Kylin Nude Novels & Stories

"Stand over here. We want to fuck you next to the windows." "No, please... someone will see," I whimpered. "That's the point," Killian said, walking over to join us. He was completely naked now and had his dick in his hand while he stroked it slowly. Sin turned me around, his eyes dark with lust. He started unbuckling his belt, getting naked too. His dick sprung free, and I gulped. It looked identical to Killian's, the same heavy girth and flared head. "Now," Sin growled. "We are going to fill you up, and we want the whole world to see that you belong to us."

Elio asks. Because elves aren’t shifters and aren’t comfortable with nudity like shifters are, I’ve only seen a bit of Elio’s mark on her. When Keya wears v-neck tops or dresses, his ruby scales glitter on the center of her chest, which makes me believe that his body covers the entirety of Keya’s chest. “I can’t imagine that it’s not a possessive mark, Keya,” Kenna says. Elio smiles smugly, wrapping his arms around his mate and tucking his face beside her, looking at Kenna. He grins that same mischievous grin that Kenna has.

Then Cyril was standing over him, blocking out the light, and he was naked. Moon hadn't seen him undress. But Cyril's body was exactly what he'd expected — thick and powerful and covered in scars. His cock was thick too, thicker than Bill's or Manuel's, and the sight of it made Moon's mouth go dry. “You've taken two,” Cyril said, sinking to his knees between Moon's spread thighs. His hands pushed Moon's legs up, folding him nearly in half, and the position made Moon feel exposed and vulnerable and utterly owned. “Think you can take a third?”

And the way he frowned in protest, he looked like a sleepy child struggling to wake up. Khyle's smile turned down into a frown. Anyone who hadn't seen him in action would never know what waking monster lay beneath that innocent beauty. Forget looking like one. Khyle was sure Gunner climbed into fountains at night and stole the wishes of children. While the bluenet crawled toward consciousness, Khyle hovered beside him, eyes traveling across broad shoulders that were, oddly, bare. He wasn't wearing a hospital gown. Khyle wondered if Gunner was naked under those sheets. He couldn't imagine Gunner letting anyone wrestle him into a hospital gown, injured or not. From the way Gunner strolled from

“God, this belt is stiff. Help me, will you? I’m a poor idiot tourist and I can’t work your rugged back-country clothes.” Kyle sighs heavily, then undoes his belt with a creak of leather. A moment later, with his sodden jeans and boxers kicked beneath the sink, he steps back into the shower fully nude and cages me against the tiled wall. My hands automatically reach up to cling to his rock-solid forearms. Not gonna look south. Not when it would be so obvious. But let’s just say that something down there is big enough to make my tummy flip. Thank god for peripheral vision.

That we would all kneel? I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close.

He whirled around instantly, Nyx’s eyes widened, and she paused as she took in his bare features. Zenith was handsome. Handsome in ways she did not expect a man to be. The way his hair poured down on his back, splayed out with shiny divinity, and his face bare of any beauty attachment. His naked neck and his broad chest were visible in the see-through inner clothing he wore. Her eyes carelessly wandered to the place the clothing was subtly lifted and the urge to lick her lips at the forbidden sight filled her but the clothing shifted into place, hiding the view.

Kylan smirked as he got up, grabbing the hem of his shirt before sliding it off, revealing a sculpted chest and toned abdomen. “You don’t need it,” he uttered huskily. Ava’s breath caught in her throat, her heart somersaulting inside her chest as she raked her eyes over Kylan's chest. He was so hot. It should be illegal to be this handsome and sexy. “I can’t swim naked when there’s a crew on the ship,” she murmured, her cheeks turning red like a ripe tomato. Kylan chuckled. “Who said anything about swimming naked? Besides, no one will come here tonight, you can walk around naked if you want to.”

Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe. There was one other girl in there, about Kyle's age. Nude, getting ready to shower, and not the least shy. Mid five foot, and she had an amazing body. I've never seen a woman naked. I mean in p**n, but not in real life. This girl was perfect. Curvy, tall, big, I mean BIG breasts, a shaved pussy, and no trace of tan lines. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes, of course. I felt like a turd on a plate next to filet mignon.

He looked so casual, he looked friendly, he looked— Every rumor about Lycan Kings pointed to one thing: they were ruthless, brutal, and merciless. Yes, he had killed five rogues in seconds, but any Lycan could do that. Lycan Kings specifically were said to be the kind of people who couldn't even stand the sight of your face before deciding you weren't worth the next second of air. So it wasn't entirely my fault for not assuming the man who saved me was a Lycan King. I couldn't quite explain what I was feeling at that moment. I just knew that I couldn't.