Isla-moon Nude Novels & Stories

As Chyna rushed into the living room, Tate slapped Ryan across the face. ​"It’s over, Ryan!" Tate shouted. "I want a normal life. I want to make my family proud with a female mate!" ​Ryan stormed out, acting furious. Chyna stepped forward and patted Tate’s back, her face glowing with pride. "Finally," she whispered. "You’ve come to your senses." ​Tate swallowed his guilt and forced a smile. "When you were away on your trip, I had time to think. I realized the Moon Goddess must have made a mistake with us."

She loved kissing, groping, and sucking Rachel's big tits, but when Rachel tried to go down on her, Isabella gently put on the brakes. She was more than happy, though, to join my wife in worshipping my cock together — their tongues and lips working in perfect harmony. Before she left, I took some incredibly hot nude photos of her, including a few of her and Rachel posing naked side by side, their bodies pressed close. Rachel had shared stories from our decade of swinging, and Isabella confessed she dreamed of finding a man who would happily share her with other lovers.

Thorne laid Isla down gently on the bed, his golden eyes never leaving her face as he turned to his son. "You may stay and watch if you wish," Thorne said, his voice low and commanding. "Or join us if she allows it. But remember, she is mine first. The moon has made that clear." Isla looked at Elias, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Stay. I want both of you to touch me. I need to feel everything tonight." Elias's eyes darkened with lust, but there was also respect in his gaze. "As you wish, my Luna. I am honored."

Kane looked like a walking corpse, standing at the very front. My parents sat dead-eyed in the front row, totally drained. The only one who looked vibrantly alive was Isla. She wore a perfectly tailored black lace dress. Her makeup was flawless. Clutching a white handkerchief, she squeezed out a few fake tears. But she couldn't hide the raw ambition burning in her eyes. Halfway through the service, Isla couldn't wait anymore. She stepped right up to Alpha Marcus, my mother, and the powerful pack elders. "Father, Mother, Elders. Losing my sister breaks my heart." She choked back a sob, but her chin was held high. "But this is not the time for weakness. The Crescent Moon Pack needs a Luna."

said Cynthia . " Of course i am ." said Damon and Cynthia sighed ." Not ." he added emphasising and smirking . " Shutup douchenag i am gonna kill you ." said Cynthia narrowing her eyes .Damon gave a soft laughter . " It's amazing ." Cynthia muttered .Then they were both high in the sky . The moon was shining brighter than usual , it was so close that it felt then can reach it easily in just minutes .The night was silent , they could easily see the barren roads and lights of the city .They both stood silenty speaking nothing just staring at each other , both wanting to say a lot but avoididng that anything they would say right now might ruin the moment .

I didn’t even had a chance to say goodbye and I have regretted it all these years but now I’ll find you and tell you all we’ve missed. She closed her diary and gazed outside to the clouds. Time moved as slow as before. After spending hours gazing outside the window and thinking about her childhood in Nexorus with her grandfather and Wade, she finally reached the island. She came out from the airport and inhaled the beautiful fresh air. Nexorus Island was a small island in the middle of the ocean. It was far away from other islands and continents. It was surrounded with water. It had very less population but civilization was well developed.

the photographer said, “but it’s sort of romantic, the way she’s barefoot in the grass and you’re a little disheveled. Like the Moon Goddess and the Sun God.” My face warmed, and I looked downward, resulting in another snap of the camera. Isaac merely shrugged and pulled me closer. He smelled like a fireplace. “I don’t mind being a little messy if you don’t,” he cooed, and the deep timbre of his voice in combination with his firm body pressed against mine made me shift back and forth on my feet, avoiding the urge to rub my thighs together like an animal in heat. Over the next half-hour, the photographer worked her magic. She snapped multiple photos of us, all showcasing my mother’s moonstone

The moon hung full and silver above them, its light turning everything to glass and shadow. Mara raised her hands for silence. “Tonight, we honor not just our victory, but our unity. We stand together because we chose to trust each other.” Her eyes turned to Lena. “We welcome our new Luna, who stood between darkness and light and chose both. Without her, this pack would not stand as one.” Lena’s throat tightened as the pack howled in unison—a deep, powerful sound that echoed through the valley. Damian turned to her, his voice low but sure. “You are my equal, Lena. My moon. My mate.”

a murmur scarcely stronger than a sharp admission of breath emanates. "Will you accompany us to Moonlight?" I welcome, envisioning the situation. They would toss all that they got at Isla, moving their disdain from me to her. Particularly since her appearance is deficient with regards to a bit. In any case, I truly need her close by, to be near the wonderful smell that goes after my faculties.

A moment later, a logo popped up, along with the words “The Island.” A British male voice started speaking, but the camera didn’t show the narrator. Instead, it showed scenes that looked like something out of a hunting show to start with. As I listened to the narrator recapping the last episode, one of the images featured a slightly overweight man grappling with a shorter black woman. He held her down, forcing her onto all fours before climbing on top of her.