Freya Ray Nude Novels & Stories

She dropped it on the floor before slowly… removing her underwear. Yes, he had already seen her naked body, but he’d never get tired of looking, touching, and tasting. She was beautiful. She was perfect for him. Freya had a very slender waist, which he adored. Her skin was soft and had that healthy glow. She had well-curved hips and long legs. And her breasts were just the right size for him… because he had big hands. The shower door remained half-open, still concealing Kenneth’s lower body. Freya stood before Kenneth and swallowed air. She looked nervous, but… willing. And that was more than enough for him.

She stared at me, and just as I thought she was shocked to see me again, I glanced back to be sure. Right behind me was Freya, who was completely nude. A shock that was too much for Skylar to process caused her to stare at both of us, mouth open and fingers pointing at Freya.

Freya's lays asleep on my large abd extremely spacious king sized bed. She snores wierdly but am familiar with it. Unlike before, It disturbs me not again She's also half naked. Part her ass and right boobs are both exposed. The squeezed and disarranged mattress covers half her body. It performs a terrible act of hiding her so called nakedness. Her nipples are out. Her pussy abd a**hole reveaj through her exposed sexy and alluring curviness. It really is sexy and seductive. Her ass, pink coloured pussy lips and numerous other organs really are beautiful.

Cassandra The rope still vibrates in the air as I take it back, my fingers gripping it as if I were already holding her last breath. The night is vaster than ever. The moon glides through the clouds and casts an almost spectral pallor on Lyra's skin, a halo of wax on a figure that has lost its name. She is there, on her knees, her body swaying with the movements of the boat. Her hands are clasped, but it is no longer a posture of strength: it is a raft of trembling gestures. The water beats against the hull like a heart that does not want to stop.

He had changed into a black button-down and dark trousers, but the hunger on his face was the same — darker now, more dangerous in the dim lamplight. He leaned against the door, eyes devouring her barely-covered body. “I told you I was coming. Take off the slip. Let me see what’s mine.” Freya’s heart hammered. This was real. This was her father’s best friend standing in her bedroom, ready to destroy her. The wrongness only made her wetter. She sat up slowly, peeled the silk slip over her head, and tossed it aside. Cool air kissed her naked skin — full breasts with tight pink nipples, soft stomach, wide hips, and the smooth, glistening folds of her pussy.

Or was it something deeper, maybe the bond we shared pulling at me, demanding I stop fighting it? I stormed back to the suite, pushing the door open with more force than intended. The sight that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks. Freya stood in the middle of the sitting area, fresh out of the shower, completely naked. Water droplets glistened on her smooth skin, tracing paths down her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts and on her beautiful curve. Her hair hung wet and dripping water down her back. My breath caught, every rational thought fled. My cock hardened instantly at the sight of her like this; I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away.

Freya uttered, getting off the bed. “Tell me.” Ariel smiled. “I am going to his house tonight.” Freya started and then Ariel looked at her with raised brows. “Calm down, I don't like men at all, remember?” Freya smirked and then continued. “I am going to his house as a maid tonight, and I will prepare him a drink with Viagra. Then you can come in and you two would have sex. We both know you don't have a womb but you can pretend to be pregnant. He would have no choice.” Freya smiled, in love with her plan.

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.

Artemis Pov Freya was fu-cking sexy in that dress she was wearing. No mate in his normal self would let such a hot and really sexy mate wander off alone but business called, and I had to pick up. Those damn meetings. Even as she walked away, my eyes lingered on her retreating form. As she trotted further from me, staring at the art work on the wall I couldn’t freaking tear my eyes from her. She was the art itself in this place to me. Her whole existence was art and a real masterpiece. Freya was beautiful, to me beautiful could not properly describe her. It was unfitting for her.

Amanda smirked evilly while Amara gasped. "Sis you sure? He is a playboy and you want to give your virginity to him..." Amara was nervous. She too had a crush on him but never did in her dream she thought to act like a slut. "I am sure. He won't be able to resist my charm." Amanda flung her hair arrogantly. "Oh!!!" Amara squeeze out a forced smile and left Amanda with her dark thoughts.