Morgana Robinson Nude Novels & Stories

Morgan was kneeling on the bed, and the belt of her robe was loosely tied. When she impulsively lunged forward, she overextended. Already slightly exposed from the loose robe, her chest was now fully exposed. Standing opposite her, Bennett looked down at the person rushing toward him. He couldn't help but see everything he shouldn't have seen. He forgot how to react. Morgan lowered her head and saw her exposed chest. Her face turned blood red, and she quickly tightened her robe. "Bennett, avert your eyes!"

She was smoking and making rings with smoke. "Look at her breasts Den, they are so flat. There size must be around 20-25. And our customers need 50 plus size.Help her to enlarge them. And her ass is round and good no need to change it. As for her pu**y, it is very tight. Suck it or fuck it, just make it bulge out. Take her now" Maira said and dismissed them. Celestine who was listening all this, felt fear creeping in her heart. She was not naive to not understand where she was standing.

She said licking her lips. Morgana entered into the building and he followed after her. "But no one actually sees me naked and live to tell the story". Morgana said as she stopped in the living room. "No big deal my lady i won't tell anyone". "Good". Only if he knew the meaning of that sentence. She took off her cloths and turned back slowly. "But that's the last thing you see you know, Congratulations you saw princess Morgana Naked ". She Whispered. Even before he could think of analyzing what she just said, Morgana pulled out the gun from the holster and released two shots into his chest.

August and Sigrid’s errand could wait. Morgana stood and slid the panties slowly down until they puddled around her ankles, stepping out carefully. “Lay on the edge of the bed and show me how you touch yourself,” he freed his c-ck from the coarse fabric that contained it, and gripped himself, masturbating to the sight of his mate. He was pleased when she lay back on the bed, her hair a dark spill of silk on the bedspread, and hooked her heels on the base, spreading her knees to reveal her secrets, a rose opening, her fingers stroking through the petals to part them for his eyes before toying with her clit.

I heard myself moan, wishing that I were a stronger man who could resist the temptation in front of me, and the one that continued to grind against my heaving cock. “Do you like my body?” Morgan asked, peering down at me, her sinfully beautiful face highlighted by a bright, bold smile. She stepped closer to where I sat, and continued to knead her tits between her fingers, squeezing and pulling at her hard, round nipples. Her hands ran down to the flat of her stomach, before slipping into the thin elastic waistband of her tiny skirt. “oooh,” she moaned quietly, as her hand slipped into her thin panties.

"Heather, don't cry, please! I would never hurt you like this!" Morgan stirs at the voices. He stretches and smiles, his manhood on full display. He sees his beautiful mate across the room and winks. Morgan's face falls as he sees tears fall down Heather's face. Why was she clothed? Didn't they just....? Morgan turns flips to his side and stumbles away. His best friend is sitting next to him, with only Nathaniel's jacket covering her. "What the hell?!" He shrieks at her. "Why are we naked, Selene!?"

She blushed fiercely when he looked at her in confusion as if he didn't understand her, but she knew he was messing with her, seeing the mischief underneath that seductive gaze of his. “Like this?” Morgan asked, touching her in a teasing manner with her clothes on. He touched her hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure what she was talking about. “No,... My clothes... Take them off; I want your hands on my skin,” she said breathlessly, letting out pants in between. “That's wild. Are you sure?” Morgan asked in feigned hesitation. Looking at her with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Because if you get naked right here in front of me, I can't promise the beast within me can be tamed.”

A shiver of desire overcame the trio as she slowly looked up, and then she took off her robe. Morgana's breath caught in her throat as the fog finally cleared from her brain. She was standing in the snow, facing three golden mountains. 'Wait one minute; they aren't golden mountains..good lord! They are three mountains of gold!' The Seductress had never seen so much wealth amassed in one place in all her life, and that was saying something. Then her eyes honed in on three more gorgeous treasures, walking towards her, and subconsciously she licked her lips as a come hither smile played upon her kissable mouth. The men were identical, of Asian descent with jet black hair and mouthwatering abs,

Chapter 6 Morgana’s POV: I ran a hand over my black gown, smoothing out invisible wrinkles as I examined my reflection. The V-neck hugged my curves, while the long slit along my right leg gave just enough allure without being too revealing. “Everything is perfect.” I said, to my reflection. Tonight, I would no longer be the woman hiding in the shadows, secretly aiding Xavier from behind the scenes. Tonight, I would step forward and take my place beside him, no matter how much he tried to keep me sheltered.

"It gives people a reason to fight together. It gives them something worth dying for." --- Morgana watched from a distance, her ancient eyes unreadable. She sat on a large stone at the edge of the camp, her purple robes pooled around her, her white hair stirring in a wind that no one else could feel. She had been watching for hours, never moving, never speaking. "You have done something remarkable here," she said quietly as Lena approached. Her voice was soft, almost gentle, nothing like the ice and honey of their first meeting. "Something I have not seen in ten thousand years."