Freya Allen Nudes Novels & Stories

They seemed to be having a field day. “Allen,” I said when our eyes met. He looked away too quickly. Freya wore a sexy red dress. She got up, champagne flute in one hand, as her other hand suspended in the air like something was in it. She walked to me like this was a runway and stopped right in front of me. Her eyes ran all over my body in a mocking glare before she turned to the men littered around the room. “Allen,” she purred like a cat. “I am disappointed in your taste in women.” She leaned in and took a fistful of my hair, twirling it in her hand, eyes looking down at me with a sardonic glance. “Why would you like someone like her?”

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

While Stella held Freya down, Natalie tore Freya’s nice white shirt. "Stop! Please stop!" Freya begged. But Natalie didn't listen. She took the black pen and wrote the word "SLUT" on Freya’s forehead. Then she wrote the word again on Freya’s torn shirt. Freya tried to wiggle away, but Stella and Natalie were too heavy. They pinned her to the floor so she couldn't move. They tore her shirt even more so her skin was showing. Freya felt so cold and so ashamed. She felt like her heart was breaking.

Freya Day 7 of captivity One week into my stay at the cabin of hell and I had formulated a very rough plan with help from the other two girls. Thankfully a few minor beatings were all we suffered over the last few days. Our energy levels were low from the lack of food, which would mean our stamina and muscle mass would be deteriorating by the day. If we didn’t get out of here soon, I wasn’t sure we would be able to. So, on day seven I sat against the wall, trying to ignore the ache in my body from being crouched all the while and played with the thin nail I had hidden behind my back that Chloe had pulled from the wall.

Hence this led to a greater rift between the two. A fight that would never end. Ariel moved her lips to Freya’s boobs and began to suck on her nipples while Freya moaned as pleasure rippled through her. And then the duo pushed themselves unto the bed and Freya ripped off Ariel’s clothes before she fitted her lips between her thigh. Licking and sucking her unto Climax.

"So he is really inside." She cut the call and grabbed the doorknob. She twisted it and pushed the door open. As soon as she stepped in the room and looked inside, she froze. Aleric was sleeping on the bed. He was shirtless, lying on his chest. The rays slipping from the slightly moved blackout curtain helped her see everything. Aleric's body was half covered with a blanket, exposing his upper back. His biceps were folded, resting on the sides of his head. Freya blinked as her cheeks turned red. Her gaze moved from his body to his face.

Mordeu playfully smacked her head, biting his lower lip, “What kind of idea did you get in that head of yours?” Freya was all laughter, “You were the one who said it felt so good. I wanted to know what felt good so I can try.” Mordeu raised an eyebrow at her, scrutinizing her appearance, “And if I do tell you, who are you going to try it with?” Freya glanced ahead; Fjall and Ayra were tied together, there was no separating them. Cillian had made Mordeu feel good even though she was never told how. And then there was Alana, who just like her, was free and single.

she moaned “This-Freya this is what you do to me” “ fuck me, Lucien, I want it fast and rough I won’t break” she order, he growled in reply as he swiftly turned her over, Freya was now on her fours, her back arched out as she knelt, naked and bare, her juices dipping down. Her legs, it was a tempting sight to see that made Lucien’s hard cock almost pop out of his pant She was impatient, she heard quiet shuffled as he removed his pant, Freya felt the bed dip, and his warm scent surrounded her till she felt drunk from his warm pheromones

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

When the heavy fabric fell to her feet, leaving only the thin linen tunic, she felt his gaze burn through the fiber, as if he could see the erratic beating of her heart. She slipped off the last layer of clothing, exposing herself to the humid air and the prince's vigilance. Freya's nudity was not that of a courtesan; it was that of a surviving warrior, marked by small scratches and pale skin that seemed to glow under the torchlight. She entered the tub quickly, the hot water embracing her body with an almost painful shock of pleasure.