Luna Ventura Nude Novels & Stories

Right now, I needed my Luna. Without thinking, I pushed open the door to her bedroom. My heart skipped a beat. She was sitting at her vanity, wearing only a short silk camisole. Her hair was clipped up, leaving her neck and shoulders fully exposed. The straps of her camisole had slid down, revealing the upper curves of her lush, heavy breasts as she applied ointment to the scratch on her chest.

Not that he ever did. "You're alive!" Cara squealed again and I looked up to see my petite maid, standing on a cliff nearby, her pretty pale face framed by black curls. She had the widest blue eyes ever and they fitted her innocence perfectly. "But your hair is all messed up! It took me an hour to get it combed perfectly, Luna!" I grinned at her whining, my liquid brown eyes twinkling in mockery, and swam farther away from her. "Cara, get into the water! It feels wonderful!"

I shook my head hard enough that my earrings jingled, trying to pull myself back into the moment. This was supposed to be a sacred celebration—the Luna Festival, a once-a-year event to honor the moon goddess. The kind of thing steeped in tradition and whispered reverence. But looking around, it was less holy ritual and more nude rave. Naked bodies—both male and female—were moving to the pounding drumbeats, swaying in strange rhythms, touching, laughing, even doing… other things I probably shouldn’t be watching. Not everyone was naked, but there were enough bare chests and swinging parts to make my eyes dart all over the place, unsure where it was safe to look.

Claudia in the armchair opposite, legs crossed, notes on her lap. Cameras whir to life. Red lights blink on. In some control rooms, a countdown reaches zero. “We’re live in three, two…” a voice whispers. Claudia looks at the camera. “Buonasera,” she says. “Tonight, in an exclusive conversation, we speak with global recording artist Luna Valentine—whose real name, as many of you have now learned, is Luna Valentina Rossi‑Moretti—and the man the world has been calling her ‘mafia husband’: businessman Dante Moretti.”

‘A new member perhaps. Vera's gaze travelled to the exposed skin on her neck and legs. Berta had been wearing a short one-piece when she tried to jump. Her legs had marks of force holding, nails and even teeth. Her neck had lots of bites and hickeys, clearly showing that she had been ràped. Despite being a Luna, her marks and blemishes didn't fade because of her emotions. They were spiraling and in this weak state, her body refused to heal.

I watch as Luna takes off her shirt. As usual, she is in breathable pants, a t-shirt, and a sports bra. Many of the WC wolves gasp as they see how ripped Luna is. Which, of course, makes Luna smirk. Luna loves showing off her achievements from hours at the gym. The lady is shredded but womanly. My mate's eyes are round with shock and fear. Ace growls, he is torn between respecting Luna and our mate being in danger.

She’s not the kind of woman who deserves to be fucked in the filth of our place. Luna peels off my black sweatshirt and slides under the covers, and fucking hell, but I think I’m going to explode at the sight of her pretty little body stretched out on my sheets, not a stitch of clothes on it. All that time, she didn’t even have panties under the shirt. Her skin is milky white, her body emaciated but with just enough curves to say she’s a woman, old enough to mate. Her mound is covered with a sleek pelt of hair, and her tight little tits are tipped with pink nipples just begging to be sucked. It’s all I can do not to dive between her skinny thighs and suck that sweet pink pussy until she scre

We had to take baths in the stream to rid us of it all. Instead of answering her, I pulled the tunic she brought for me in the rucksack over my head, then yelled for Cherum to come over. “I know you’ve seen naked women before,” I smirked as he continued averting his gaze. He tripped on a large rock while walking over to us because of it. “I have, but you’re my Luna, lass. I’ve never seen you naked, nor do I desire to.” “Why not?” Beretta smacks my butt harshly, making me yelp and Val growl. “She looks quite exquisite in the nude. Our captain has had to order the men not to gaze at her because of how captivating she is?”

When Joshua pushed the door open, he saw her squatting on the ground in her underwear, her back facing him. Her skin was paler than snow, a stark contrast with the bruise on her waist inflicted by Aura’s kick. The man frowned. “What are you doing?” Luna stiffened as she heard the male voice that filled the room. She stood up instinctively and turned to face him. “Mr. Lynch.” Wearing nothing but a white bra, her shapely figure was all too alluring. Her features were already exquisitely carved, and coupled with her fully-exposed curves, she was a sight to behold.

Gush! The moon was full, the calm breeze flashed into my face. I took slow steps into the quiet place. The gentle sound of night insects pierced the air. I saw a fireplace. I walked to the place and sat. My eyes fell on the phones and headset on the floor. I knew someone must be here. But I didn’t mind. I sat down beside the flames and enjoyed the warmth it made me feel. A calm song “Lonely” by Justin Bieber was blaring from the stranger's phone. I sat there and enjoyed the moment.