Alicia Raven Nude Novels & Stories

The door opened, and the familiar honey scent of my destined mate hit my nostrils. Ariella released her grip on me, and we both turned to look at Raven. She was wearing a marching v-necked long-sleeved blouse, a wide belt, and an ankle-length plaited skirt that accentuated the curves of her hips. She was much cleaner than before, her thick black hair hanging down her back in luscious waves. "Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded, and I stiffened. "Raven---" "I, Raven Annette Declan, reject--"

I apologize while looking down feeling so much pain radiating through my chest feeling so rejected by Liliana. “That’s ok you have no reason to be sorry. I can hang out; my house is just over there. I’m Ryder by the way, what’s your name?” He questions while pointing to Nikki’s house and I nod a little. “I’m Raven Holmes,” I answer while watching him move next to me and look over at me with a gentle nod. “One of Alpha Gideon’s daughters, what are you doing out here I thought you guys just arrived?” Ryder questions while sitting with his legs crossed and his arms resting on his legs.

The uncertainty left me restless, tapping my phone screen without really looking at what was in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Raven walking toward me. She wore a sheer red lace bra and matching panties. They were so transparent that nothing was hidden. Her nipples and the outline of her body were on full display. Raven is a confident and intentional woman who is always dressed with the intention of being seen and envied. She sat down on the empty chair beside me, leaning back like she owned the space.

Raven couldn't breathe. She was completely nude now, enjoying every click of the camera and moving her body as she pleases. She cupped her breasts, her mound, her hips, and flicked her nipples just in time for his every click. She spread and covered her legs, closed her eyes and ruffled her hair as she liked. Raven didn't let one frame go uncaptured until he's had enough. "Can I touch you now, please?" Therese finally gave in. Besides, her own arousal was getting unbearable already. "Come here."

Lila moaned loudly into her mouth. “I need more,” Raven said desperately. “I can’t get enough of you.” Lila pulled at Raven’s shorts. “Take these off. I want to feel all of you.” They quickly removed the last pieces of clothing. Naked skin pressed against naked skin. Raven’s breasts rubbed against Lila’s. Their hard nipples brushed together with every movement. Raven ground her wet pussy down against Lila’s thigh, leaving a slippery trail. “You are so wet,” Lila moaned. “I can feel how much you want me.”

“Our private collection. Proof that you’re mine. When the blackmailer or my rival tries anything, I’ll have hours of footage showing exactly who owns this pregnant body.” Raven stood naked in the center of the room, hands cradling her enormous belly, cheeks flushed. The idea of being filmed like this turned into their own personal breeding p**n sent a confusing mix of shame and arousal through her. Her sore nipples were already leaking again, thin white trails running down the curves of her heavy tits. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice still damaged from the throat-fucking. “Film me… show how much I belong to you.”

She stated, interrupting me. “No, I guess not. But like I explained, I’d happily spend my days never having to interact with her if she left me alone”. “Good point!”. Leo chimed in as he eye-rolled his mother. “What are you doing with your life now, Raven, since you left school?” Alpha Caleb asked. “I go to the college where I study art. I’m a good student and Professor Colin believes I have real potential. I hope to become an art professor myself or even a substitute whilst working at our museum”.

Giovanni nodded to what Alessia had said, and she stared at me. "She's with me," Giovanni let out. Alessia bobbed her head. Then she turned around, walking away from us. When she left, I said, "So this is your world?" "My world?" Giovanni retorted. He snorted. "Are you nervous?" It was my turn to snort, "Why should I be?" I was, in fact, more nervous than before, but there was no way I was saying that to him. "Do you think people won't find out who I am? Despite my expensive dress, they might know I am Raven, the girl who strips. Isn't that embarrassing?"

Something raw. That’s when *she* entered his line of sight. **Raven Vale**. At 26, she was a living legend in the adult film industry—the ultimate fantasy made flesh. Long, silky midnight-black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing a face that could stop hearts: high cheekbones, striking violet eyes that seemed to glow with wicked intelligence, and full, plush lips painted a deep crimson. Her body was pure sin—large, perfectly rounded breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, heart-shaped ass that had launched a thousand viral clips and broken comment sections worldwide. She wore a backless silver dress that clung to ev