Lena Mouse Nude 소설 & 이야기

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

Lena leaned against the railing out on the balcony, looking out over the waves, cradling her coffee. Wearing some short pink booty shorts with frills around the edges. She loved to wear them at night. No panties, and just a tank top, no bra. She felt so satisfied and comfy. She could still hear Natalie's parting shot, “Elsie can never know”, and the way Lena had clinked her mug in agreement. A secret folded neatly between them, tucked away before the rest of the world could intrude.

"I didn't lack money." His tone was faint, and his gaze paused for a few seconds on her outlined body before calmly shifting away. "What do you lack then?" Lena came out of the bathtub, with the hem of her fishtail skirt dripping water. Although her makeup was gone, her hair was still elegantly coiled on top of her head, with only a few strands left down. At this moment, her eyes were moist, making her look like an innocent mermaid who knew nothing about the world.

Elias hit the floor with a grunt. Z-03 braced itself, armor screeching. Alexander grabbed Lena, but even he skidded a few feet. The creature screamed— Its cores flared bright, then dimmed. Lena gasped and clutched her head. “I—I didn’t mean—!” Alexander’s hands closed around her arms. “It’s okay—hey—HEY—look at me—” Her eyes flicked up. They were pure white again. No pupils. No irises. Just light.

LENA’s POV The red “LIVE” button glowed in the right corner of the screen like a warning I was definitely going to ignore. I adjusted my bunny ears on my head and leaned closer to the camera. I pouted my lips toward it and wiped the corner of my mouth. The little bell underneath the “Daddy’s Little Bunny” collar jiggled with the motion. My outfit could barely be qualified as clothing—it was tight enough to restrict my breathing, my boobs weren’t covered; they spilled out with just black tape over the tips.

Groans ripped out of me—low, ragged—before I could stop them. Then Lena moved. She peeled off what little clothing she had left in one fluid motion, the latex skirt sliding down her legs like liquid, the sheer top discarded somewhere behind the couch. Naked now, skin flushed and gleaming under the low lights, she crawled onto the sectional beside us. Ass up, back arched, knees spread wide on the leather. The position pushed her full breasts forward, nipples dark and tight. She glanced back over her shoulder, lips glossy and parted, tongue flicking out to wet them slowly.

I was just fifteen my wolf still a restless, half formed shadow. I was running towards the stone fountain, my heart hammering against my ribs because I had heard the scream. “Mum… mummm!” I screamed as I kept running at my best pace. I kept hearing the gurgling, desperate sound of someone losing their fight for air. I burst through the Willow branches and froze. My mother Miranda,the rightful Luna, the woman who had birthed me, was pinned face down in the freezing water of the fountain. Her fingers clawed weakly at the stone lip, her silver hair floating like dead weeds.

And I wasn’t exempt from it. Lena liked wearing next to nothing around the house, and would strategically bend over near me, and used all sorts of provocative body language. She had her own bedroom, but chose to do yoga in the living room practically nude. She’d even oil up her body, stretching with her phone set up to record her.

​AMARA'S POV ​The words hung in the damp air of the underground vault, echoing off the ancient stone blocks until my ears rang with the impossible weight of them. p​“She was the last Supreme Luna... and you have her exact eyes.” ​I froze, the breath trapped tight in my lungs. Slowly, as if moving through deep water, I turned my gaze back toward the towering mural.

“What if he thinks I’m lame? Look at him? There’s no way he hasn’t had girlfriends.” “Leticia and Ayrelles said the same thing about their mates, but it’s worked out for them.” I squeeze her hand. “Things are different now, Lena. You have the freedom to choose, but just remember this; the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. She wouldn’t have waited thousands of years to send you the wrong guy at the wrong time. Would she?” “I-I guess you’re right.” Her cheeks turn pink. “I’m just nervous.” “Completely understandable.” I nod and twist my mouth. “So, would you like me to introduce you two?”