Malbex

The City of Life loomed before me, a mansion aglow with forbidden promise, its windows pulsing with crimson light. My heart pounding as I crossed the threshold. The air inside was heavy, thick with musk and moans, the scent of jasmine and sweat curling into my lungs like a lover’s whisper.

A courtesan, all curves and knowing eyes, guided me through halls draped in velvet, where shadows writhed in candlelit alcoves. Bodies pressed together in open rooms, slick skin glistening, gasps and low cries weaving a symphony of lust. My pulse raced, my trousers tightening, as I marveled at the raw, unashamed decadence. Every desire, no matter how filthy, seemed to breathe in this place.

Then I saw him.

Malbex, the master of this den of sin. He stood at the far end of a grand chamber, towering and primal, his midnight fur that shimmered like oil. His amber eyes locked onto mine, piercing, stripping me bare until my darkest cravings felt exposed, throbbing in the open. His horns curled wickedly, and his tail flicked with a slow, teasing rhythm that made my mouth dry. Muscular and bare save for a silken loincloth that did little to hide his bulging, potent form, he radiated a heat that licked at my skin from across the room.

He moved toward me, hooves clicking, each step a pulse of dominance and seduction. His scent hit me: smoke, leather, and something primal that made my knees weak. “Welcome,” he purred, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my core, stirring an ache I couldn’t name. His clawed hand grazed my shoulder, a touch like fire and velvet, and I shuddered, half-hard already, imagining those hands elsewhere, guiding me to ruin.

“You seek something,” Malbex murmured, his gaze peeling back my soul. “Something you’ve never dared speak.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, and I felt the weight of his power, the promise of pleasure so intense it might break me. “Let us find it.” He gestured to a curtained alcove, where silken sheets and eager hands awaited, but his eyes held me, daring me to beg for him instead.

I followed, trembling, the brothel pulsing around me, alive with wet, rhythmic sounds and the slick heat of bodies lost in ecstasy. Malbex’s presence lingered, a dark god of lust watching my every step. I didn’t know if I’d leave this place whole, but as my desires roared to life, I didn’t care. The City of Life had me, and Malbex’s shadow was already claiming my soul.