Eliasa A Nude Novels & Stories

Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather. Elias was still wearing his gray work t-shirt, stained with grease on the back and soaked with sweat under the armpits. His jeans were open just enough to free his hard cock—red, veins bulging, the head already slick with pre-cum. His boxer briefs were bunched around his right thigh like a dirty flag of surrender. He hadn’t bothered to take off anything else. Not even his worn sneakers. “Open that ass wider for me, Nora,” he growled, voice hoarse, spitting the words. “I want to see everything. Everythin

Even Lady Lirae, whom he was head over heels in love with wouldn’t dare. “I wouldn’t know…” Elias said, his lips twitching into a devilish smirk. “I have never peeked into an ass’s hole before. Apparently, you have, seeing how you’re being quite graphic. Tell me, Miss Lyra… what else did you find in there?”

It was a chain reaction of pure, raw sex. Elias watched on his tablet, his own dick rock hard in his trousers. He could see every glistening detail. The oil on Ash’s skin, the spit on Leo’s face, the way Finn’s dick disappeared into Leo’s ass. It was perfect. It was filthy. It was art.

Elias’s cock twitched in his slacks. “Shirt,” he said. Caleb tugged the tee off in one motion. Bare torso now—lean muscle, faint tan lines from summer tank tops, small brown nipples already peaked. A light dusting of hair trailed from his navel down. Elias exhaled through his nose. “Jeans. Underwear too. Everything.”

I froze, Father Ren’s thick cock buried deep in my ass. My heart slammed against my ribs as Father Elias stepped inside, his sharp eyes taking in the entire scene — me bent over the altar completely naked, Ren’s cock stretching my asshole, Sister Veronica’s fingers still buried in my pussy, and Sister Marg’s breasts pressed against my back. “Well, well,” Father Elias said, his voice smooth but laced with dark amusement. “I see the great Father Ren is conducting his usual… thorough confessions.”

LUCIAN Elias’ face hardened with recognition. “What the hell are you doing naked in my bed?” I could feel my cheeks burning. God, Lucian, open your damn mouth and say something, will you? But what should I even say? — Elias, the weather doesn’t seem so great today, the rain looks pretty heavy. Did you get caught in it? You should probably take a shower. Speaking of showers… FUCK, Lucian Ashborne, could you please stop focusing on his naked body all the time?

Monitors glowed softly, ready to record. Elias stood in the center, lab coat discarded, wearing only black pants. His hazel eyes burned with something far beyond clinical curiosity. “Tonight there are no protocols left to follow,” he said, voice rough. “The study ends here. This is for us. For me. I need to feel every inch of you without pretending it’s science.” He pulled the gown off me in one motion, leaving me naked under the low lights. Then he lifted me onto the restraint table, securing my wrists above my head and my ankles in the wide stirrups so I was completely spread and helpless.

“It’s morning. I’m always a mess in the morning.” Elias didn’t smile, but his eyes softened a little. “Last night,” he said. “That wasn’t... a game.” “I know.” “I don’t do casual.” Maya blinked. “That’s funny. It felt pretty casual to me.” He stood then, walking toward her. Naked. Unashamed. He stopped inches away, his chest rising and falling a little faster now. “You think I walk into just anyone’s apartment like that?” “I think I don’t know anything about you.”

Her pulse does something inconvenient before she can stop it—Elias's standing with his back to them, black board shorts pressed flat against his thighs by the wind, every line of his back visible in the morning light. He shifts his weight, and the muscle along his shoulder blades moves cleanly beneath the surface. His black board shorts sit low on his hip bones, the V-lines on either side catching the shadow, his abs shifting with each breath between light and depth. Elias sees them from the net before they reach it. Or rather, he sees her. The cover-up is thin enough in the direct sunlight to be more suggestion than coverage, the lavender visible beneath it. She's walking across the sand, b

Wetness flooded his tongue. Elias kept licking and sucking until she was shaking and gasping, riding every wave. When she finally came down, he pulled his fingers out slowly. He sat up, eyes locked on hers as he licked them clean. Layla was breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with love and lust. Elias stood up just long enough to strip. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and hard muscles. Then he pushed down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, and rock hard.The head was already leaking precum while veins stood out along the shaft.