Emily Watson Nude Novels & Stories

she whispers back. "Stay quite if you want to live okay" "Yeah" She answers still shaking, Valentine goes ahead and crosses by as they walk out of the water too but an alligator swims silently behind Milly ready to strike her. “Watch oout!!!” he shouts as Milly gets out of the water but a crossbow runs through the alligators wide mouth, Emma slowly walks out of the bushes holding a crossbow, shivering from the cold, she slowly walks towards them. “That’s a million worth of aim she got there” Cadis says.

"Go fetch your husband, breakfast will be ready in a few." She jogged her way up to her room. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. A shirt, an underwear and jeans were all sprawled on the floor. "What in the world?" "I find sleeping like this comfortable." Emily's eyes travelled upwards to see a naked Lucius. An amused smirk plastered on his face. "Oh God! Please! Oh, dear Lord. Cover your filthy skin!" Emily quickly spun around, blushing. "I thought you'll like this? Witches in the underworld would throw themselves at me."

"Lies. You are anything but fine. You are going to have to keep your word to Braveheart and cast that worthless woman out. The DNA results could be forged, after all." Gritting my teeth, I pushed past Nicholas, making a beeline for my room. The sound of running water grew louder as I approached, and I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my lungs. I followed the sound of the water to my bathroom door, and the moment I pushed it open. My gaze landed on the large bathtub in the corner. Seated inside was Emily, her perfect boobs on full display, and there were thousands of rose petals on the surface of the water.

The only way to shut him up was to comply. She sprinted—well, limped—to the basin and scrubbed her face until it stung. She unpinned her matted hair, trying to rake her fingers through the silver-brown mess. She looked at her reflection. No war-paint, no jewelry, just the hollowed-out look of a girl who lived on scraps. She wasn't an Alpha Queen with flawless skin; she was a mountain stray. She snapped the selfie and hit send. Silence. Five minutes turned into twenty. Emily pouted at the screen. Was she that hideous? Did the reality of her wolfless face kill the fantasy?

Hands trembling with a mix of fear and desperate arousal, Emily obeyed. She pulled the tank top over her head, letting it fall. The cool air pebbled her skin, her breasts full and aching, her nipples tight peaks. His gaze burned over them. Then, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pushing them down her legs in one motion, stepping out of the pooled fabric. She was completely bare before him, vulnerable and exposed. For a moment, he just looked, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. “Fuck, Emily,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

He took another sip of wine, watching her. Emily hesitated, and then her hands went to the bottom of her dress, and she slowly peeled it off, throwing it on the ground next to her. She was wearing panties. "And the rest," he said softly when she paused again. "Before I rip if off of you and spank you for moving so slowly. I want you naked now, not in twenty minutes." The bra and panties were stripped quickly, and she stood nude in front of him, her nipples hard. He didn't move, just stared at her lustfully. She felt like he was eating her alive with his eyes.

Lana was truly treated to a masterclass in shamelessness today. "Ms. Watson, may I ask how you managed to delete those videos then?" Emilia appeared indifferent as she said, "Don't worry about it. I have my ways. I'll do whatever it takes as long as it eases your emotions." "Can you restore those videos then?" Lana asked. Then, she suddenly sneered, "Let me reiterate, the woman in that video is not me. Ms. Watson, why are you wasting your time on it?" Emilia was rendered speechless.

Ember just shook her head and went upstairs to where her bedroom was located. She needs to prepare for that dinner right now. She took all her clothes as she stood in front of the life-size mirror, she was naked as the day she was born. Ember looked at her naked body. Not many know but she has a body of a goddess. Wearing a combat uniform too often has her curves covered and not many men noticed it. Her skin was creamy-white, which compliments the color of her hair. She bit her lower lip when she gazed went to her twin peaks, they were perky and rounded. She doesn’t have the biggest breast in the realm but she is sure that hers was enough to seduce a man.

Matilda said with a smirk moving closer towards him. "What are you doing?," He stuttered as he watched matilda gracefully took off her clothes slowly and seductively with her gaze on Jeremy who gulped down in both anxiety and anticipation. She stood nude in the restroom except for her black embroidered cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs, it made his mouth water and his eyes daze in lust "You...you aren't thinking straight Matilda, what about Leon?," He asked with his gaze on her young breasts.