Arcane Abbey Nude Novels & Stories

Anna remained bent over the coffee table, her full tits pressed flat against the wood, ass up and legs spread obscenely. Thick cum from Marcus already oozed from her bright pink pussy, the puffy lips swollen and glistening under the lights. Her inner folds — that vivid, candy-pink center — fluttered visibly, pushing out more creamy white seed that dripped down her thighs in slow, filthy rivulets.

Steam danced over the surface of the water, softening the light and cloaking everything in something like magic. Alaric dropped his robe first, stepping out in plain black boxers that clung to his hips. Aaron followed next, then Kael—slow, bashful, trying not to overthink the curve of his body beneath the soft cotton. The moment the robe fell from Kael’s shoulders, Aaron’s breath caught. The light skimmed across Kael’s small frame, his bare skin still decorated with fading bruises, but the swell of his baby bump gave him a glow Aaron couldn’t deny. He stared, lips slightly parted, unable to tear his eyes away.

she said. That was all she did, she did not attempt to conceal her nakedness, if anything, she parted her legs to give Alpha Draven a clear view of the goodness hidden behind her bush. “Goddess of the Moon!” Zara yelled as she finally regained herself and jumped out of her seat, “Are you out of your mind, cover up!” Draven swallowed, his eyes fixed on the two huge apples sitting on the strange woman’s chest, her flat tummy, wide hips, and the V taper that was covered in pubic hair.

Abby stood there barefoot, hair loose, still wearing her tunic from earlier, sleeves rolled up past the elbow like she’d been scribbling spells or sketching again. “Can’t sleep?” she asked. “Not exactly.” I didn’t step in yet. “You?” Abby shrugged. “Same. Rift energy gets in my bones. Makes my hands spark.” That made me smile, just a little. “I get that.” She held the flap open. “You can come in if you want. Unless you’re worried Alaric will kill you.” I smirked, stepping through. “He might try.” The inside of her tent smelled faintly like lavender and lightning—something sharp, something soft. There was a stack of notes and diagrams on a folding table, bits of monster cores and mana stones

However, he was not sorry for what he was about to do, even though he could tell it cost thousands of dollars, Zayne held the top of the dress right between her bust and allowed his index finger to switch to claws, and Zanye sliced down that dress as if cutting butter. Aubrianne gasped, and her chest rose and fell in a rush of anticipation as her elegant, second wear of the night fell to the floor, and she stood before her adoringly handsome hot mate in her lacy blue thong. Aubrianne was never in her life this happy to have worn proper sexy underwear. Her lips curled seductively. Zayne stepped back, tilting his head again as he drank in his sexy mate, appreciating her while his eyes flickere

Archie's expression soon shifted from anger to carnal lust. Rain was now standing in front of him, bare and defenseless. Ribbon of her own Blood dripped out from her face to her neck, from her neck to her breasts, and from her breast to all the way through her vagina and her feet. Rather than a naked woman, she looked more like a bare dead body. Her expression seemed like a life-less doll with dead eyes.

There was nothing like live p**n. Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show. The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D’s, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde—Lanae, or was it Renee?—grabbed the brunette’s head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette—Leah, or was it Gia?—smacked her ass.

'Take everything off,' Ronan said, sinking into a nearby armchair, his stare hungry, the bulge in his pants straining visibly against the fabric as it hardened. Swallowing hard, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall, her breasts spilling free, heavy and sensitive from the cold. Then the panties, sliding them down her thighs, stepping out to stand stark naked before him. Vulnerability crashed over her, but so did a twisted thrill, her nipples pebbling under his scrutiny, a faint ache building between her legs. 'Turn,' he ordered.

But he couldn’t tell Marcus the real reason without sounding insane. He begrudgingly let himself be dragged toward the showers, towel slung low on his hips. The moment he stepped into the steamy room, the usual naked bodies he was used to seeing filled the space. Water cascaded over broad shoulders and powerful thighs. Laughter and banter echoed off the tiles. But right beside the two remaining empty stalls stood Raphael Thorne — completely butt naked and looking unfairly sinful. Water streamed down his muscular back, tracing the defined lines of his shoulders, down the deep groove of his spine, over the firm curve of his ass. Good God!

he ordered the other ladies. Marcel reasoned that maybe his demons would awaken if they saw the ladies complete nakedness just like the other times he used to sleep with different ladies just to satisfy his demons’ hunger. They usually always come alive when they see the ladies complete nakedness and when he starts touching them but this was before he met Ella and before his demons became weirdly obsessed with having her. However Marcel was sure this should do the trick. All the ladies got naked and Marcel took his time to observe their bodies. They all have sexy looking bodies and were even more beautiful now that they were naked than before when they had clothes on.