Brock Magnus Nude Novels & Stories

My palm twists gently over the head of my cock, My hips rocking forward, embracing the adrenaline flooding my body I closed my eyes tight, and there she is—Jules. Radiant, confident, her naked skin glowing under imagined light, Her breasts are perfect, nipples drawn tight. I picture her stepping into the shower with me and the steam from the shower curling around us, our bodies unclad and free.

I wasn’t alone. I slowly turned toward the darker side of the balcony to see a figure standing there, leaning against the stone railing with his back toward me. Even in the darkness, I knew exactly who it was. Magnus. He looked even more intimidating away from the crowd. Without his royal cloak and the attention of the entire room on him, he seemed less like a king and more like something dangerous that had been waiting quietly in the shadows. His massive frame blocked part of the view behind him. His shoulders were broad, his dark leather tunic fitted against his powerful body, and the tattoos covering his arms seemed almost alive under the moonlight.

Her feet were adorned with black Grecian sandals that added a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Turning my gaze to Brock, I took in his commanding presence. He wore crisp black slacks that accentuated his tall, muscular frame. The white dress shirt he sported was perfectly tailored, with the first button undone, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest. The sleeve of his shirt was rolled up right below his elbow, giving a casual yet stylish vibe. His black leather shoes gleamed, as if meticulously polished to perfection, reflecting light like a mirror. The attention to detail in his appearance gave off an air of authority and confidence. Despite my disappointment at missing the opportu

Al’ik chuckled, “You will need a strong thought to anchor yourself for when we begin, lay down up there, it’s almost time.” Standing up, Nessa laid herself down on the bed. “I cannot heal a wound through a shirt, please remove it.” Sitting up in shock Nessa snapped, “I am not getting naked just for this!” Shaking her head and chuckling again Al’ik said calmly, “Ease up, I said shirt, naked is not needed.” Looking around Nessa said gingerly, “What if someone comes and sees me?”

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

I nodded and rested my head against him, both of us silent and enjoying the moment before there was a knock on my door and Cadmus, Magnus and Blaze stepped into the room. All of them were bare-chested and only wearing pants, Blaze in a low-slung pair of jeans, top button undone and no underwear in sight, the image already giving me butterflies. Magnus wore a pair of royal purple lounge pants that sat low on his hips and Cadmus was in dark green pants, the material perfectly cut and tailored and showed off his strong thighs and backside. Goddess the sight of them did things to me and it was impossible to disguise the sudden and intense feeling of need that coursed through me, the scent of it

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

I chuckled lightly and shook my head, “No, continue.” Magnus smiled at that as our lips intertwined. Instantly, he grabbed my clothes and put my hands on it. He pulled on my clothes, slowly undressing me as he trailed small kisses on my ear, neck, down to the collarbone, and paused until I was on my underwear. He started at the sight, admiring the view. “Wow.” I didn’t know what to feel but I felt hot all of a sudden, feeling all the wet trails of kisses He left. He then removed his shirt too, showcasing his bare chest, and water droplets trailed from his sharp jaw to his chest and down to his chiseled abs.

I climbed off his back with great difficulty, hissing in pain by how stiff and sore I was. I hobbled to his bed and sat down on the end of it, taking off my duffle bag and setting it on the floor beside me. I gasped and blushed a deep red as I saw Magnus shift back to human, the briefs he was wearing before no longer on him and I turned my face away, blushing as I caught myself staring at him. His deep masculine chuckle made me blush deeper.