Lena Mouse Nude Novels & Stories

Charlene furrowed her brows as she looked at the tall figure pulling her from the place. “Hey!” He did not look back nor show any sign of slowing down. “Hey! Stop! Where are you taking me?” Charlene tried pulling her arm from his grip, but it only tightened. Charlene winced in pain. The grip of a Lycan like him is enough to bruise a weak werewolf like Charlene. The man only stopped when Charlene voiced her pain. He let go of her arm and stared at her. Charlene glared at him and was about to shout at his face when she noticed his ash almond eyes and the amethyst earring on his left ear.

The loose strands of her long brown hair only served to make her appear more petite as they framed her pale face and pooled down her chest. The other woman, on the other hand, looked like a big bad bully in comparison. Standing at least five inches taller than Einas Raed's mother, she had pale blond hair that almost bordered white. The mean smirk on her lips and the resentful glare in her blue orbs formed a complete contrast against the other's weak and timid appearance. From her aura alone, I could tell she was the Lycan Leader’s Luna, and Idris Raed’s mother. “Nazia, your daughter-in-law is not well. Can we not get into an argument right now?” The petite she-wolf asked with a helpless sigh

The Luna used her powers and made an identical self with light brown hair and the features of the healer moon pack who took little Jack home. Whilst the Luna awaited for the witch, Mira to come. “So how were you sister?“ Mira asked worriedly The Luna faced towards her sister, “Mira, I need your help” “whatever it is, I'll do it, just say it” Mira smiled “I want you to erase all of Jack's memory before the age of 5 and hide yourself before Jack turns of age” Mira looked down, not wanting to say anything, she knows what that means and what it indicates.

The four of us turned to face him. “Our Luna is fine. She has no wounds that I can see. There are a few spots where there are some red marks which I have a feeling will turn into bruises.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “I watched her eyes roll back as she dropped like a lead balloon.” I pointed out.

Amaya's POV The person behind Emma is young. Maybe mid-twenties. Blonde hair, athletic build, completely unremarkable except for the way they're standing—too still, too controlled, like a predator pretending to be prey. I recognize them from the files. Project Eleven. Enhanced speed and reflexes. Capable of moving faster than the eye can track. "Let her go," I say, keeping my voice steady. "Whatever you want, it's with me. Not her."

She had never felt this exposed, this desired. Marcus stepped behind her, unzipping her dress slowly. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but thigh-high stockings, heels, and her flushed nakedness. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with their rich dark tones. Lena circled her like a predator, fingers trailing over Emma’s flat stomach, down to her dripping slit. "Look at this pretty pink pussy. So wet for black cock already."

“You’re fucking insatiable.” “Yes baby,” Lena said, with her smile on her face. “Now spread your slutty pussy on the bed for me,” Ryan growled. Lena shifted, then lowered herself carefully onto her back, settling flat against the bed. She slowly parted her legs wide, offering Ryan an unobstructed view of her exposed pussy. Ryan smirked, a dark glint in his eyes. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto the bed, positioning his face directly over her pussy. His breath warmed her skin as he pressed closer, ready to explore every inch.

Nero added, and Lena shook her head in denial. “No, I didn’t judge him…or her.” Lena chimed in, gathered her courage, and took a step forward. “It’s just…just that I have never been this close to a horse or any other animal,” Lena explained, and Nero extended his hand towards her; she stared at it for a while before accepting it and walked closer. He wrapped his hand around her waist, and she flinched a little; she was both scared and nervous. “This is my horse, Nil,” Nero introduced, and Lena nodded and scanned the place.

She hadn't broken as quickly as the other women before her, which made for quite an entertaining surprise. And her naked body was spectacular. Not enough to stir his loins, for he preferred his women far more voluptuous. But Lena, she wastiny, pale and delicate, her frame slight and limbs ever slighter. She'd made a perfect test specimen for his violent curiosities, for she bruised easily, bled freely, and her little bones were like glass.

It was, without argument, the least sexy piece of clothing ever made. She huffed. “Fine. But if I pass out, you’re responsible for my ghost.” “I’ll paint it beautifully,” he said without missing a beat. Was that… a joke? Hard to tell. Behind the screen, Lena began to peel off her layers. Jeans, shirt, socks. She paused at her bra. Her heart thundered. She thought about the models she’d drawn in class how serene they looked, how confident. And how, when she drew them, she never judged. She only saw lines and light and shadow.