Ella-enchanted Nudes Novels & Stories

The moment had come, and the MC announced the arrival of the Enchantress on the stage. The uproar of the crowd suddenly hailed in the room. She was like a goddess of seduction being worshiped by men. Eric looked at the stage with his target performing sexy dances. His eyes were entertained by how gracefully moved her hips while she was just wearing a strapless white fur bra paired with a white fur panty with white knee-high boots. Her glassy white skin illuminated with the light shimmering like she was an expensive dancing human glass. Absentmindedly, Eric put his index finger on his lower lip.

if all it takes to make you unfaithful to her is. ‘You?’ Ran supplied tersely for her. Elena’s flush deepened, pain filling her body as she turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see how much he was hurting her. ‘We both know that what just happened had nothing to do with... That it wasn’t me... I could have been anyone. My body could have been anyone’s. You were...’ ‘So turned on by the sight of your semi-naked breasts that I couldn’t resist seeing if they felt and tasted as good as they looked,’ Ran told her softly. ‘You forget, elena... I’ve seen them before, and not just seen them but—’

She reached out and traced one fingernail lightly over the wet spot on his shorts, right along the throbbing head of his cock. “So big,” she whispered. “Even bigger than I imagined when I was touching myself earlier.” Alex groaned. His hips jerked forward on instinct. Elena chuckled softly, dark and promising. She gave the head one teasing squeeze through the fabric, then stepped back. With deliberate slowness she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. It whispered to the floor, pooling around her bare feet. Completely naked now. Voluptuous. Perfect. Heavy breasts with those thick nipples begging to be sucked. Wide hips. Thick thighs. And that dripping, shaved cunt that looked like it was made

Ella stood still feeling the power surround her as two gorgeous males walked out of the trees toward her, ‘Hello pretty Witch, now why would one as beautiful as you need to call for us?’ Both of them were naked and their hard cocks stood out like arrows pointing the way, their muscles rippled under the moonlight. Their long dark hair was tied up in ponytails and their dark eyes raked over her lustfully. ‘I need this taken from me’

he ordered the other ladies. Marcel reasoned that maybe his demons would awaken if they saw the ladies complete nakedness just like the other times he used to sleep with different ladies just to satisfy his demons’ hunger. They usually always come alive when they see the ladies complete nakedness and when he starts touching them but this was before he met Ella and before his demons became weirdly obsessed with having her. However Marcel was sure this should do the trick. All the ladies got naked and Marcel took his time to observe their bodies. They all have sexy looking bodies and were even more beautiful now that they were naked than before when they had clothes on.

Not just any girl. A doll. A porcelain thing meant to be stared at, touched and judged, objectified even, was the look they went for. The lycan princess Eliana Kael Nightfang stood behind me with a triumphant smile while several lycan ladies circled me like excited predators. I stood in the center of the room completely naked. Every attempt to cover myself felt useless. Their hands kept tugging my arms down, telling me to stop being shy, telling me they needed to “see the proportions” so they could dress me properly.

Making no move to cover herself, Elena leaned back against the counter and purred seductively, “You know, I could call you unprofessional for this.” Marcus smirked, tossing the wrench onto the counter with a loud clatter. “Could,” he rumbled, his deep voice rough with desire. “But you won’t.” Elena grinned, stepping closer until her breasts brushed against his chest. The robe pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. “No,” she whispered, eyes dark with lust. “I won’t.”

Show him what a good time really looks like. Elena sauntered over. This time, she didn’t attempt the failed lap-sitting manoeuvre. Instead, she planted her high-heeled feet directly in front of Lochlan’s chair and began a solo performance that was less a dance and more a graphic anatomical demonstration. Her hips thrust in a relentless, circular motion, her breasts bouncing with a rhythmic jiggle that defied gravity and good taste. She dropped to the floor, arching her back before rolling onto her shoulders and spreading her legs wide in a vulgar V.

His gaze fell on a hickey on my collarbone, and he pressed me firmly onto the bed. I struggled desperately, screaming. A sharp knife pierced my skin, and blood covered the hickey. "Are you crazy?! Let me go!" Cade held me down with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging. "This will be the first time and the last time! I'll take down the news. Before I lose control, you better get back to normal!" The "normal" he was talking about was him having his intimate photos with his lovers all over the place, and me remaining unfazed.

He warned again as he stepped into the restroom, a little feet away from us. His menacing voice is enough to scare anyone because of the aura it carried but Enrique wasn't fazed, rather, he didn't want to seem fazed for reasons best known to him. "You mean her??" He smirked and tightened his hold on my wrist, pushing his sharp finger into my skin. My face squeezed as the pain took over. I watched how Marcus’ eyes glimmer in the restroom's dim light, the silver was slowly taking over the green in them which means that... my eyes widened in realization; his wolf, Ragnar was taking over... it's going to be a bloodbath!