Damiano David Nude Novels & Stories

He looked at Damian and gave him another bright smile, speaking in a pleading voice, "Uh, Damian, that woman, May, really is something, huh? "I can't believe that she poisoned so many people. She's such an evil-hearted person. So, uh, can you see if you're able to cure me of this poison?" Damian walked up to David with a smile and said with a nod, "Sure. Take off your shirt." "Yes, of course!" David exclaimed in delight, hurriedly taking off his shirt and looking at Damian eagerly. Damian retrieved his acupuncture needles. His gaze sharpened as he focused immensely on them.

Nina sat on the couch receiving IV fluids, careful not to wake her mother. Meanwhile, Nico showed Nina the toy Damiano had given him the night before. “Nico, is Uncle Damiano nice?” Nina asked curiously. Nico nodded eagerly. “He’s very nice. He’s handsome and not scary at all. And he brought gifts for you. Dad never plays with me like that. He’s always busy.” At that moment, someone entered the ward. Damiano—dressed in black, his shirt and trousers spotless—walked in with steady steps. His hair was neatly trimmed, and his eyes looked like they could see straight through people.

The door to his room was slightly open, a thin line of light cutting across the hallway. I hesitated. Then, quietly, I pushed it open. And froze. Damian was there, shirtless, headphones around his neck, a laptop in one hand as he moved toward the bed. The setting sunlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting his skin in shades of bronze and shadow. For a moment, all I could do was stare.

"I've seen you naked, Baby Girl. Why are you making that face?" The heat that had begun to dissipate from Miya's face struck again and this time it was much worse than before. So embarrassed that Miya turned her face the other way. She did not want to look at Damian any longer. Even though her beady eyes commanded her to look nowhere but at Damian's perfectly sculpted, half-naked body. Miya guessed that he was a regular gym-goer to keep his body in such a perfect shape. After all, a man who was much older than her had his own charm, right?

She was so innocent. A few minutes later, Evelyn felt hot under the blanket. She couldn’t take it anymore so she uncovered herself but her breath hitched when Damian walked out of the bathroom, half-naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was occupied with toweling his blond hair dry. Evelyn gulped, her throat suddenly went dry. Her eyes raked Damian’s body. His exposed chest was broad and well-defined with a six-pack. He had a tribal tattoo on the left of his chest and a dragon tattoo on his right arm.

It’s so fucking big. I find myself nibbling my lower lip, ogling at it, instead of looking away. There is something about standing so close to him, with him naked and hard that sends an odd sensation to my rosebud and I clench my thighs. “Kitten,” Damian says in the most low and sweet tone. “I can’t control myself if you stay here one more minute, someone drugged me and I-”

Damian carefully places me on the bed, helping me to take my clothes off. Damian pulls the covers down and helps me into bed. He quickly pulls his shirt off, revealing his well-toned abs. Damian smiles at me as he lowers his pants, and climbs into bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I feel my mind dance with memories of his perfect body, gliding against my own.

"Plus, if anything goes wrong, I can evanesce us out." After letting out a large sigh, Damian finally started to take off his clothes. I watched in awe when he took off his shirt. It's amazing how good a few years of maturity looked on him. My eyes traveled from his biceps to his broad shoulders, his muscular torso, to ..... yeah, being nervous and not horny sure didn't make things look great below the belt line .... I smiled as I watched him slowly walk into the pond as if some monster was going to come out from the depths and swallow him hole.

He only fucked harder, smiling cruelly. … Damian was in his home office when a piercing scream reached him. Guilt flooded his chest. He ran to Lena’s room, banging on the door. “Lena! Damian!” Creaks and whimpers came from inside. He kicked the door open, the lock splintering. He froze. Damian was naked, his cock buried in Lena’s stretched pussy, thrusting brutally. Her face was red, tears streaming, nipple clamps glinting, collar tight. Her breasts bounced with each slam, the anal plug’s base visible.

Livia jolted, snapping out of her thoughts. Damian stepped out, a towel slung low around his waist, water still glistening on his skin as he dried his hair. His sculpted torso was completely exposed. "Why does he look so damn good..." she muttered under her breath. She swallowed hard. "You like what you see?" His voice pulled her back to reality. She blinked—and there he was, standing directly in front of her. He flicked his hair back and smirked. "Why? Want to touch it?" He gestured to his chest. "Your mouth’s practically watering."