Lilah Anne Nude Novels & Stories

I stayed on the huge bed, heart hammering, legs pressed together like that could hide how soaked I was. Minutes later she returned with her friend—tall, curvy, same age, skin glowing, wearing a short silk robe that gaped open to reveal heavy breasts even bigger than my stepmom’s and a neatly trimmed bush above thick outer lips already shiny with arousal. Her name was Lila, but she told me to call her “Auntie” while she smirked. “Look at this pretty little hate-slut,” Lila said, eyes raking over my naked body. “You weren’t kidding—she’s dripping already.”

“Why did you jump in the water?” “I did not jump!” Anna murmurs. “I fell…” “Fell? How the hell did you fall? That too naked-” Lavi trails off as if he realized something. His eyes slowly trail to the beautiful girl in front of him who is stark naked. Her skin is glowing like a pearl and she looks unearthly at that moment. He cannot help but ogle at her while fighting off the urge to claim her right there. Hearing his words, Anna also realized something. His hand is still on her breast…

I almost dropped my phone when the image finally loaded. Annie was lying on her side in bed, photographed from an angle that showed only her body—perfect curves highlighted by black lingerie that contrasted beautifully against her skin. The soft morning light spilled in through the window, creating shadows that made the whole thing even more intimate, even more tempting. The framing left out her face, but somehow that made the picture even sexier, more mysterious.

I shook my head, "You keep hiding it all to yourself." "Abby, I... I don't understand what you're talking about." "You don't understand? Huh?" I scoffed. "Tell me, Delilah, what's so confusing about what I just said? You're a prostitute, Delilah." "I'm not a prostitute." "Then prove to me why you are putting on that outfit. Or would I say, you're a stripper, aren't you? Camila?" She took her gaze off mine, shame stained her face as she stared down at her fingers. "I didn't want you to find out this way."

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

it crooned. “Shenanigans,” I said. “Many are afoot tonight,” the gargoyle said wistfully. He retracted back up, and the boy opened the door for me. I stepped into the entrance hall to find nude and semi-nude figures sprawled across the floor and furniture. I recognized the incubus twins from the Beard Society, their arms around a short, round succubus. All three were asleep. Several lilitu sat in a circle in a corner, smoking hookah. Further on, Matilda stood at an easel, painting what lay before her: a grinning satyr lying on a divan. He had a huge belly, a huge beard, and a huge reason to look so cheerfully confident.

" Moon Goddess. This woman would be the death of me. As I began eating, Lilith quietly sat on the couch nearby. And that was when I made the mistake of my eyes wandering... Completely innocent at first, until they weren't... Lilith was still wearing her nightdress. Probably because she'd rushed out of her room to bring me breakfast before changing. And as she sat there... One leg crossed over the other... The soft fabric had ridden slightly upward. Exposing her thighs. I froze. My spoon stopped halfway to my mouth.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

She is stunning. A black dress split at the thigh, bare back, simple yet elegant hairstyle. She moves with that natural confidence that drives me wild. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I curse myself for what I'm feeling. Especially in front of Cassandre, who clings to my arm with a tight smile. Lucas is already there, chatting with Lior. Cassandre quickly slips away to join Anaëlle, leaving me alone. And that's when I see them: Lyra and Daniel.

I finally say, Seraphine moaned louder like a challenge. Lilia’s jaw clenched. “I said show me,” I repeated. “Take off your dress.” And she did. No hesitation, No shame, Just lifted the nightgown over her head and stood there bare, flushed, trembling. Her nipples were darker than her sister’s, and her body was the kind of soft that begged to be gripped. She wasn’t as bold, no but she was just as hungry. I saw it in the way her thighs pressed together. The way her breath hitched when my eyes ran down her body.