Itachi Full Body Novels & Stories

he whispered, "no need to rush." He took off his jacket...waistcoat...shoes and socks...long pants...shirt...and finally the linen covering the remarkable shape of his arousal. older brother. Suddenly, Torcia didn't know where to look. He should have appeared hurt in his naked state, but now he seemed stronger than when he was fully clothed. His body was sculpted with brutal lines, large and muscular and fit perfectly. A bronze tan ran down to his waist, then turned paler at his hips, a thick layer of black hair covered his chest, and another dense patch of crotch, bordered by a dark length that jutted out over his chest. up of an erect object.

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

As the white smoke mixed with dust faded, they could see from a distance that someone was still standing in the center of the blast crater. "You think you can kill me that easily?!" Maghanada Indrajit climbed out of his host's body. The demon let the human die with a body full of wounds. The true figure of Maghanada Indrajit was a large, burly black creature with dense black energy enveloping its body. Asura and Ki Janggan Nayantaka could not clearly see the huge figure, but they knew that the pressure of Maghanada Indrajit's energy had suppressed their bodies and the entire surrounding area.

I had slipped my shirt over my head and shimmied out of the pants and underwear, liking the way his gaze roamed my body. Jon’s tan and chiseled body was something to behold, that reminding me of the Greek titan Atlas the way his muscles glistened. His waive silver hair was unnatural almost, a stark contrast from his youthful features and physique. His green eyes crinkled at the sides with a smile, making him look more friendly than the deadly assassin he was underneath. He pulled his shirt over his head to join me naked, scooping me up with one swoop and almost slamming me onto the small twin bed in this room.

Kaito called out while dragging a bloodied, limp waiter… I mean the assassin- his eyes wild with rage and bloodlust. Hawk nodded before pulling Charlotte and me into his big embrace. He conversed a little with Kaito in Italian, and then Kaito flashed one smile I had never seen on him. It was jarring, cold, lifeless. Like a whole other entity had just possessed his body. He looked empty. Like a demon sent to haunt all the living. “This motherfucker and I have a lot to talk about!”

"... I didn't expect it to be under such... delicate circumstances." Icarus, as always, didn't move. He didn't need to. He wore stillness like a crown, like armor forged from shadows themselves. His suit, dark as obsidian and dangerous as a whispered sin, wrapped his body with predatory precision. Each line, each fold, seemed sculpted to tempt destruction. A single black button fastened across his chest, framing the subtle ridge of muscle beneath, as if daring me to imagine how easily it might come undone.

What they took didn't even made a dent on the towering piles of the alien ores. Perhaps the most disturbing of all that Tirana saw was the pilot of the spacecraft itself. The pilot was humanoid, but not quite. Its body was completely dark silver with menacing spikes jutted out on its shoulders. The head was featureless except for intricate pattern that Tirana couldn't make out the details from where she stood.

Kiran seemed like a meditative monk, isolated from the outside world. With hands clasped, Lilian silently prayed for Kiran to react and escape. "Let's go to hell together, Kiran!" Kanpei Ichiro shouted as he sprinted toward Kiran. His black figure stood out in the white light, resembling a black sword against the radiant background. His face twisted into a fierce and malevolent expression.

“Are you Hayate?” Hayate nodded. “Yes. I’m Hayate.” Jai stared at him up and down. This man had orange eyes and dark hair, and a big scar on the right side of his face. The dark top and dark grey camo pants, along with dark boots that looks durable and tight. These clothes don’t make him look like a kidnapper, nor his face. Jai doesn’t know how to describe his face, but Hayate sure a good looking guy. But something made Jai frown. ‘Isn’t Hayate a ginger?’