Eliasa A Nude Novels & Stories

Elias and I were dancing at some pack event, his hand on my waist, my smile strained but passable. The next was worse. Us on a couch, his arm around me, his head tilted to mine like lovers sharing a secret. Slide after slide flashed by, each more damning than the last, the crowd cooing at the carefully constructed illusion. Then the video started. The collective gasp was audible. There, in stark clarity, was Elias. Naked. On his knees. With another woman. The footage was grainy but unmistakable, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth on her throat, her moans loud enough to echo across the garden.

“Tell me what you need, Aria.” I bit my lip, trembling. "I need you... inside me. Ohnnn... right now." That was all it took. Elias stood up, pulling me off the chair with surprising strength. He spun me around and pressed my front against the full-length mirror on the wall. My bare breasts flattened against the cool glass as he yanked my cropped hoodie up and over my head, leaving me completely naked. “Look at yourself,” he growled softly against my ear, his hard body pinning me from behind. “Pop star of the world… dripping for a stranger who just pierced your clit.”

I ordered. His fingers shook as he obeyed. He pulled the thin cloth over his head and let it fall to the floor. He stood completely naked in front of me now. My eyes moved slowly over him; smooth chest, narrow waist, and that pretty cock already half-hard between his legs. He was even more beautiful than I had imagined. I ran my hand down his stomach until I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Elias let out a small sound and twitched in my grip. “Look at you,” I murmured. “Already getting hard for your king. Do you like men too, Elias? Or are you just scared of what I’ll do if you don’t?”

The most embarrassing thing is that the two of us have to ride naked. Noticing the approach of a simple foreign car, we exchanged. My heart sank. It was much easier to appear naked in the clearing. But it got worse when she looked up and saw Elian naked. The heart dropped somewhere in the stomach. Seeing broad shoulders, strong abs, I got nervous. She did not dare to go lower, her cheeks were already burning. She turned away. I felt his eyes on me. There was a pleasant tingling sensation on the skin. It was also surprising that the wounds inflicted by Kasius had practically healed. Is it because they are the same species?

Joanna heaved a sigh as she finished bathing and turned off the shower. She took a towel from the clothing rack and wrapped it around her chest before walking out of the bathroom. She stopped in front of the door with her mouth wide open in shock as she sighted Sebastian lying half naked on her bed, and also Alasdair sitting next to him with his eyes glued to his phone, also half naked. They were both wearing shorts and they looked extremely hot. Before she could utter a word, the door swung open, and Elias walked into the room. His eyes jumped slightly in surprise as he laid his eyes on her.

"You're the filthy little creature who's been driving me insane. Now, I think you want to show me exactly what else you've been hiding." The tension snapped like a dry branch. Elias didn't lead her to the bed, he shoved her against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the cold city lights of New York blurred by the rain behind them. He grabbed the front of her uniform and ripped it open, buttons skittering across the floor. Beneath, Elena wore nothing but the black stockings and a matching garter belt, her tits spilling out-heavy, pale, and topped with dark, erect nipples. "Look at you," Elias hissed, his eyes roaming over her body with a predatory hunger. "Ironing my shirts while you're dress

Elias. Back to me. Shirtless. A simple black sports pants, which perfectly marries its hips. His skin shines, humid for effort. Each muscle in his back contracts under the charge he raises with almost feline ease. My gaze lingers on the line of his shoulder blades, on the drops of sweat that slide along his spine. My belly is tied, gently. I stay hidden for a few seconds, hypnotized.

Next is to undress. Vera was scared and opened her eyes and asked, "What do you want to do?" To Vera's astonishment, Elias was indifferent, he said: "If you don't take off your clothes, you don't have to take a shower." His hands skillfully took off her clothes, her beautiful lines were revealed, her breasts were no longer covered, but she crouched low in the hope that the water would help her cover it up a bit. However, she received his reprimand.

There he was. Half-naked on the living-room sofa, nothing but loose black shorts riding low on his hips, laptop balanced across his thighs. The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, painting gold streaks across his bare chest, the dark trail of hair leading down his stomach. He looked up the second I stepped inside, and that slow, knowing smile spread across his face. “Elias,” he said. He set the laptop aside without looking away. I ducked my head, cheeks heating, but I couldn’t stop the shy smile tugging at my lips. I crossed the room on quiet feet, dropped to my knees between his spread thighs, and looked up at him through my lashes.

Elias asked, tapping the crop against Jude's hard cock. Jude froze. "Yes," he gasped out. "Yes, I'll behave. Please." "Good boy," Elias said. He put the crop down. He stripped off his own clothes. His body was lean and hard. He climbed onto the bed between Jude's legs. He pushed Jude's knees up to his chest. Elias didn't use lube this time. He spat into his hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. He shoved his cock inside Jude's cum-filled ass. It went in easily, sliding through the first load of semen.