Allison Royalty Nude Novels & Stories

Karila already had nothing to lose, Allyson already had a lot. Allyson Brooke understood what Ursel had told her days ago... The princess of Egypt was really in love with the American from Connecticut, and she cared far beyond what she could predict.His madly irrational behavior betrayed that, he was in a deranged rage and saw his cruel capacity. — Room 407A.- Allyson spoke low, containing her pride, her gaze diverted to the floor when Karila didn't even look at her to show some thanks, her steps were quick towards the elevator and with her Hadd and Mohammed entered quickly wielding the long weapons beside the royal princess of the Egypt who conspired an authoritarian and irritable posture,

Their rough hands touched bare skin as she vainly tried to cover up and push them away. Roy's voice played in her ear. "It's been awhile since we had an employer as sexy as you, Tara..." A hand grabbed her bare ass as another grasped one of her laced breasts, "or as ready to get fucked. We're pretty pent up, you know..." With a click, her bra went slack and fell to the ground. Roy cupped her bare tits from behind before she could cover them herself.

“I need to… I have to find Noah…” I started to walk away, so maybe I could find him and we could leave before this went horribly wrong. All the lights in the room went off, plunging everyone into darkness and the music cut off abruptly. Confused murmurs had just started to ripple through the beach house, when suddenly a bright white spotlight snapped on at the top of the grand staircase. And there she was. Allison, Queen of Westbrook. She stood at the top of the stairs in a white bodycon dress so tight it looked painted on, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves down her waist.

Although he seemed strangely unaware of it. Sidastir stormed out of the room and could not wait to see his consort arrive at the altar. Soon he would no longer be alone. ***** Akana heard how the music began to play. A foreign melody that sounded antique from Akana's perspective. Two trolls began to open the gate, and he started to walk down the hallway. He was wearing a silver-white suit with a silver belt around his waist. He had the royal consorts' ceremonial robes on him. An odd piece with long wide arms and long enough, so the bottom of the piece was dragging on the floor. The fabric was white like snow but had an odd luster about itself that made it glitter.

I smiled at them. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me,” I told them. I didn’t feel sleepy despite not having enough sleep and having tired eyes, but I felt like I was preparing myself for later. I’m sure that Mom will be announcing it, but I still can’t believe it’s true. It’s been scientifically confirmed. Noah is King Ricardo and Queen Josephine’s missing son, Noah is Prince Brylle Wilhem.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband, looking up at her for permission even as my own control frayed. Allison’s eyes were dark with lust, lips swollen from our kisses. She nodded once, almost imperceptibly. That was all I needed. I stripped the last barrier away, exposing her completely. She was glistening, ready for me. I spread her thighs wider, settling between them, and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her core.

Within a split second, Allison’s hands found the belt holding her robe-like blue dress together, and she loosened it, revealing her nakedness to me. She breathed lowly, picking up her blunt seduction skills that needed to be sharpened as far as I was concerned, “Do you like what you see, My King?” This time, I rolled my eyes and facepalmed before looking at Allison’s face and keeping my eyes there so I could spell out her stupidity to her, “No. In fact, I am disgusted to see the same body that the lowest of my warriors have touched and savored. Nothing you do will change how I see you, Allison. So do yourself a favor and wear your damn clothes.”

"Yes. I was... am... afraid to meet my parents again. It's been years since I saw them, but I am still scared. When I think of those days, all I hear are the screams, and all I see are the marks on my arms and that dark room I sat in for weeks." He sat up from the chair and joined her on the floor, resting his arm over her shoulder. Ayesha weakly smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder. She wrung her fingers together and stared intently at her wrist. She still saw the scars when she looked but thankfully held herself back from crying. "I am happy we found each other. You have been like a little sister to me, and I am proud you see me as family, too." "Always." "I just can't believe I hav

Instantly, with her legs wrapped around my waist, we move straight into my room. Skillfully, I undress her, leaving only her panties on. She was perfection. The soft glow of the light drapes over her body, shining down, exposing her beautiful skin solely for my eyes. "What exactly do you want, Allison?" My voice is slow but steady. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk for days. Make me yours." My eyes widen in surprise at her outburst, but I'm quick to conceal it. A wide smile forms on my face—I loved this naughty side of her.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a file, handing it to me with a casual flick of his wrist. I hesitated, the anger momentarily forgotten as I took the file. My fingers trembled as I opened it, the images inside causing my breath to catch in my throat. There they were—Williams and Allison, naked, having sex. The photos were taken from a window, skillfully angled to avoid showing their private parts, but the implication was unmistakable.