Lucky Lilah Nude Novels & Stories

The entire floor belonged to her now. Lila Harper stood naked in the center of the open-plan executive lounge, wrists cuffed behind her back with sleek black leather restraints. Her massive 13-inch futa cock stood painfully hard, veins pulsing, the fat head still leaking thick strings of precum onto the polished marble floor. Her pussy dripped openly down her thighs. Around her, eleven other senior executives — all women, all ambitious, all beautiful — were stripped completely bare and arranged in a wide circle on their knees.

Lila and Sophia danced for me like they were born to please. Lila had long, dark hair that swayed with every movement, full red lips, heavy breasts that bounced as she spun, and a round, firm ass that jiggled enticingly. Sophia had blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders, bright blue eyes full of mischief, a leaner athletic body with perky breasts and long, toned legs that looked endless. Both were completely naked.

Their parents would return by evening. Lila slipped on a tiny crop top and micro shorts with no panties underneath. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. She knew she was playing with fire. She found Ryder in the basement gym when he returned, shirtless and sweaty, lifting weights. The moment he saw her, his eyes darkened with hunger. “Look at you,” he smirked, setting the dumbbells down. “Coming to me instead of waiting to be used. My little blackmail slut is finally breaking.”

We couldn't find them anywhere. Late that night, I was lying alone in my hospital bed, scrolling through the pack's internal social network, Pack Net. Suddenly, a video made my breath catch in my throat. It was on Lilah's Pack Net profile. A new post. She was wearing Cade’s white button-down shirt, standing on the terrace of our penthouse apartment. Moonlight cascaded over her long hair as she cradled a fluffy silver pup. I could hear the shower running in his bathroom. His tie was tossed on the floor.

The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

Her nails trail along my skin as I slip my hands up under her top. She pulls one of my hands away and guides it down to her jeans. They were already unfastened and down over her hips. My hand slips right into her damp panties. She groans as my fingers hit her damp spot. The sounds of her enjoyment has my dick pushing against my jeans begging to be freed. Her hands finally release me. She wraps them tightly around my cock, sliding them up and down, making my dick spasm under her touch. Lilah changes her position and leans over me, wrapping her lips against my throbbing hard on.

Lifting his hands to her shoulders, he tried to push her down to the sofa. He had no luck as Lila planted her feet and pushed him down instead. Pure lust swam in her eyes, making them dim. She started unbuttoning her shirt and once that was out of the way, she moved to her skirt. Wiggling her ass, she pushed the skirt all the way down and stepped out of it. All she had on beneath her clothes was a green, balconette bra. With a few frantic movements of her hands, she got rid of that, leaving her completely naked and horny to a point of no return.

“Shut up.” Clothes came off in pieces. Maya’s top ripped. Bra unhooked and tossed. Lira’s dress hit the floor and she stood there naked, perfect, almost too perfect. Smooth skin, nipples dark and tight, a thin trail of hair leading down to a bare, glistening cunt. Between her legs something else flickered for a second—shadow, scales, gone before Maya could focus.

Lisa listened while fiddling with the stringlet and hoping neither of them would mention Prince Rillon but thankfully the whole escapade seemed to have passed without anyone else knowing. In the early hours Mira came in, obviously drunk and very merry. She sunk into the chair across from lisa and immediately helped herself to left overs. Lisa pulled her blanket around her and smiled as Mira told them all about the great time she’d had going into minute detail as Nela and Indi teased her.

But now, with them all gone, with all of the other changes, she was beautiful, and that wasn't a word she would have ever picked to refer to herself before. After stripping off her pajama to get a better look at herself, Lilith peered once more into the mirror. She could hardly believe the reflection in the mirror was her. She twirled around before something red caught her eye. She looked closer, trying to see what had caught her attention. She gasped loudly, partly in shock, partly in horror, as she caught sight of what had caught the overhead light—some Unknown marking covering parts of her upper back and the sides of her arms. They looked like tattoos so she could use them as a cover stor