Jenny Savage Nude Novels & Stories

“What kind of options?” His eyes flare with desire, but he reins it in. “We could bathe each other.” I think about it a moment. “No sex, no marking me.” “Done,” he says, holding out his hand to me. When I walk up to him, he slides his hands up my sides and pulls his oversized t-shirt over my head. I know I was naked in front of him earlier when we shifted and when we were with the sprites, but this feels much more exposed, much more intimate.

“Now get ready for some good show.” Ryan couldn’t suppress his gasp when he saw Jeremy. He was in low-slung faded blue jeans that seemed molded to his sexy body and black combat boots. His bare upper body looked so ripped with its sculpted pecs and breath-stealing six-pack. Ryan couldn’t stop his eyes from following the line of dark hair that headed south to what he knew was the biggest cock he’d ever seen and…had the misfortune of being fucked by. The mere thought of it made Ryan’s belly quiver, surprisingly not in fear but rather, excitement.

I closed my eyes and reached for the shift. It came easier this time — still strange, still uncomfortable, but not agonizing. The change rippled through me in reverse, fur becoming skin, bones elongating, the world going flat and quiet around me. I stood in front of the door, naked and shaking, just as her footsteps reached the porch. The door opened. She stopped, eyes going wide, taking in the sight of me — bare, breathless, probably looking half-wild. "Fao? Are you — did you just—" Her gaze dropped, then snapped back up to my face, her cheeks flushing. "You're naked."

The Savage Saints' clubhouse was a fortress of controlled chaos in the hours following the warehouse massacre. Raven sat in Jax's office, still wearing the clothes she'd worn during her surveillance mission, the scent of gunpowder and fear clinging to her like a second skin. Through the reinforced windows, she could see armed guards patrolling the perimeter while wounded Saints received medical attention in the main room.

“But since you’re here… strip.” I pulled off the tank top, letting my full breasts spill free. Then I slowly slid the micro-shorts down my legs, kicking them aside. I stood completely naked in front of him, watching our reflection in the mirror. Jax’s gaze raked over me hungrily. “Look at you. Spoiled rich girl sneaking into the gym at night because she can’t stop thinking about her trainer’s tongue.” He dropped to his knees, hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between my thighs without warning.

I peel off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor. From the drawer, I pull out the silk slip—the sheer one that shows everything. I slide it over my skin, the fabric cool, nipples hardening instantly against the thin cloth. One glance in the mirror makes me smirk. Every inch of me screams invitation. I slip barefoot down the stairs to the lower deck. They’re waiting for me. My crew. My men. “Fuck, there she is.” “Queen Jenner.” They holler, whistles sharp, eyes hungry. The air vibrates with the kind of anticipation that makes my thighs slick before I even touch them.

By the time they arrived at the tavern, Jenny could breathe again, having managed to push the image of clumped brains from her mind. Julius had taken her inside the compound, undressed her, and stepped into the shower, carefully washing every part of her body. Then, he had carried her to the bed, treating her with an unusual gentleness as he raped her, his hands gliding over her skin as though she were fragile.

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

My last belonging curls into ash as I stand completely naked and goosefleshed, clutching my arms over my boobs. My hair's a wild mess of knots and curls, my skin dusted in mud from the wagon. I lift my chin anyway, refusing to give them the satisfaction of shame. A thickset woman with arms like a butcher steps forward holding a firehose. "Spread your legs and hold your arms out."

I was ready to release but I was prevented from doing so by an unwelcome interruption. “MUM! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” came a loud shrill voice. Catherine was stood there with her mouth agog looking stern. She was however still completely naked. It's hard to take anyone seriously when they're naked and whilst Catherine was seething with anger and rage the fact I could see her young pert tits, tiny pink nipples and tidy bush softened the blow completely. Catherine’s mother released my cock from her tits and stood up. Completely unphased by Catherine's presence “Catherine let me show you how it’s done.