Lana Lang Nude Novels & Stories

He reaches between my legs and finds the nub at my apex, waiting and ready to detonate for him. Then his handsome, topaz-brown eyes came into my vision. He is leaning into me, and his sexy-model face is close to my V-area. I imagine him bringing his tongue close to me as I put my finger deep inside my pussy. As I was bringing it out, I rubbed slow circles living through my fantasy.

the doctor said, though his voice was strange. I watched through the mirror as Lana stepped out of her panties, her hands shaking as she folded them and set them aside. She climbed onto the table, her back hitting the paper lining with a loud crinkle, and as she slid her feet into the metal stirrups, her pussy was thrust forward, wide open and glistening under the harsh exam lights. It was pink and swollen, the outer lips slightly parted to reveal the dark, moist entrance that was already weeping with a clear, thin fluid.

And most importantly, what happened last night? With trembling hands, I cautiously lifted the blanket, hoping to find some answers. And there, in the soft morning light, I saw her, vulnerable and exposed. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, washing away any remnants of the alcohol-induced haze. We were both naked. The weight of the situation settled heavily upon my shoulders, leaving me feeling exposed, vulnerable, and utterly bewildered.

Lira’s voice echoed through my head as I read it: “Come alone. Come unarmed. I’ll give you the truth.” I left that night. Unarmed, yes. But not alone. She waited atop the Red Cliffs. Wind snapping her white cloak. Moonlight catching the blade she wore on her hip. “You’re not who you were,” she said. “No,” I replied. “But neither are you.” Then the earth trembled. And the cliffs cracked, just like us. She dropped the glamour mid-sentence. No beauty. No grace. Just scars and fire where her eyes should be. “This is what your mother did to me,” Lira hissed.

I just want to make sure she’s safe. My eyes drink in her athletic form hungrily as she traverses through the water. I might not want to be mated to her, but I can’t deny that she’s extremely beautiful. Feeling heated, I longingly appraise how her tank top and cargo shorts cling to her firm breasts and arse. It is an amazing sight to behold. Swallowing deeply, I observe as tendrils of her blond hair escape her loose bun and her ivory skin glows like alabaster beneath the bright sunlight. Unaware of my appraisal, Lana wipes the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead and bends down to look at something in the water.

Lana scoffed at the outrageous remark, trying as much as possible control her anger. But even as she scoffed it off, the prospect of having baths with him still lingered in her head. Her eyes glazed over as she imagined their bare skin, slicked with water pressed against each other in the stone tub. She fantasized about his strong arms holding her against his body, stroking every inch of her flesh while she reached for his... "Aaargh!" Lana squealed loudly, then promptly clamped her hand over her mouth to stop the sounds of embarrassment, "Oh my God! I must be crazy, why am I thinking such?!" She muttered in chagrin as she climbed out of tub.

I could hear in my own words just how arrogant I sounded. “My name is Beta Devon, Luna.” He bowed his head once more. “Alpha, Beta, Luna… I feel like I have stepped into some cheesy Greek teenage fantasy drama! I didn’t want any of this, you know. The titles. The turning into a wolf the moment the full moon appears.” I couldn’t help myself. I was acting like a petulant child. But I just didn’t care. My life had taken a complete turn, and all I wanted was to get back on the tracks I was on. Everything just came bubbling out.

Richard We step inside the dark house and the heavy door shuts behind us with a solid click. Soft warm lights glow from the corners of the large living room. The air feels thick and heavy with the scent of their bodies and my own arousal. Lana turns to me first. Her eyes burn with hunger as she pushes me backward until my back hits the soft couch. She does not speak. She simply pulls her dress over her head and drops it on the floor. Her naked body looks perfect under the low light. Full breasts, wide hips, and that smooth shaved pussy still wet from earlier.

After bathing , He walk back to the room feeling so refreshed and met Lana on the bed, Half naked, She is only on a netted bra with her nipples popped out of the net and her big butts spread on the bed. Although, He's tired, He can't resist the beauty in front of him. He decided to pretend just like he always did but Lana caught him admiring her as well, She also pretend like a seductress. "My King " She said lowly and stand up on the bed. Her hands placed on her tiny waist which rest well on her butts. " Why are you here? " He asked coldly and Lana pressed her lips. "Actually, I...." She said slowly and walk up to him.

The air charged with the particular energy that came once a year, breathless and electric and full of possibility. I took my position at the front and kept my face composed. Then I saw her. She came through the crowd with Nadia. Green dress that wasn't hers, I could tell immediately. I had seen Lena Cole in the pack house enough times to know she didn't own anything that fitted her like that. It fitted her well. My wolf pushed forward in my chest. I shut him down before he could surface. She took her position at the outer ring. Furthest from the altar. Head up. Shoulders straight.