Isla-moon Nude Novels & Stories

“You were here before, don’t you remember?” I furrowed my eyebrows. That was real? That wasn’t a dream? “It was real, Emma.” the Moon Goddess said. “You and Logan were here. You met here in your dreams.” This was getting creepy. I needed to speak. I couldn’t let her just respond to my thoughts. “What are we doing here?” I asked. The Moon Goddess looked at Nathan and took a deep breath. “Come closer.” she told him. I flinched and took a step back. Why was she calling him closer? Didn’t she know what he wanted to do?

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

she fastened her walk and cling into my arms. “Don’t mind him, let’s go!” his laughter continues. “This scene, it is relaxing.” We are already at the top, the view can really captivate every person who’ll witness this. I sat on the rock, it is a little uncomfortable but can be bearable. “Stell, can you take a picture of us later? I’ll upload it on my Instagram.” Rhea was holding her phone, damn that phone. If only I didn’t lose my phone, this will never happen, cursed that phone!

With my gaze still on theirs, I forced the pant down, standing straight and getting out of the pants. Next, I reached for the hem of my top and hesitated for a second. “You can't keep us waiting, baby girl,” Noah urged and I let out a shaky breath before pulling the thing over my head. Now, I was standing in front of them in just my bra and panties. “Get rid of the bra and the panties,” Ellis commanded, and my eyes widened in surprise. “But—” “Do it, Isla. Don't worry, very soon, you won't bother about how naked you are,” Rowan said, cutting me off.

Okay hold up", Isabella turned the front-view of the phone camera and placed it on the bed so he could stare at the blank screen while waiting. She pulled down her skirt and her underwear then relaxed back on the bed before grabbing her phone again. "Finally it's about time", Isaiah said, he was already stark naked and she could clearly see his face and his cock standing upright against his flat stomach. He was hard and veiny and a bit long. "Are you ready to feel my cock inside you?", He asked and Isabella bit her lower lips as she watched him gripped his cock tightly in his hand. "Yes...", She responded. "Now let me see your pussy", Isaiah demanded and slowly, Isabella lifted her leg and p

sent a filthy thrill through him, then his cock twitched as he imagined bending his father’s new wife over the kitchen island and fucking her senseless while she still wore that wedding ring. By midday, the sun was blazing. Isabella changed into a tiny red bikini that barely contained her body. The top struggled to hold her full, heavy breasts, the triangles of fabric only just covering her nipples. The bottoms were a thong style that disappeared between her plump ass cheeks. She laid out by the pool on a lounge chair, rubbing oil over her long legs and smooth stomach.

When Arin come on the earth it was middle of night.The sky's are full of star's. Arin landed on a garden and looked a light coming from a window of palace. He go there and looked isla was sleeping and her face shining like a moon.Her hair dark like cloud. Her lips like rose petals.Her eyebrows like the bow. Arin just feel everything in the world are stopping and He began to look into isla in amazement like it's is the biggest beautiful creation of God. Suddenly Isla woke up and seeing around cause she felt someone is here. But she couldn't see anyone.

Then she whispered: “On the night of the festival, when the bond pulled us together… the moon chose her. Isla was marked before she was even born. She carries the bloodline of the first Luna—the one said to have walked beside the Moon Goddess herself. That is why they want her. That is why I ran.” Damien’s chest ached as if he had been struck. His eyes dropped again to Isla, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm she had unleashed. “She’s ours,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “And she carries the power of the first Luna.”