Fiona Bruce Nude Novels & Stories

Who could that be? I peeped through the little opening at the edge of the gate. A slender young lady, slightly above average in height, with brown skin and light-colored hair, stood before me. “Nina or whatever you call yourself, I want you to get rid of whatever is growing in your womb this minute because there is no way I’m letting you blackmail me,” Fiona snapped, her anger seething. “You lie, Fiona. You lie. I’m not getting rid of this child.”

The design of this place makes me see why Shadow Pelt prided themselves on their intelligence. I peeked out the curtain a little bit, not even touching it, in the spaces at the edges of the curtains, and the thin line separating them. And that's when I saw it. The most disgusting image I had ever seen. Fiona was holding onto the edges of the curtains, clinging onto it like it was the only thing holding her up, her shirt was barely on her, and when she arched her back and threw her head back, her body was on full display, breast and nipples and all.