City of Elves – Duskborn
In Duskborn's most exclusive entertainment district stood the infamous Lightning Peak, a towering monument of indulgence where only the elite dare to spend. Above ground, it offers lavish hotels, private bars, and designer shops. But beneath the surface, carved deep into stone and silence, is a place whispered about in every corner of the empire.
Hades.
A subterranean pleasure den shrouded in eternal night. It doesn't matter if the sun blazes overhead, for within Hades, time is irrelevant. Shadows rule here, and the smoke of euphoria leaf drifts endlessly in the air, curling through velvet halls and around every corner like a living thing. Laughter, moans, and the pulse of rhythmic music echo endlessly through its walls.
Dozens of pleasure rooms line the halls, but none more coveted, or more feared, than the largest: the private chamber of Tuf, the Black Panther shifter. Or, as only his siblings dared to call him, Tofu.
Tuf looked every bit the embodiment of desire. In appearance, he was a man of twenty-six, tall, powerfully built, and impossibly graceful. He bore his father's deadly charm and that dark allure that made even the most aloof women willingly fall to their knees.
And Tuf liked women. Especially elves and faes.
At that moment, Tuf's strong hands were gripping the hips of an elven beauty, his fangs buried deep into her neck as she arched beneath him with a cry of helpless pleasure.
"Ahhh, Master, more!" she gasped, shivering with every thrust, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets beneath her.
Tuf didn't answer. He never did when he was like this. His movements only grew faster, more intense. His essence, an intoxicating substance secreted through his bite, spread through her bloodstream like fire and honey, making her moan louder, body trembling from ecstasy she couldn't control.
Around them, the room was littered with blissful casualties. Seven elves and faes lay strewn across luxurious furniture, on the couch, the chaise lounge, the thick fur rugs. Each one bore the faintest bruising bite on her neck and the unmistakable glow of post-pleasure haze.
They hadn't needed to inhale the smoke from the euphoria leaf clouding the room, Tuf's bite was ten times more potent.
In one corner, four more waited. Two elves, two faes. Already undressed, already breathless. Their flushed skin glowed in the low amber light as they touched themselves, watching, trembling with anticipation for their turn.
"Ahhh!"
All four women shrieked in surprise, when the grand doors of the private chamber slammed open with a force that echoed through the pleasure hall. The elf in Tuf's arms gasped from both her climax and the sudden intrusion
Nugget stepped in, her presence like a crack of lightning. Sharp. Commanding. Dangerous. Her obsidian gaze swept the room with cold distaste. Behind her, Melory, calm and composed, followed in quiet stride, unaffected by the debauchery before them.
"Who are you?" one elf dared to ask, only to receive a silent, raised brow from Nugget.
Nugget simply raised a brow, letting her gaze roam the room, over tangled limbs, silken cushions, and the sheer mess sprawled across the luxurious carpet. Her nose wrinkled further.
The four waiting women immediately crawled closer to Tuf, who now sat leisurely on the master bed, completely unbothered by his own nakedness. The elf he'd just been with lay draped over the carpet, still in a daze, a pleased smile on her face.
"Master, who is she?" one of the elves asked, clutching his leg like a claim.
"Is she one of your women?" added a fae, voice rising with doubt.
"I thought you didn't like shifters," said another, pouting.
Tuf laughed lazily, stretching his hand to her head. "Don't be silly, sugar. I don't discriminate. But elves and faes have always been my favorite." He grinned and kissed the fae beside him, who giggled and leaned in eagerly.
Another fae climbed onto the bed, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "So… who is she?"
"That," Tuf said with a smirk, "is my sister."
The girls blinked, glancing between him and the tall, unimpressed woman.
"But you're a feline," one elf whispered, confused. "And she's a…"
"A bitch," Tuf finished, chuckling.
"She's… mad at us," one fae said nervously, shrinking slightly.
"Oh no," Tuf smirked. "She likes women too. Sometimes, we share. Right, Melory?"
Melory rolled her eyes, not even dignifying him with a response.
Tuf turned his charm on her anyway. "Why don't you join us, beautiful? There's still space."
Nugget glanced sideways at Melory, who was now visibly blushing.
"You know he's just going to treat you like the rest of this trash," she said flatly.
"Excuse me?" snapped one of the elves.
"Your excuse," Nugget replied without blinking.
"Master, she called us trash," another fae whimpered, seeking comfort.
Tuf chuckled, biting softly into the wrist of the fae. "You're my trash. That's what matters, doesn't it?"
The fae, already high on his essence, nodded eagerly. "Yes, Master."
"Me too, Master. I'm your trash," echoed an elf.
"And me!" another fae chimed in, desperate to be next.
Tuf obliged, sinking his fangs into eager skin while the room spun with desire. Then, without warning, one elf mounted him, claiming him without hesitation.
"Hey! That's my turn!" shouted another in protest.
"Not my fault you're slow," the elf on top teased, hips already moving.
From his position beneath the women, Tuf looked past them and spotted Nugget, who had sat briefly in a chair but was now walking toward the ruined door.
"You're leaving already?" he called out, still multitasking expertly. "You're not staying to watch?"
"I didn't come here to watch," Nugget replied curtly.
"Then why destroy my door?"
"Find Neko and bring him with you. Father is returning to Malvakar."
Tuf froze, only for a moment. "When?"
"Today." Nugget smiled before disappearing through the doorway with Melory behind her.
"You bitch!" Tuf shouted after her.
"I know," Nugget called back, laughing down the hallway.
With a groan, Tuf reluctantly stopped what he was doing. He gently lifted the elf who had been riding him and set her aside.
"Master!" the elf whined, pouting as he reached for his scattered clothes.
Another fae, still breathless and flushed, leaned forward, her voice sulky. "Where are you going? We haven't had our turn yet…"
"Sorry, sugars." Tuf began dressing, slipping into his pants. "I'll make it up to you next time. But right now, I have to go. Father's coming back."
One of the faes, completely naked, sauntered toward him, sultry and unashamed. She guided his hand to her chest and slowly took one of his fingers into her mouth, sucking it suggestively.
"Is your father more important than us, Master?" she purred.
The other three followed, surrounding him, teasing his skin with theirs, as though hoping to tempt him back into bed.
Tuf groaned as he palmed one of the elf's breasts for a fleeting moment. "You tell me, are you more important than the Demon Lord?"
They froze.
"Your father… is the Demon Lord?" one of them asked, wide-eyed.
"Yes," Tuf replied casually, zipping up his pants, even as one of them tried to tug them back down. "Why do you all look so surprised? Haven't I said it before? The Demon Lord is my father."
"You mean that was actually true?" a fae asked, blinking.
"You thought I was lying?" Tuf raised a brow, feigning a hurt expression. "Wow. That wounds me."
"I believed you, Master," said the elf who'd been the first to speak, smiling up at him.
"Really?" Tuf cupped her face and kissed her on the lips, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black obsidian card etched with a blue Starlight insignia. "Since you're the only one who believed me, you get to use this."
He placed the card in her hand. The insignia, recognized across Velrathis, belonged only to the Demon Lord and his children.
"You can use it upstairs. Buy anything. No limits. But only for today."
The girls stared at the card in awe.
"But Master... how about us?" the other three whined in unison, jealousy clear in their voices.
"How about you?" Tuf said, amused. "You thought I was making it up."
One fae dropped to her knees and helped him buckle the straps of his boots. Another followed, adjusting his coat collar. The third grabbed his leather jacket from a chair and handed it to him like a devoted attendant.
Tuf chuckled. "Okay, okay. You win. All of you, plus the eight others passed out on the floor, can use the card. Just for today. No fighting. Be fair. And please… don't all buy the same outfit. You'll look ridiculous."
He kissed each of them on the cheek before heading for the door. "Wake the others in a bit, will you?"
He took the lift to the top floor of Lightning Peak, where his private office overlooked all of Duskborn. Waiting at the entrance to the Aetherpad was his executive secretary, and Melory's older sister, Naelira, her arms folded, a knowing smirk already on her lips.
"Your Private Aetherwing is ready," she announced cheerfully, clearly enjoying herself. She knew how much Tuf hated being disturbed during his time in Hades.
"Stop smirking," Tuf muttered, narrowing his eyes. "And where the hell is Neko? Why do I need to take the Aetherwing if we can just use the teleportation gate?"
"Because," Naelira said simply as she stepped inside the sleek airship, "there is no teleportation gate where he is."
Two elven pilots nodded to them as they entered, the Aetherwing already humming to life.
"That useless furball!" Tuf hissed, running a hand through his wild black hair as the realization sank in. "Alpha's going to kill him if he finds out that damned cat is in the boundary of the Blinding Mist again."
"You're right," Naelira replied, lips curling into a smirk. "But before Master Alpha kills him, he's going to kill you first. After all, you were supposed to be keeping an eye on him. Instead, you've been having your fun in your den."
The Aetherwing began to rise into the sky, its destination set for the eastern border of the Blinding Mist, beyond the Sea of the Gilded Abyss.
"Do you know why Father is returning to Malvakar?" Tuf asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes. The Holy Beast Seiryu has awakened," Naelira answered, casually crossing her legs.
Tuf blinked. His lips parted, but the weight of that statement knocked every other thought from his head.
"When?" It was the only question he could form.
"There were rumors it happened three weeks ago," she said, her voice calm, as if discussing the weather. "But yesterday it was confirmed. The magic towers across Solmara all recorded his roar."
"Seiryu went into slumber in Azur Deep," Tuf muttered, more to himself than her.
"Yes."
"That's next to Duskborn Blue."
"Yes."
"The territory I'm supposed to be watching."
"Yes."
Silence.
Tuf finally exploded. "Then why didn't you tell me?!"
Naelira didn't flinch. "I told you three months ago. I felt a surge of power from the direction of Aquilonis. You brushed it off. Then you locked yourself in your den and declared that only your siblings were allowed to disturb you."
Tuf groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Forget Neko. Alpha's going to kill me for this."
"Don't worry, Master," Naelira said with a wicked grin. "In the case of Seiryu's awakening, I think there's only a fifty percent chance Master Alpha kills you."
Tuf shot her a side glance. "You think so?"
"Oh, absolutely," she said with mock sweetness. "Because Mistress Luna is definitely going to kill you first... once she finds out you neglected your duty because your cǒck was too busy with elves and faes."
She chuckled, clearly enjoying herself.
"You're enjoying this far too much," Tuf growled, his eyes darkening, obsidian flashing dangerously.
Naelira suddenly realized her mistake. She swallowed hard.
"O-of course not…"
Tuf leaned back slowly, gaze dragging over her body in her fitted skirt and tailored suit. "You know… I didn't get to finish my meal earlier. All thanks to Nugget. And since, according to you, Luna's going to murder me, I might as well enjoy what could be my last."
"Wait, Master, !"
Before she could finish, Tuf had lifted her effortlessly and pulled her onto his lap, making her straddle him. With one sharp motion, he tore through the hem of her short skirt like it was paper.
"This outfit's new," he noted with a sly grin, tugging her jacket aside to reveal a scandalously cut bra that barely covered anything. "Haven't seen this one before. Did Nugget give this to you? Don't tell me… you slept with my sister without telling me?"
Naelira gasped. "What?! No! I would never, ahh!"
Tuf bared his fangs and bit into the soft swell of her breast, not deep enough to harm, but enough to flood her veins with his potent essence. Her body trembled in response, overwhelmed by the rush of heat and pleasure that followed.
"Master, ahhh, ! The pilots!" she gasped, trying to form a coherent thought.
"Relax," Tuf said with a devilish smile, licking the spot where he'd bitten her. "They can't hear anything."
As the Aetherwing soared above the drifting clouds, slicing through the skies toward the Blinding Mist, its interior filled with the sound of soft gasps and muffled cries. Inside, the once-proud Elven princess turned executive secretary melted beneath her master's touch, her moans lost in the silence of the sealed cabin.
Not even death from Alpha or Luna could stop Tuf from savoring every last second of his meal.