Lyra Crow Naked Novels & Stories

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

I was ready to release but I was prevented from doing so by an unwelcome interruption. “MUM! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” came a loud shrill voice. Catherine was stood there with her mouth agog looking stern. She was however still completely naked. It's hard to take anyone seriously when they're naked and whilst Catherine was seething with anger and rage the fact I could see her young pert tits, tiny pink nipples and tidy bush softened the blow completely. Catherine’s mother released my cock from her tits and stood up. Completely unphased by Catherine's presence “Catherine let me show you how it’s done.

It was raining cat and dogs and the thunder clapped giving room for fear. "Why do you have to separate the two?" "Because that's what i have to do." Then the thunder rumbled loudly. "And they must never come together." NISHA’S POV The five of them were positioned around me, naked and I bit my lower lip, ready to be devoured by these hot men. Looking at each disk, I could feel myself wanting them inside of me, immediately. There were a lot of foreplay, and just as they all they positioned their dick in every hole in my body, I woke up instantly.

Someone had just been sold and it seemed to be a big one, by the whoops the men gave. My eyes locked with green eyes in the stage. Lyla. She stood in the center, bare and trembling under the lights, her black hair spilling wild down her back. Her arms bore the fresh evidence of wounds, scars cut like tally marks across her skin. A collar gleamed cruelly at her throat. And yet—despite it all—she stood straight, her chin trembling but lifted, as if her body refused to bow even while they sold her soul. Lyla looked at me, her eyes hollow yet calling for me. They flicker to my side and sure enough, she notices Leilani's claws digging into me. Her eyes widened then narrowd on my face again.

Her pussy glistened, swollen and ready. Victoria Nyxar stood at the center like a demon queen ascending her throne. She was completely naked except for her black silk tie still knotted loosely around her neck. Her own monstrous futa cock with a huge, swelling knot at the base, throbbed angrily, the head already dripping with potent, infernal seed.

Lyra She ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the process, leaving me completely naked from the waist down. Nadia stood back up. She grabbed my bare waist and hoisted me directly onto the top of the polished desk.

Eirlys Lumi, The soft fabric of lingerie hit the floor, exposing my pale skin in front of the moonlit window as I walked barefoot. The marble floor was cold beneath my feet, the chill creeping up my legs while the pale silver light spilled across my skin. Behind me stood the Alpha of Siverty, a barbaric wolf land. The smell of paint filled the room, thick and sharp, mixing with the faint scent of oil and wood. The rustling sounds of the trees outside moved with the wind, their shadows swaying slowly against the curtains. Somewhere in the hallway, a door shut with a dull sound that echoed faintly through the quiet mansion.

The cold water calmed me, I closed my eyes, ready to enjoy the feel of the moment. "I didn't think that anyone would be here" I heard a cold and icy voice from behind me. I wiped my eyes and turned to get a clear view of the strange voice that I had heard. Lyra stood there, clad in her underwear and a flimsy robe. She looked different, not like the meek and sweet girl she acted like in front of Rowan. It was crazy how no one else could see through her, the hatred in her eyes for me felt so raw that I flinched.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

She pressed a hand to her thigh and hissed. The gash was deep. Too deep. And it wasn’t healing. Not even a little. The edges were swollen, dark, and angry. “What the hell…” she whispered to herself. A rustle sounded behind her. She glanced back to see that Kaelan had also shifted. Lyra jerked, instinctively trying to cover herself, not out of modesty, but out of sheer awareness. They were both nude. Both vulnerable. Both exposed in a way that made her skin prickle.