Cersei Lannister Naked Novels & Stories

Within seconds, his clothes were in a heap on the floor. I stumbled, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. Panicked, I covered my eyes tightly with both hands. My face felt like I'd just been doused with boiling water. "Why are you taking it off right here?!" Slowly, I parted my index and middle fingers, intending to peek just a little. Gulp. Ronan was standing towering over me. Completely naked. The lines of his defined muscles and the short scar running down his stomach were clearly visible, unobstructed by a single thread.

That would certainly be a sight to enjoy. I was daydreaming about my revenge on Lucian when the door suddenly opened, startling me from my thoughts of violence. Well, it seems the power of manifestation truly works, for there, he stands before me. He was wrapped in a black button-down polo with undone buttons, black trousers, and stylish brown shoes. His sleeves folded up to his elbows, showing his tattooed arms. He appears rather dashing. Wait, did he get a new tattoo? It looks rather appealing. Wait, what again, Cercei?! Are you admiring this arrogant Alpha now?

The table is adorned with fine china and silverware, a feast fit for royalty laid out before us. Seated at the head of the table are Luna Cersei and Alpha Primo. My gaze lingers on Alpha Primo, my heart sinking at the sight. He looks different from how I remembered him from Bonded. Gone is the imposing figure with a strong build, replaced instead by a man confined to a wheelchair, with an IV pole by his side and IV drips piercing his arm. On the other hand, Luna Cersei looks exactly as she's described in the novel: fair skin, dark eyes, dark hair that’s tied up like a crown and adorned by jeweled barrette. She greets us with a warm smile, motioning for us to take our seats.

Cersei admitted, "though not as much as you'd think. Each one's worth a good ransom, but after the madness of battle, soldiers often seem to want flesh more than coin. Even so, a golden shield is better than none. Out in the streets, the women won't be treated near as tenderly. Nor will our servants. Pretty things like that serving wench of Lady Tanda's could be in for a lively night, but don't imagine the old and the infirm and the ugly will be spared. Enough drink will make blind washerwomen and reeking pig girls seem as comely as you, sweetling. "Me?" "Try not to sound so like a mouse, Sansa. You're a woman now, remember? And betrothed to my firstborn." The queen sipped at her wine. "Were

Hey dear readers! After reading do leave your reviews to encourage me. Also try my other books; Bad boy Stole My Innocence- ongoing Queen of Assassins - completed Thank you! Your Author KK ~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a big room, Celestine laid silently on a Queen size bed all wrapped up in red sheets and duvet. Her big eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings and slightly her eyelids moved upwards. Celestine blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room which was more like a room filled with blood suffocating other people.

Like it was nothing, the three of them got completely naked right there in the backyard. "Scarlett!" Ariana said, covering her eyes, like seeing her naked sister might burn her retinas right out. I'd forgotten that Ariana hadn't witnessed Scarlett's earlier adventures. Ariana was still picturing her innocent little sister, rather than the sultry sexpot that Scarlett had revealed herself to be.

Lalisa could only whisper her name. Before she could say anything more, Seren’s tall, slender form appeared behind Kieran. She wore only a tight-fitting white tank top and grey sweatpants, revealing a perfect set of abs and a well-defined chest. A sly smile played on her beautifully sculpted lips. Her dark brown eyes swept over Lalisa from head to toe, undisguised.

I had no idea they could smell it. "What is another thing you are used to that others are not?" Now, I was curious. "Nudity... we have to get naked to shift... so we are not ashamed of stripping out of our clothes in public... or shifting back, and being naked in front of people." She said as if she was announcing rain for the upcoming weather forecast, and I grunted. I didn´t like that; she was mine, and I would kill whoever saw her without clothes. The driver parked outside the chalet and opened the door for us. Asteria stepped out of the SUV first. She looked fine in her high-waisted pants and off-the-shoulder blouse, while I looked like an ´80s neon party gone wrong. The joke told itself

His eyes, those obsidian things, sweep over me like he’s checking for cracks. “I told you to be naked,” he says, voice low, laced with annoyance and threat. I lower my gaze, then slip the silk robe from my shoulders. It pools at my ankles. Naked. Polished. Silent. His jaw clenches. “Better.” He walks past me like I’m furniture. He always does that—pretends I’m just decoration until he’s ready to touch me. I stand there, cold air brushing my skin, nipples hardening as I hear the sound of him pouring a drink. He likes his whiskey neat. Always has one before he breaks me.

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.