Fireviolet Nudes Novels & Stories

The Venus and the lute player, always garnered various degrees of reactions from people but I decided Violet’s was the one to be remembered for eternity. Her lashes fluttered as if capturing the image and then she looked again for the second time, paying more attention, her cheeks tinting pink as her eyes roamed over the canvas. The goddess was reclining naked while the musician played lute for her and at the same time cupid was crowning her with a wreath of flowers. I leaned forward, my lips brushing her ear as I said, “Do you think you could paint me like this?”

Red Fox was in control now. Vee’s camera turned on right away. The fire emojis still covered his face completely, but the rest of him was visible — shirtless, leaning back in his chair, one hand already slowly stroking that thick, long, veined cock I remembered from earlier. It was rock hard and curved upward, the head shiny with precum. “Red Fox…” his filtered voice came through, low and rough. “Fuck, I needed this so bad tonight.”

13 Warning! 18+ content ahead! Poor Violet was completely nakéd, laying on the ground, unconscious and oblivious of the doom coming to her, as the guards groaned and hissed at the sight of her body. "The slút's got a gorgeous body! Damn, look at those nípples!" "I like the hair on her pússy!" Mrs. Styles saw the bulkiest one touch her between the legs and feel her púbic hair under his fingers. Her eyes scorched with new tears as her motherly instincts screamed through her in helplessness.

Fire needs stone, pup—fuck her, love. Mara’s grin was wicked, her brown eyes locked on his, voice dripping with heat, her hands sliding under her undershirt, lifting it to bare her breasts, the cool air making her nipples harden, her skin prickling, the wildflowers glowing brighter, the dawn’s light catching the hunger in her gaze, the brook’s trickle a soft hum, the grove’s air electric. “Jas, I want you to fuck me like you fought—hard, dirty, now,” she purred, her fingers trailing down her stomach, dipping between her legs, teasing herself, her moan soft, her body arching, the moss soft beneath her, the pine’s bark rough against her back, the dawn’s light a golden glow on her flushed skin,

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Her hips rocked helplessly, chasing more. Victor unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a sculpted chest dusted with dark hair. Then his belt. Slacks. He freed his cock—heavy, thick, curving slightly upward, already leaking at the tip. He stroked himself once, twice, watching Lila’s face as Jade added a third finger, stretching her open. “On your knees,” Victor said. Jade withdrew her fingers with a wet sound that made Lila whimper. Guided her down until she knelt on the plush carpet, wrists still bound behind her.

I hum in approval before I start playing with her full beasts. "Please," She whispers. I meet her eyes, a fire burning in her eyes. I have freakish desires. I admit it, but for all I know, she might be a bit more of a freak than me. My hand traces over her belly and down into the fold of her inner thigh. Her mouth drops open, and as my fingers slide down to her clit, she sucks in a breath. My fingers are rolling over my clit. I slip my fingers inside her, making her moan. "Oh, baby," I mumble. "You're fucking soaked." I lift my fingers out. They're completely covered in my juices, a bead trailing down the side of my fingers. I bring them to his lips, and she watches with anticipation as I

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin

Looked up. "Do you want us to remove the rest?" She nodded. Quickly. Without words. Kuzey pulled the dress down. Torn fabric slid over her thighs. Fell to her feet. Irmak stood completely nude. Voluptuous body exposed to the firelight. Fair skin. Full breasts. Slim waist. Rounded hips. Triangle of golden hair between her legs. Moisture glistened on her inner thighs. Swollen clit visible. The twins watched her. Golden eyes hungry.

Sebastian said. “No way… you didn’t even tell me about it” I complained raising my brows. “it wasn’t even a big deal, just a couple of needles and a color test then it’s done” Sebastian replied “you have not been tested, have you?” “No” I frowned “what color tests?” “Just know blue is a good color” He answered ambiguously “Really?” I scoffed a bit frustrated, Sebastian and his mind games “What’s the fun if I tell you everything “Sebastian chuckled “Turn left over there”