Nell Verlaque Nude Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

"Turn around Lancelot. Keep the skirt up - I want to see your ass." Lancelot swivelled, perhaps relieved to be turning away, but Neville suspected that Lancelot was beginning to enjoy the realisation of his desire. The dress may have been slightly loose, but the black French-cut panties fit neatly, the light reflecting erotically across the curves of his ass. Neville ran his fingers across the smooth material, trailing down the crack of Lancelot's butt, slipping two fingers between his legs to find the stretched material encasing Lancelot's testicles. "Turn around". As he spoke, he realised how dry his throat was.

I breathed out. “Oh, but your n.pples are calling out to me. So loudly,” he whispered in a voice that made my blood tingle, and I gasped. I looked down and sure enough, I could see the outline of my nip.ples through my loose t-shirt, hard and erect. Begging to be tasted by him. And knowing that he knew it too... it irritated me to no end. “You want any help with that, Vera?” His voice was temptation. I almost screamed Yes, please!

Never had either of them felt such a rapidly intense desire and neither of them wished to see it end, with their attire cast aside and left piled amid the flower bed, their nude bodies were exposed to the elements as well as the open air. Alain positioned his body between the slender thighs of a panting Noreen much like he had during their previous encounter, eyes of blazing hazel remained fixated upon the newly freed shapely round breasts that lined her chest as they bounced with each motion of his intense thrusts that saw their way to driving his throbbing appendage deeper into the warmth he sought to recall.

‘What,’ she asked through gritted teeth, ‘is a nénuphar? Now Nero’s head was between her legs. ‘A nénuphar,’ he whispered, ‘is a water lily.’ His hands were somehow all over her, pressing more urgently on her skin, stroking her and filling her with strange sensations. And he was speaking in short, staccato bursts, his tongue now forming a word, now darting forward to taunt her clitoris and tease her vulva. ‘It is also .. . the slang word ... fora vagina. A pretty word ... is it not?’

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

"Did you kill him?" Verena was panting as she checked on Nelo, now lying in his bed, passed out still. Zoren rolled his eyes as she looked up. It’s obvious that he hates how Verena was so worried about a man who literally just tried to harm her.

I moan as I brush my wet hair back and lift my face up to the cascading waters. “Yes. This is my favourite place in the pack.” “I see why that is.” I respond as I begin to wipe my body clean the best way I can, without pulling off my dress. “If we had a waterfall in our pack, I would have—oh my God!” My eyes widen when it settles on Veronica's nude body. Even though I whirl around and slam my eyes shut, the image of Veronica's naked body becomes ingrained in my mind's eye against my wishes. Veronica laughs, as if she's completely having fun at my expense.

Camilla replied. “Fuck him.”Vincenzo said and Camilla giggles where heard, slightly fading. ****************************************************** The flicking of camera lights, and the sound that came from it indicating for changing of pose. Francesa stood at the mist of all the cameras and Camera men, and stuffs making sure everything is ok for the photo shoot. She wore ripped blue jeans, and a multi colored jack that’s unzipped. She had no bra on, and the jack covered her nipples and half of her breast. Leaving the rest for the eyes to see.