Ebony Obsidian Nude Novels & Stories

Amberleigh raised a toast and clinked her glass to Ebony’s. Ebony was an aerialist who also worked The Circus Room. And the girl was gorgeous, with gleaming dark skin, springy, tight curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, perky pear- shaped breasts that could poke your eye out, and long legs that seemed to never end. Amber envied more than one feature on the dark Goddesses’ body and she had seen them all. And had tasted many.

I relaxed against Obsidian’s chest, ready to fall asleep. “An experiment,” Obsidian rasped against my ear. His words confused me, but the confusion cleared when he spoke again to Devrim. “You’re going to clean her pussy,” he rasped, “and then you’re going to clean every drop of our cum from my cock.”

High Queen Elena—the original flesh-and-blood monster who had sat in this Swiss mountaintop vault while generations of my family were ground into binary dust—stood up from her bed. She didn't look like a dying eighty-year-old billionaire anymore. The gold electrodes attached to her shaved skull were melting, the yellow metal running down her neck in smoking, iridescent lines that looked like royal jewelry. Her frail, translucent skin was tightening, the "Obsidian-Violet" frequency she had stolen from my womb rushing through her old veins like liquid lightning.

“you’re mated to the King.” “In which case you’re given an all-access pass which features free potions, elixirs, and alcoholic beverages.” Ally chimed in after her sister, ticking each one off on her manicured fingers. Something flashed in her eyes, something carnal that made my face heat and unease flood my stomach. “But that’s only the beginning of the fun you can get into at Obsidian.”

Yes, I tell her Grimm is loving the idea of coming out to play, but just as long as Ebony comes out too, to join him. Who do you think is the one that is asking? I'm already here, says Ebony. I look again and sure enough, it is Ebony. I sometimes tend to get their eye color confused. Sandy's eyes are a deep chocolate brown, while Ebony's are more of a light to medium brown with gold flecks in them. It would be nice to have our wolves take over while Sandy and I take a break. We have been going at it for at least two hours now. I'm sure that your wolf and my wolf are loving this right now I tell her. Yup, they sure are just look at them go.

She knows I want it too. Ebony stands up and turns to face me. As she seductively walks over to me she pulls her top up and over her head. Her long black curly hair bounces and cascades down her back, almost to her ass. She cups one of her small pert breasts and plays with her small, dark nipple. Her head is tipped down slightly, to watch her own hand play with herself. She makes sure to look at me through her long thick lashes, her green eyes show she wants to play. My cock is hard and the pain of it being trapped in my trousers makes me grunt from the discomfort. She takes that as her invitation to drop to her knees and open my zip. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she tugs my trousers do

In the hollowed cavity lay… something wrapped in obsidian silk. Nyra rose unsteadily. “Urhan,” she whispered. He joined her, jaw clenched. “It… moved.” Nyra reached into the carving. The silk felt warm, pulsing with a tiny heartbeat. She brushed it aside. Her breath caught. There, nestled among the broken bones, lay a tiny form, embryonic, yet unmistakably human. The faint glow of life radiated from its skin, the child’s features already etched like a marble statue. Nyra’s heart thundered. “My child… unborn…”

"Are you a male or a female wolf dragon? I need to know this very important information." "By my voice alone you could clearly tell that I am a female who resides in a female body," Obsidian responded in her deep rumbling deep voice. It was not hard at all to miss the fact that it looked as if Obsidian had just rolled her massive eyes at Dika in exasperation, which made Nyxoria snort with laughter.

Some joined in without asking. I felt heat rush to my face. Shame. Discomfort. I turned to Ethan and found him already staring at the two men, eyes dark. I looked down. He was hard. I could see the clear outline through his trousers. He leaned in, mouth against my ear. “Relax…” Before I could answer, a woman walked straight up to us. She wore nothing but black panties and high heels. Her bare breasts hung free, nipples tight from the cool air. She looked from me to Ethan and smiled like she already knew how this would go.

A 13-foot-long slab of wood stood before her, dark brown-black, its surface uneven and mottled. Ebony. Buried underground for thousands, sometimes tens of thousands of years, it had transformed into something between wood and stone, a kind of botanical fossil. Ebony was regarded as one of the most prized hardwoods in the world. People said an ounce of ebony was worth its weight in gold. Nicole couldn't judge its value. No matter how rare, it wouldn't fill an empty stomach. To survivors, that made it worthless. It sat sealed behind a shatterproof glass case. There was no way she was breaking it with a hammer.