Novel & Cerita Freya Allen Nudes

Intimate. And for once… I didn’t feel like a weapon. I felt like a woman being loved. Freya’s eyes held mine as she sat back, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her skin glowed soft in the dim light, and she didn’t look away not even as she reached behind to unclasp her bra, letting it slide down her arms. She was baring more than just her body. She was offering trust.

"Oh my Goddess, Tutor Alaric, you must be absolutely exhausted!" Freya's high-pitched, fake-sweet voice echoed across the training field. I looked past Alaric's broad shoulder. She was strutting toward us, her hips swaying aggressively with every step. She held two tall glasses of ice water. She had completely changed her outfit. She was now wearing a paper-thin, tight white crop top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and tiny athletic shorts. Her green eyes were glued directly to Alaric's bare, sweat-glistening chest. She licked her glossy lips, completely ignoring my existence. She took another step, her eyes fluttering as she prepared to play her favorite game.

"Tell me you're my slut, Freya. Tell me you want me to fill you up." "I'm your slut," Freya sobbed, her pussy pulsing with a frantic need. "Please, Naomi. Fill me. Break me." Naomi didn't use any lubricant. She wanted Freya to feel every bit of the friction, every bit of the invasion. She pressed the head of the glass strap-on against Freya's pussy, the slick, dripping folds of her sex welcoming the intrusion. Naomi drove into her with a single, grounding thrust that bottomed out against Freya's cervix.

HUNTER’s POV I throw my glass against the wall, shattering it into pieces. It splinters to the ground and I turn around with a growl, facing the woman before me. It is Freya and she is naked. On my bed. In my room. She holds my blanket to her body and trembles as she cries. “Hunter…” she calls out with mascara running down her eyes. “I surrendered myself to you, I gave you my all…you touched me, you marked me –"

Freya entered the palace and slipped into her room, where she put on another mask before proceeding to Arthur's room. "It is better to murder you and lose everything than to be revealed and lose everything without killing you," she reasoned, standing in front of the nude Alpha. She adjusted her mask. What was she seeing? Is he undressed? Is it true or her eyes are fooling her? She remembered the time they spent in the pub, getting drunk and getting physical with one other. She could not remember what his d^ck looked like since she was inebriated, and here she is standing in front of him.

Lyra, as venomous as a snake. The shadow that slipped between us, so quietly that no radar beeped. But who is now everywhere. I leap out of bed, the blanket wraps around my legs, I almost fall, but rage keeps me standing. Under the bathroom door, the light is on. The shower is running, I see that Alexandre is there. The idiot is calmly showering. While I am being crucified on social media. While we are becoming the laughingstock of the country. — Damn it, Alexandre…

, he replied in a command. Freya's body heated up as excitement coursed through her body at his command. She brought down the straps that held the dress on her shoulder and watched Alan's eyes as it pulled around her hips, showing off her bare breasts and it's red peaks. Alan hummed and came close to her to palm the soft milky breasts. “Red”, he whispered, taking her lips in a searing kiss. “If you don't touch me now Alan..”, Freya warned. “Tell me”, he goaded her on.

A gasp left mouth. Alpha Slade was nude from the waist down, but Freya, who had her face shoved into a wooden table, was completely naked, every inch of her body scarred and bloodied. Slade had a whip in his hands—a wicked-looking whip. The object landed again against Freya’s back, tearing through her skin, and she cried out, reaching for her back. Slade let go of her, and she fell to the ground. He lifted the whip again, and this time it landed on her face, slightly missing her eyes. Her cries grew louder, and I couldn’t stand there anymore; I had to do something.

I removed the other stocking in the same manner and she rose to her feet. Still kneeling, I unclasped the miniskirt and let it fall to the floor. She wore tiny, white thong panties trimmed with lace which I pulled down and helped her step out of. Then I ran my hands up the outside of her legs, over her hips, and on to her waist to steady myself as I stood. I began the arduous task of unfastening the corset. It fell to the floor in a heap along with the other garments and Freya was now standing before me, completely naked, looking like a goddess. It had been a long time since I felt this way just from seeing her in the buff, but it made me horny as hell. I wanted to jump on her right then, so

My cock hardened so fast it strained painfully against my boxers, the fabric already tearing at the seams. Freya had shoved the blanket away. She was lying completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide open, revealing her soaked, glistening pussy. Her fingers were between her thighs, stroking her swollen folds gently and softly, releasing those breathy, needy little moans that went straight to my dick. Dammit! This woman is going to end up killing me.