Ashton Thorn Nude Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

Thorne grabbed a crystal bowl from the counter, filled it with something that smelled like frost and lightning, then knelt in front of me. “Shirt off,” he ordered. “Buy me dinner first.” He didn’t laugh. “The scales are spreading. If we don’t cool them down, you’ll combust. Literally.” I hesitated, then peeled the shredded tank over my head. The scales had crawled across my collarbones, down between my breasts, glowing molten gold against my skin. Thorne’s breath caught (audible, ragged). For a second the hunger won. Fangs fully extended, eyes bleeding to black.

He promised. A knock at the door made me jump. Dinner delivery. I signed for it, set the bags on the small table, and tried to breathe. Thorne came out a few minutes later wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping from his dark hair onto his chest and shoulders. He looked unfairly good—muscles gleaming, that V-line disappearing under the towel like an invitation. Normally I would’ve climbed him like a tree. Tonight I turned away, pulled on one of the new nightdresses we’d bought, and crawled into bed.

He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease. Just held me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he placed the file in my hands. The name at the top sent a cold rush down my spine. THORNVEIL. My breath caught. He flipped the page, revealing scanned documents—birth records, royal announcements, photos, reports. Luna whispered in my mind, “This is about you.” My eyes moved slowly over the lines, absorbing the impossible truth. Queen Liora went into labor in a neighboring town…

He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red-haired gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer to him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?" she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused.

she asked, brushing hair from my face. I nodded, dazed and drunk on her. “Yes.” “Good.” Her voice dropped. “Because I need you too.” Jade pulled off her shirt in one swift motion, revealing breasts that made my mouth go dry. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She undid her shorts next and let them fall, standing in nothing but black lace panties, wet with her own arousal. “Lie back,” she whispered. I did. When she was completely naked, she crawled over me slowly, one knee on each side of my head. My breath hitched.

Thorne’s jeans came undone all on their own, the zipper pulling down and button popping open, his cock springing free thick and veined, the head shiny with pre-cum beading at the tip, bobbing in the air as he groaned deep in his throat. The force repositioned Lina first, flipping her around so she was straddling his face in reverse, her ass hovering right over his mouth, her yoga pants somehow shoved down to her knees exposing her bare pussy and ass. “Lick me, Thorne, please, I need your tongue inside me,” she begged, her voice breaking with desperation even as her body lowered down, pressing her wet folds against his lips, and he thrust his tongue deep into her, lapping at her juices with w

"What does it look like? I'm going for a swim" "But it's cold." "Trust me, please" I looked at him for a minute or so. When I saw he was sincere I just took my loss. "Could you turn around?" Ashton just laughed but did so. I took off my converse, light blue jeans, and navy sweatshirt, and just stayed in my matching black lace undergarments. "Okay you can turn around now" Ashtons eyes went slowly from my head to my feet, taking my whole body in as if it would be the last time, he saw me. When his eyes came back up, he looked at me with lust in his eyes. "No nothing like that, we were going swimming, right?" He nodded, now looking like a lost puppy. Not wasting another second, I pushed him in

She tilted her head back, blinking up at him in the faint morning light. He was already awake, watching her quietly. “Morning,” she whispered, her voice embarrassingly shaky. His mouth curved into a faint, tired smile. “Morning, piccola.” She should have pulled away. Should have remembered how complicated this was. But when his thumb brushed lightly across the back of her hand, she stayed still — heart hammering — and let the moment stretch between them. A thousand words unsaid. A thousand dangers unsolved. She didn’t care. Not right now.

I nod "Thank you your majesty, I will keep you updated" We are escorted to the oracles home. Once there, the guards leave us. I go to knock the yellow cottages door. However, Thorne just walks in. For the son of a Queen, he has no manners. It may look like a quaint cottage on the outside but inside, it's large. Through the sheer fabric hanging from the ceiling like a wall. We see the outlines of several naked bodies. Thorne peels the curtain back. A full blown orgy is taking place before us and I feel very overdressed. "Whoah" Arlo says mouth hanging open, unbuttoning his shirt. We don't need to look to know, Dante is slapping the back of his head.