Jamie Demons-king Nude Novels & Stories

“No, no cats.” “Narrows it down to only about a million options.” Demetrius scratched at his chin, feigning contemplation. “Most things don’t make you blush so it might be a more private matter. Hmmm… private, you, me—shirtless, I’d wager. I’ve been working out so I hope dream-you gave me a firm core. Jamison Carter, are you having raunchy fantasies about me when you sleep?” Jamie sputtered, scrambling to distance herself from his assumption. “W—What? Don’t be ridiculous.”

Kim narrowed her eyes, "Don't lie to me, Leanda. I heard that you were seen with the Alpha King last night. Did you sleep with him?" Leanda's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "That's none of your business, Kim. And I'm not going to dignify your question with an answer." Kim stepped closer, her fists clenched. "I knew it! You've been trying to cozy up to the Alpha King this whole time. You're just a gold-digger, trying to use him for your own gain." Leanda felt her own anger rising. "How dare you accuse me of something like that! You have no idea about what you’re sharing."

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

“I need to go and get a few things. While I’m out of the room you’re going to strip yourself naked. From now on, when we’re alone in this room together you will always be naked.” Christ, what had she been thinking? “I want you at the edge of the bed on your hands and knees, your legs spread nice and wide.” Damien unlocked the door and left the room, leaving her in a slightly dazed state. Sitting up, she removed the teddy. Well, that seemed like a waste of money. Always naked in their bedroom? Was he kidding? She was pretty sure he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. On her hands and knees, Jessa positioned herself at the edge of the bed then spread her legs wide. She blushed, realizing exactly how

I lied so fast even I almost believed myself. He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push. Instead, he turned his eyes to the road once again. The silence stretched awkwardly for a moment until Damien… bless his dramatic soul… gasped out loud like he had discovered gold. “You know what?” he said, snapping his fingers. “Maybe he really did see the Alpha King naked. I mean, I would probably panic too. That’s like… sacred.” Lennox didn’t even blink. “You’re an idiot, Damien.”

“It is perfect.” Jeremy squirmed, pressing against King. “Well, I have to work to look this sexy, mind. But now I’m accomplice to murder.” “Would it be too much trouble to ask you not to look so thrilled?” King arched his brow, but Jeremy only giggled. Then Jeremy wiggled his butt up and down like he was giving King a lap dance, when singing “The Fun Lovin’ Criminal” in the style of Marilyn Monroe. Huh, so that wasn’t something that I’d ever figured on seeing. Plus, King’s stuttered breath and wide-eyed expression…? Priceless.

And when Mathias comes home, I will tell him what those sick fucks tried to do to his twin. I returned, and Jasmine had stripped down completely naked. I asked her to take off her clothes, not her underwear. I froze in my tracks. She was a beauty. Curvy, silky smooth, unmared skin, delicate features. Her breasts were firm and rounded. I tried to avert my gaze, but I couldn't. I had seen so many naked women, but Jasmine was a goddess. I averted my gaze to control myself and led her to the bathroom. "Get in the tub and sit," I said, and she did as I had told her.

The door to the meeting room opened and I stepped into the room. The room was quiet, except for wet kissing sounds, and when I turned, the sight made me gasp. The King was seated on the head chair, and by his side was a lady. A beautiful lady, half naked, with her mouth on his neck. The sight would have been the most intimate I have ever seen, but her position was off. Her hands were at her side as she strained her neck to kiss his neck and jaw, while his eyes stayed trained on me. He looked too good as always, hair neatly combed backwards, blue eyes, and a perfect muscled body.

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

I answered. "Women?" She asked in a low tone. "Yes, so it's kind of embarrassing," I answered. "We are demons." She pointed out. "I know and that still doesn't change that I am a male, and you are a female," I answered. "Demons all bathe in the same river which is close to the forest, be it female or male, and they are allowed to make babies there because the water grants them fertility," Dinel said coldly when she grabbed a light blue robe.