Christine Shack Nude Novels & Stories

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

It is his way of claiming me, and I love him endlessly for it. "I have something to share with you," Christine says softly, cutting through my post-coital haze and drawing my attention back to the water. We are alone, the younger pack females having gone inside the manor to change, while our mates are roasting raw boar meat over the open pit fire in the warrior quarters. I turn my head toward her. She looks utterly luminous, her sun-kissed skin glowing under the late afternoon light, and I wonder if Rham didn't give her the exact same thorough treatment in the eastern tower. She looks radiant, healthy, and—

But as I scrolled through my news feed, another headline caught my eye, one that had nothing to do with our celebration. “Alpha Aaron Moonstone Spotted with Mystery Woman, Luna Shantel Nowhere in Sight” My heart rate picked up with anticipation as I clicked on the article, and sure enough, there were photos of Aaron stumbling in of what looked like a hotel with a woman who definitely wasn’t Shantel. The images were grainy took in the dark but clear enough to identify the woman as Christine, his secretary, both of them looking disheveled in a way that left little doubt about what they’d been doing.

He still couldn’t believe she had no makeup on but still looked beautiful. He had never felt this good in years. To him, this was the best sex he had ever had in his life. He rose his upper body up, leaning towards her and buried his face in her gorgeous tits. They were round, firm and very soft. “I meant what do you have planned for the weekend?” Christine asked again, pushing her long brown hair over her shoulders while arching her back a little bit. She could feel the sweat running down her body, they having been having sex all day switching different styles and positions.

After a few moments, Amos felt a movement next to him, and the room began to brighten. The lamp on the nightstand was on. Amos was still wide-eyed in shock. He immediately looked at the figure in front of him who was staring with annoyance. "Miss!" Amos immediately recalled the last thing that happened to him. He was tortured! And now Sera was sitting naked next to him. It seemed that she was disturbed by Amos' voice. Amos noticed that he was still naked.

Christine's dresses were in shreds, laying on the ground like rags, and empty bottles of poisonous liquids lay randomly on the floor and on the bed. My eyes followed a blood trail toward a dark corner of the room, and I found Christine standing in the corner with shock and fear in her eyes. She looked malnourished, as she hadn't eaten anything in days, and her hands and neck were covered in scars. She held a pocket knife in her right hand and breathed heavily as she stared at me. “Christine,” I said, taking a step forward. As soon as I did that, she raised her knife and yelled.

I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close. She advances with a slow step, each stride a promise of pain, her smile a fang planted in the air, and around us the prisoners part, not too far, never too far, for their tense bodies, their greedy eyes want to witness the scene, want to know if Cassandra bleeds, or if Cassandra reigns. Her finger rises, touches my chest, presses just enough to awaken the pain of my cracked rib which begins t