Cersei Lannister Naked Novels & Stories

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.

He stopped right in front of me and held out his hand. “Stand up.” I stood. His fingers went to the zipper at the back of my dress. He pulled it down slowly. The fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet. I stood there in nothing but black lace panties and heels while three powerful men looked at my naked body. Lucian made a low sound of approval. “Fuck, look at her,” he murmured. “Those hips. That ass. Those tits. She was made for this.” Ronan stepped closer. He reached out and cupped one of my heavy breasts, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightened. His other hand slid down to grip my ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

"Naked is natural. There is nothing wrong with the skin. It's our bodies, and I do not believe we should have to hide them. Shame is not real; it is a mere product of our imaginations. We do not have to feel shame, so I do not." As he pulls the cooked squirrel off of the fire, I think about what he's said. It's true; we come into this world naked, and natural. We don't need clothes or jewels to cover up what we have. "Could you help me take this off?" I ask him. He's hunched over the squirrel, separating the meat into chunks with his blade. "Take off what?" Cesar asks, not even bothering to look over at me. I take a deep breath. Am I ready to go through with this? "My top." Yes, I am. He tur

My favorite combination. Her hips swayed as she sauntered closer, a tail lazily shiting behind her. I wouldn’t call what she was wearing an actual dress. It was more of a see-through slip made of black lace. “You look lonely over here all by yourself,” she murmured, tracing a clawed finger down my chest. “What do you say? Want to have one last bit of fun before we go painting the mortal realm red?” Cersei’s voice held that familiar hunger, the one that was equal parts lust and violence. Her invitations always ended in pleasure or blood. Sometimes both. That was the great thing about succubae. They knew how to have fun.

Hera quickly responded, although she agreed with Sean’s point. "What if it's my body scent?" Sean asked, giving her a devilish smile. Hera chose not to reply. Honestly, this man was always good at deflecting or responding to topics in unpredictable ways. "I want to take a warm bath," Sean announced while beginning to unbutton his shirt, not caring if Hera saw him undressed. Hera immediately looked away. She didn’t want to witness the “beautiful” view—well, too beautiful, actually. "You’ve already seen all of me, no need to look away like that," Sean teased, standing there in just his boxers.

Seconds later, Ronan’s human form lay in the grass naked, flushed, and panting hard. Lyanna and Aleron froze. Aria blinked twice. “…That was fast.” Sebastian smiled looking at Ronan. “Very. Very fast.” Caius, who had been watching from behind, sighed as he walked forward and tossed a folded piece of fabric at Ronan’s head. “Here. Before you traumatize your sister.” Ronan scrambled instantly, snatching the clothes with a mortified squeak before disappearing behind a tree, tripping once on the way. Aleron’s wolf snorted in amusement.

I was ready to release but I was prevented from doing so by an unwelcome interruption. “MUM! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” came a loud shrill voice. Catherine was stood there with her mouth agog looking stern. She was however still completely naked. It's hard to take anyone seriously when they're naked and whilst Catherine was seething with anger and rage the fact I could see her young pert tits, tiny pink nipples and tidy bush softened the blow completely. Catherine’s mother released my cock from her tits and stood up. Completely unphased by Catherine's presence “Catherine let me show you how it’s done.

she muttered He raised his intense blue eyes and looked her making her squirm where she stood “You are already dressed” he noted again “Yes” she said He closed the book and stood, Serena saw too late that he had gotten rid of his clothes and was standing before her gloriously naked. “What are you doing?” She screamed and shielded her eyes “We are married, you seeing me naked means nothing” “Please go into the bathroom” she said her eyes still closed He walked up to where she stood oblivious of him and looked at her, she was beautiful and she was flushed and very embarrassed.

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.

They are all dressed in black combat clothes, except Raelin, who is shirtless and dressed just in green combat pants and boots. Dear Selene…. I helplessly gulp instantly at the sight of my mate’s half-naked body, nearly swallowing my tongue. My pulse races as I take in his sculpted, abdominal muscles that are bathed in shiny sweat. I am completely unable to resist the urge that is successfully tempting me to stare more and more as I almost lick my lips. He is so effortlessly handsome and so fucking sexy, plus that dark, wet, messy hair strands falling over his tired-looking teal eyes, my fingers already itching to touch and dig into those damp strands.