her limbs.
For Night Dwellers, warmth was an unnatural bliss. A drug. A high.
Lilaxa's back arched. Her hands gripped the sheets. She moaned, eyes dazed, as Nugget's essence bloomed in her body like wildfire, claiming every corner of her sanity.
Nugget licked the wound clean, her breath hot against flushed skin.
"Start healing now, City Princess," she whispered with a smirk, her voice low and husky. "Or you'll lose."
Lilaxa barely had time to respond before Nugget trailed her tongue from her neck down to her chest. Her lips closed around one nipple while her hand kneaded the other, drawing a gasp from the Night Dweller beneath her. Without warning, Nugget sank her fangs into the swell of Lilaxa's breast, injecting her euphoric essence once again.
Lilaxa arched her back once more, overwhelmed by the rush spreading through her veins, warm, dizzying, addictive. Every time Nugget's fangs bit into her, every time her tongue dragged over sensitive skin, Lilaxa's body trembled with helpless pleasure.
Again and again, Nugget kissed, licked, and marked her, descending slowly. Lilaxa felt the shift, Nugget's tongue changing texture, turning rougher, more primal. She gasped when it touched her core, her thighs shaking as it lapped at her folds with unrelenting pressure.
"Ahhh…!" Lilaxa gasped, as the first wave of release threatened to crash over her.
She was losing focus. Fast.
The bites left behind pulsed with heat, each one a wound she was supposed to heal, but she couldn't concentrate. She didn't want to. Every nerve in her body begged for more of this impossible sensation, this dangerous bliss that only Nugget could give.
"N-Nugget…" she moaned, her voice raw. "More…"
But Nugget didn't respond. She was too busy savoring her prey.
And just when Lilaxa's world was spinning, her body on the verge of collapse from release, Nugget delivered one final bite between her thighs. It sent her over the edge. Her climax struck hard and fast, and her body trembled uncontrollably, helpless beneath the predator who claimed her.
She barely noticed the soft knock on the door.
"Mistress N," came a calm voice. Melory, Nugget's elven assistant, stepped inside the room, unfazed by the scene before her. She had seen this countless times. Noble demi-humans, men and women, beautiful and powerful, reduced to trembling wrecks in her mistress's arms.
She didn't even flinch as she read the short, clipped message in her hand.
"There's a message from Master Milo," she announced.
Nugget didn't even glance her way. Her focus remained on the flushed woman beneath her, lips still teasing against trembling skin.
"Today. Malvakar. Father," Melory read aloud.
At that, Nugget paused, lifting her head from between Lilaxa's thighs. The sharpness in her gaze returned immediately.
"What?" she asked.
Lilaxa groaned in protest, her body still craving the attention that was suddenly gone.
"That's what it says," Melory repeated. "And, Tofu. Neko."
Nugget stood, reaching for a towel to wipe her mouth.
"Do you know where those idiotic brothers of mine are?" Nugget asked.
"Master Tofu is in Hades. I haven't heard from Master Neko or his assistant in six months," Melory replied evenly as she handed Nugget her robe.
"Should I have your car prepared?"
"No. I'll use the teleportation gate to Duskborn," Nugget said, heading to the bathroom without another glance.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Lilaxa called out, not bothering to cover her bare form. Her eyes burned with need. "We're not finished!"
Nugget paused in the doorway, casting her a glance over her shoulder.
"I have somewhere more important to be, City Princess."
"More important than me?" Lilaxa challenged, breathless.
"Yes," Nugget said bluntly, disappearing into the bathroom.
Lilaxa growled, throwing a pillow in frustration, missing the door by inches.
Left behind in the dim glow of the penthouse, Lilaxa's face flushed, not just from heat but from humiliation. Her expression twisted, and her crimson eyes flared as she turned toward Melory.
"This is your fault, you conniving elf!" she snapped. "You interrupted us on purpose because you're jealous!"
But Melory simply raised a brow.
With an amused smirk, she stepped closer, leaning down so their faces were inches apart.
"Let me give you a little advice, Lilaxa. Princess to princess." Her smirk widened. "The mistress likes girls like you, pretty, eager, shameless. But what she doesn't like… is clingy ones."
Lilaxa blinked.
"If you want her attention," Melory continued, straightening and brushing invisible dust off her uniform, "you might want to take notes from your older sister."
Melory turned away, her tone unbothered. She, too, had once been royalty, a princess of the Elven Kingdom. She hadn't become Nugget's assistant by accident or order. She chose it. Curiosity had driven her. The brilliance, the madness, the chaos of the Demon Lord's children fascinated her. And in over four hundred years of service…
She'd never once regretted her decision.