All Chapters of Naked Scripts: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 4KATIEThe house is dead quiet.Mom and Dave are asleep down the hall.It’s past midnight, fairy lights still glowing soft pink in my room, but the camera is off.No ring light. No stream.Just me and Zach.I’m on my knees between his legs, his cock hot and heavy on my tongue.I’m taking him slow, the way I’ve learned he likes: long licks from balls to tip, then swallowing him deep until my nose presses into his stomach.He groans low, fingers tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding.“Fuck, Katie… you’re too good at this now.”I pull off with a wet pop, look up at him.“Practice makes perfect,” I whisper, then sink back down.He’s fully hard, throbbing against my throat.I can taste the pre-cum leaking steady.After a minute he tugs me up by the hair, gentle but firm.“Ride me. I need to be inside you.”I don’t argue.I straddle him, line him up, and sink down slow.We both moan when he bottoms out.No condom. Never anymore.Just bare skin on skin, my slick walls huggin

CHAPTER 2IVYHe laughs, low and filthy. “Good girl.”He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His wings flare once, then fold forward, cocooning us in warm darkness lit only by the glow of his eyes.“On your back,” he orders.I scramble to obey, legs already shaking.He settles between my thighs, one clawed hand spreading me open. “Look at this pretty little cunt. Made to take demons.”I whimper as the upper cock nudges my entrance, the lower one sliding through my folds, teasing my clit.“Lucian—”“Beg,” he growls.“Please,” I sob instantly. “Please fuck me, both of them, I need—”He thrusts.Both at once.The stretch is insane, burning, perfect, too much and exactly enough. I scream, back bowing off the bed, nails clawing at his shoulders.“Fuck—too big—Lucian—!”“You can take it,” he snarls, pushing deeper. “You were made for this, Ivy. Made for me.”I’m sobbing, tears streaming, but my hips are already rocking, trying to take more.He bottoms out, both cocks

TENTACLE SANCTUARYCHAPTER 1MELISSAI’m doing my nightly rounds, rain lashing the windows of Blackthorn Lighthouse, when the beam sweeps over the rocks and catches something… wrong. Something huge and glowing and alive.I grab my slicker and run.He’s sprawled across the jagged rocks like a nightmare made of starlight. Hundreds of tentacles thick, thin, glowing electric blue and violet twitching weakly. Bioluminescent eyes (dozens of them) blinking up at the sky like he’s asking it why.His voice slides into my head, soft and ancient and so, so tired.Help… me…I don’t think. I just act.I’m Melissa Ward, thirty-two, keeper of this lonely lighthouse for six years, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.I drag him somehow, God knows how up the spiral stairs, one tentacle wrapped weakly around my waist like he’s trying to help. He’s massive, easily twice my size, but slick with seawater.By the time I get him into the lamp room, I’m soaked, shaking, and half in love alre

CHAPTER 3MELISSAThe storm of the century hits just after midnight.The lighthouse groans like it’s alive, wind screaming, waves exploding against the rocks below. The lantern room is a chaos of lightning flashes and hurricane roar, and I’m pressed face-first to the massive curved glass, palms flat, legs spread, completely naked and glowing like a bioluminescent goddess.Because Nerites is breeding me again.His tentacles are everywhere, thick ones pinning my wrists above my head, thinner ones coiled around my thighs, keeping me spread open against the cold glass. One massive tentacle is buried in my ass, another even thicker is pounding my cunt, and his ridged cock is sliding between them, taking turns, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every pulse.Lightning forks across the sky and lights up my swollen belly that's round and glowing bright with his eggs, making me look like something out of the filthiest hentai.“Look at you,” he growls in my mind and my ears, voice th

CHAPTER 2MIAI wake up to the sound of my own moan.Soft, warm, wet heat between my thighs, a slow, deliberate tongue swirling over my clit like it has all the time in the world. My eyes are still closed, but I know exactly who it is before I even look.Jonah.“Morning, gorgeous,” he murmurs against me, voice rough with sleep and mischief. His hands are under my ass, lifting me to his mouth like I’m breakfast. “Couldn’t wait.”I try to say something—anything—but all that comes out is a broken whimper as he sucks my clit between his lips and flicks it with the tip of his tongue. My back arches off the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets.That’s when I realize we’re not alone.I blink my eyes open and there’s Cal, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, one hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking himself slow and lazy while he watches Jonah devour me.“Fuck,” I breathe.Cal smirks. “Told you she’d wake up pretty.”Jonah hums in agreement, the vibrat