Imogen Lucie Nudes Novels & Stories

Fuck, that's hot. As quietly as he can, TJ creeps into the bathing chamber to get a better look. He's never seen Lucien naked before and he is just so fucking beautiful, even through the steam. He's so turned on and he can't resist. He leans against the door frame and slips his hand into his shorts to stroke his aching length. Lucien keeps stroking, TJ keeps pumping, and just as he's about to spill, Lucien grunts loud and deep and the stroking slows down. TJ strokes himself harder and he's breathing ragged, and then shooting stars flash through his brain.

he says quietly. Camille’s hands shake so violently that she can barely grasp the hidden zipper. The white silk slides down her body and pools at her feet like spilled milk. She stands completely naked except for the thin strip of medical tape over her clit and the gleaming rose gold plug nestled between her cheeks. The stranger circles her once, slowly, deliberately. He still has not laid a hand on her skin. He only looks. From the darkness beside the glass wall, Lucien steps forward into the light.

She was like a marble statue brought to life, her icy demeanor making her appear untouchable. But it was the third figure that caught my attention. Imogen. She stepped forward, her movements fluid and graceful. Her skin was porcelain, unblemished and smooth. Her long, silvery-blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and delicate features. Her lips, a soft rose hue, contrasted with her blood-red gown that clung to her lithe frame. And her eyes—deep violet, framed by thick lashes—were captivating. They held a quiet intensity, betraying nothing, yet somehow revealing everything.

And Kimber was totally, stunningly naked. Deke was barely able to do more than gape and feel the impact of her nude beauty all through his tight-strung body before Luc wrapped his hands around her thighs and gently pulled, spreading her legs wide. Kimber drew in another ragged breath as Deke took in the view of her pussy. Juicy, swollen, ripe. Perfect.

Cool air kissed my bare flesh, goosebumps scattering across me as I stood exposed in my underwear. Both men devoured me with their eyes. “All of it.” Lucien’s voice was thick, filthy. Shame burned through me as I unhooked the bra, baring my breasts to their gaze. My nipples were stiff, aching, betraying me. Last, I slid the panties down, standing utterly naked, trembling under their stare. “Fuck.” Lucien’s growl was feral. His hand cupped my ass from behind, squeezing. “So soft.” Gareth’s gaze sharpened, his nostrils flaring like he could scent my arousal. “She’s wet already.”

Livi stayed still, brimming beneath the surface but I felt my fingernails tingling, ready to swipe should this tiny little bitch try anything. My gaze slowly dropped from her aqua-tinted eyes, down past her delicately freckled cheeks and smirking lips towards her throat. I couldn’t see anything, perhaps I was imagining things. “Allow me Luna,” Imogen whispered, taking one of my hands and lifting it up towards her slender, pale throat. “I believe this is what you’re looking for?” My fingertip brushed against the slightly rough edge in the very top of her neck. Such a thin line it was invisible to the naked eye, hidden in the natural curve of her jawline. But unmistakable.

The way she is giving herself up just to try and give me a chance to leave shows even more how much she was made to be a Luna. This fact was bittersweet. Maybe in another life, she could be mine. "Okay, wrap it up, love birds," Kragen quips, pulling us out of a moment I never wanted to end. Lucy steps back and smiles at me. I could stare at her all day. Being nude isn't all that abnormal in our community when you've shifted, but I forget that Lucy isn't used to this. When I shift back, I notice her eyes darting straight down to my package.

Anyway, Lucien, the center of attention right now, has just finished showering in his room downstairs and has just walked into Juliet's room half-naked with just a brief on. Droplets of water are dripping from his hair, down to his chest, all the way to his abs, and finally to the floor. He looks more like a sea god who has just walked out of his kingdom, his skin glowing in the dark and his biceps glistening. A definition of food worth eating. He is making his way toward Juliet, who is lying on the bed with her eyes closed, dressed in a red nightgown that does nothing to conceal her fair skin and body. The nightgown is both sexy and see-through.

“Don’t hide from me. Not tonight.” His fingers found the zipper on the side of my dress and pulled it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered as it fell, pooling at my feet. I stood there in nothing but black lace underwear, fighting the urge to cover myself. Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Exquisite,” he breathed. He circled me once, like he was admiring something he now owned. Then he stopped in front of me and unhooked my bra, letting it drop. My nipples tightened instantly under his gaze. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

'And I'm not scared of taking what I want—you, and somehow, I don't think you would mind seeing me naked. An image of Lucy in his human form, forcing me down onto my bed to lick my skin, plays within my mind. I can visualize his lean body, almost feel his large biceps keeping my arms locked behind my head with ease. God—keeping my poker face is troublesome when Lucy is physically the most attractive man I've ever seen.