Ebony Obsidian Nude Novels & Stories

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

[Obsidian Veins] The smell of scorched flesh and ozone was so thick I could taste it on the back of my tongue. I looked down at the surgical tray, where a jagged, bloody mess of bone and muscle had been replaced by a gleaming, predatory limb of dark obsidian and silver-tech. Dante hadn't just survived the surgery; he had sacrificed the last of his human warmth to become something I could no longer recognize.

Even though pregnant Goddesses were in high demand around that place. Ebony was beautiful in a way Amber never would be. A natural beauty with no make up and zero fucking effort involved. Her black skin gleamed, her tight bronze curls bounced around her face, her tits were perky, her body the perfect shape. Her chest bulged, her waist narrowed, then flowed into thick thighs and a teardrop ass women paid to have. Ebony had been a loyal friend and tough competitor over the few years Amber had known her since she came to the club. She was also honest and didn’t tend to sugarcoat things. That was a refreshing change in a world full of fake, backstabbing bitches.

“Wait, say that again.” Noel typed out, staring at the box in his hands. “What is this?” “Black obsidian,” Eden said, grinning as he clasped a silver necklace on. “Fern gave it to us as a gift. You can do what you want with it.” “Us?” “Yeah, I have a matching bracelet.” He held up his arm to show the bracelet glistening. “They are a pair. Do you like it?” “It’s pretty.” Noel typed out, looking at the ring. “Are you sure I can have this?”

When Obsidian reached for the lube he did not know. A hand cracked across his ass hard enough to leave a print. Again and again. Until he was sobbing. “Please,” he sobbed, “please, I can’t—” “You can't what?” “I can't take it anymore!” “What do you want, Pretty boy? Tell me what you crave right now.” “Fuck me. Please. I need your dick in me right now.” “You were such a good boy tonight. So I'll reward you.” The blunt head of Obsidian’s cock pressed against his hole and pushed in slowly.

NINE Onyx Obsidian. Volcanic glass. The way Kade's darkness speaks to my soul is unlike anything I've ever known. Raven eyes that once stirred fear in every fibre of my being are the only ones bringing me comfort now. I shiver as bitter, cool air seeps into my pores and penetrates my bones. His face disappears, dissolving into nothing, hollowing me out. My eyelids flutter. "Don't stick them in dry. Warm her up first."

I muttered. Eventually, the obsidian sold for six million. I barely even listened as my attention was focused on Carmen instead. Even seated quietly beside Cayden, she attracted attention way too easily. The dark dress she wore wrapped around her body elegantly while silver jewelry rested against her skin like moonlight. She looked beautiful yet somehow cold, especially towards me. Beside her, Caydena leaned lazily against his chair with that same irritating calm expression on his face. The second item was brought out shortly afterward. It was a twin jade, now, that was worth looking at. The room shifted from calm to a little noisy when the velvet cloth covering the gem was removed.

They shake hands and talk for a few moments before coming over, and Celine takes a moment to look at the newcomer. They’re tall, around six-eight, a beautiful dark mocha-skinned person, skinny and had almost no curves which makes it difficult to tell gender from here. Their lips are full and they have a wide Nubian nose. Their large eyes are two different colours; one’s bright orange, the other is completely jet black. It’s a little unsettling, but their outfit’s the thing that catches her eye the most.

The moment I pressed my fingertips to the obsidian wall panel, I knew tonight would redefine me. I reclined on the black velvet chaise lounge, my body sinking into luxury as the suite's ambient lighting shifted from indigo to violet. The Obsidian Suite lived up to its reputation—mysterious, sensual, and designed for the kind of encounters that belonged only in fantasy. My skin prickled with anticipation beneath my silk slip dress, its material whispering against my thighs whenever I adjusted my position.