Lilith Fury Nude Novels & Stories

Giving a touch that makes them fall into disgrace. "Just playing around?" Lilith chuckled in amusement as she swaggered her bright red hair behind her shoulders. "I'm not just going to play with that girl. I'm going to eliminate her until there's nothing left of that weak human." Anger returned to Lilith's face as she recalled all the things Felen had done since her arrival.

He will suffer a slow, agonizing death on the ground as blood trickling down his body. Aarya’s beautiful brown eyes are wide with anger and tears. Her once elegant sari was now stained and tattered, mirroring the destruction left in the wake of the battle. Her long, flowing hair danced in the wind, a visual representation of the storm brewing within her. Her hands were on her side as she walked towards Lilith. She looked like the warrior Goddess, Kali. Aarya’s eyes locked with Lilith’s, seeing genuine fear in her eyes. Kat held Lilith firmly as she kneeled on the ground with her hands tied behind her back. “No...no...no,” Lilith struggled in Kat’s hold, her voice trembling.

“Let see then.” She keeps on walking away from Cassandra, her anger stirred within her that overpowered her. If she could only rage at Cassandra and throw her a ball of fire in her face and spell her and turn into a frog, she would do that. But then she keeps control of her temper. There’s no reason to fight back against Cassandra. She needs her until her plans will succeed. Lilith flew back to Lady Brume’s office using her magic broom and, from the window of the room, she watched Thana. Just like she felt a while ago, she was simmering with anger. Her frustration to reveal Thana’s identity almost kicked herself confidence and pride.

Static fluttered and faded… and then a new video appeared on the monitor. But they hadn’t put in a tape. Lydia froze, the hair on the back of her neck standing upright. The footage was grainy. Black and white. But unmistakable. Lilith. Not a photo. A video. She was bound to a chair, but her head was lifted, her mouth twisted in a smirk like she knew she was being watched. Like she wanted it. “You think fire scares me?” she whispered into the lens. “I am the f*cking fire.”

The music echoed forward from the background, this time it was more than an underlaid music. At the point of chorus, "I've always liked to play with fire.." Lilith looked at her fingers and saw them chopped off. There seemed to be a little hole in her chest, like a stab, which she felt the obvious pain of. Her clothing was of a sloth kind as she was in a transparent robe apparel.

One is now working more deliberately. Fear piercing and icy, clutches my chest. Though I'm not clear what's inside me, it's strong. too robust. And you're starving. Blood, conflict, ancient power flashes behind my eyes—memory not belonging to me. A name speaks to me softly. Goddess Lilith. My body trembles. I do not go by that name. hers is it. From inside, a power leaps around my body like a ghostly chain. I attempt to back it off by gritting my teeth.

I whispered in her ear, licking her ear lobe, “I... I think Mel and your brother are probably getting suspicious about our lengthy disappearance.” “I know what you want Lil, let me help you,” “Do you? Listen, I don't know who you think you are, coming up in here thinking I am an easy whore, but guess what I am a virgin who is probably never going to have sex, and I am ok with that, I don't know why everyone seems to think I want to get boned, I am fine.” She vented. “Lilith I can tell by the way you're pressing your legs together, that you're turned on, I can make you feel good, Just allow me to”

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Ethan’s camera clicked rapidly. “Wow,” Mom beamed. “You look incredible! Ethan, make sure you get the side profile.” He stepped closer, adjusting the angle. His voice dropped low enough that only I could hear. “Fuck, Lily… I can see how wet you still are.” Click. “Those thighs… I want them wrapped around my head again.” I bit my lip hard, fighting the flush spreading across my chest. Mom was adjusting lights, completely oblivious. Next came the bikinis. Tiny string pieces in tropical colors and metallic gold. I felt naked under the bright lights as I posed on a white chaise they’d brought in. Ethan knelt for lower angles, his gaze burning between my legs.

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.