Caged Fury Nude Novels & Stories

Leonardo, the ruthless mafia don, towers over Suzy in his dimly lit penthouse dungeon, his dark eyes gleaming with sadistic intent. She's stripped bare, trembling as he binds her wrists to the iron posts above her head, stretching her arms taut. He kicks her thighs apart, securing thick leather cuffs around her ankles to spread her legs obscenely wide, exposing her shaved pussy lips already glistening with unwanted arousal. Her body forms a helpless X, every inch on display, unable to close her thighs or shield herself.

The steel cage door slammed shut with a final, echoing clang that vibrated through my bones. The roar of the underground crowd was deafening— hundreds of dangerous, powerful men screaming for violence and pussy. The air was thick with sweat, blood, smoke, and raw lust. I stood in the center of the ring, breathing hard, wearing nothing but a torn black sports bra that barely covered my nipples and tiny shorts that were already soaked through. My body was a battlefield of marks from the previous fights: bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, handprints on my ass, and thick trails of dried cum still visible on my skin from the last hour-long arena-wide claiming.

,she whimpers sadly as her hand holding the gun shakes. "I can be what she is Jonathan, she is pleading, I can be all that and more. Just add me and I swear if after a month you still feel the same I will leave and never come back",Fury is pissed as he growls at me. We add her we lose Kat and I don't want to lose her Jonathan he says growling.

I know every creak of the penthouse makes their cunts clench around nothing. When I finally return, I’m naked. Cock already half-hard just from thinking about what comes next. I unlock the cage door with deliberate slowness. The metallic click echoes. “Crawl out.” They do. On hands and knees, heads bowed, plugs glinting between reddened cheeks as they move. Cum-flaked faces, tear tracks, mascara smeared into black streaks. Beautiful. Utterly ruined. I point to the foot of the bed. “Up. On your backs. Legs spread like the greedy whores you are.”

On the bank of the beautiful, colorful river, bathed in moonlight, kneels a naked Nufira, actively working her mouth on Kays’ cock with enthusiastic smacking noises. For a second, I even think it might be some hallucination in my head, and I forcefully close my eyes. But when I open them, the scene remains the same.

Ricki Delano was twenty-four when a jury called him a murderer. What actually happened that night, in his blacked-out wolf shift, was something he didn't even understand himself. Now he's inmate 0-7-7-4-1 at Valhalla Federal Containment Facility... Supernatural Division, and the intake screen just returned a result nobody expected: LATENT, CLASS UNCONFIRMED. In a prison sorted strictly by species, being unclassified makes you a target, a curiosity, and a problem someone upstairs wants quietly solved. Ricki has weeks to figure out what he is before the system decides for him. Along the way he's pulled into vampire crime boss Leon Church's information economy one compromise at a time, bu

"That's as high as I can reach, Kota. You're going to need to spread your giraffe legs." "Seriously?" Kota giggled, and moved her feet a couple inches apart, then quickly unbuttoned her shirt and discarded it. She wore nothing under it, so she was naked now, and Cage took his shirt off too. "More." "More?" "A lot more." Kota spread her legs until she felt Cage's cock touch her pussy. Her feet were more than shoulder width apart. "Please, Cage. I'm ready." He knew she was ready. He could feel her moisture already, slowly moving along the top of his cock toward his crotch.

A vicious snarl bounced off the walls and Cage moved faster than Ezra could see, spinning him quickly until his front pressed into the sofa. "Alpha!" Ezra cried loudly as Alpha Cage ripped off his pants in one go, tossing the material carelessly. And without any warning, his palm came down hard on the back of Ezra's ass. "Aghhhh" Ezra cried into her sofa, the pain spreading over the globes of his ass. His cock pressed deeper into the sofa and slick dripped down his legs. Cage ran his fingers over the red mark his fingers had left. His fingers trailed lower it dipped into his slick.

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They both looked so hot, she could feel the drool in the corner of her mouth. How were they so hot so early in the morning?! If she hadn't taken her bath, she would probably look like a ghost with her bed nest of hair. She walked to them, watching as their muscles flexed as they cleaned their body. Their hair was wet as it clung to their neck, they looked so sexy and yummy. Her eyes trailed to Cameron's naked chest. He didn't have matching tattoos with Callan, his tattoo was different. It was a drawing of a wolf's head, baring his teeth with a ferocious expression. Its eyes were golden, just like Cameron's.