Nala The Ninja Nude Novels & Stories

Evander’s POV "You cannot do this to me!" Nalani screeches, her no longer tearful eyes blown wide. "I am the Luna of this pack and I will not be treated like some sort of common criminal." She lifts her chin – regal, arrogant, stunningly beautiful – and the image that immediately comes to my mind is a coral snake. So colorful. So deadly. "No one is treating you like a criminal," I say as patiently as possible. "But your refusal to comply is suspicious."

"Oh good. You're done." Something hot and ugly twisted in my chest. "You're whoring her around my kingdom?" The words came out low and mean. "Is that your grand plan for figuring out which side of your vision she falls on?" Nala snapped her magazine shut and looked at me. "Well, I came to test the waters." She stood up slowly and tucked the magazine under her arm. "And seeing as you're calling your prisoner having a little bit of fun 'whoring,' then I guess I have to say you're right. I’m guilty."

He was very casual with his near-nudity as he got up without trying to cover himself. Napalunok si Mina habang pilit na iniaalis ang paningin sa matipunong katawan ng lalaki. Nanunuyo ang lalamunan niya at kumakabog nang husto ang kanyang dibdib. Giniginaw siya na hindi niya mawari gayong gumigiti ang butil-butil na pawis sa kanyang noo at leeg. Her trembling fingers clutched the bedsheet against her heaving breasts as she followed his fluid movements with her nervous gaze.

On the bank of the beautiful, colorful river, bathed in moonlight, kneels a naked Nufira, actively working her mouth on Kays’ cock with enthusiastic smacking noises. For a second, I even think it might be some hallucination in my head, and I forcefully close my eyes. But when I open them, the scene remains the same.

The voice of my conscience chuckled inside my head, and then it buzzed, 'I wonder what Zach would do if he found out you were naked in the presence of his father and other handful of males! Hell no, I would melt just from his dark glare. "N-no, there's no need for it, ma'am." I insisted but the other girls already had my hands raised up. My nipples hardened instantaneously as cool air wrapped around my body. I closed my thighs together as my lungs turned stone-hard still, not sucking oxygen in. I was completely naked with the men turning the other side. Luna Natalie quickly slipped the gown on and let it drop to my feet on the bed. It was a perfect fit, and from how it clung to my skin, I ca

At this point, everyone standing below could see them clearly. Nala slowly took off her veil, and the black and red scabs on her face were displayed in front of an audience for the first time. There was a hiss as everyone took a sharp breath of air. Some even covered their eyes! It was truly terrifying. No matter how beautiful Nala's eyes were, they couldn't overshadow the scars on her face. Even looking at her for over a few seconds would upset the audience. Nala was suffering from pure humiliation as she stood there. On the other hand, Joanna was laughing so hard she could barely cover her mouth. This had all been agreed upon and thus had to be seen through to the end.

"Madam, Nala is sending you some strength. Don't shiver, okay? Don't be afraid!" Lena's nose tingled, and tears welled up. She had to muster all her strength not to lose composure in front of Nala. "Thank you, Nala. I am not cold anymore." Lena's voice unexpectedly turned gentle, even surprising herself. "Nala, can you tell me why you were crying just now?" "They want to pierce me..." "Does that mean you're feeling sick?" Nala looked at her pitifully and pointed at her abdomen. "My tummy hurts..."

Nala mind-links me. "I'm trying to," I say, but Damon would have none of it. "Change." "Uhm...you do realize I'll be naked?" "Just do it fast." "Fine." I change and turn. Nala runs to the back of a tree, and that gives me the chance to get dressed. She comes out fully dressed and bites her nails. She does that whenever she is nervous. "That was weird," she says. "I know right...it's okay, it does not mean anything," I say and catch her smile drop, or at least I think that is what I saw.

She was resilient and in this moment I loved that about her. 'Maybe I like those things too.' she had said and now some part of me was wondering if she meant that or was she just teasing me. My blood roared at the memory. Baby, you have no idea what you got yourself into, I thought, shutting the door behind me. Nala stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing a two piece black lingerie and a half nervous expression. With her doe eyes and innocent features, she resembled a sacrificial virgin awaiting defilement. She looked incredible, standing there in only nothing but lingerie and some high heels. How could I say no to this. She was perfection.

My steps faltered, curiosity getting the better of me, as my eyes darted towards the source of the commotion. There, amidst the moonlit courtyard, Marcel and Maverick engaged in a breath-taking sparring session. My breath hitched in my throat as I beheld their magnificent forms. They stood shirtless, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat, their abs not only exposed but perfected. I couldn't help but be proud of being their mate and calling them mine and the strength that emanated from them.