Nikki Blades Nude Novels & Stories

As if he didn't hear her words, Nov kept on staring at her smooth skin and feminine curves as she laid on the floor of the shack, naked and vulnerable, he wanted her so bad, she was too good to wait, and a virgin too, but something told him that he didn't have any time to waste. "Give me the blades, Nicholas." Nov gestured for his toy who frowned and moved to hand him the small blades which were made of volcanic glass and submerged in demons' venom, the one they gathered from the children they killed, while deliberately stepping on the girl's leg, making her hiss in pain.

It also has two white lines in each side, and 'Lumiere Academy' were written in between it. Nathan looked at the person beside him who was busily drinking her own bottle of water. He then noticed the droplets of water falling from Nikka's hair going to her neck. She just had finished washing her face before she went to him. “Hey, Nicks why'd you cut your hair in such extreme? It exposed your ear and nape.” he curiously asked.

For starters, Buffy was clearly older than the rest. "Do you have any weapons on you?" Niki glared. "Yes - do you want to see my Concealed Weapon permits?" Buffy remained serene. "Nice and slow," Niki told Buffy as her hand came to rest on the grip of her 9 mm. Nikita was off-duty so this was an awkward situation. "You have girlfriends with guns?" Brooke gasped. She seemed excited. Libra was uncertain.

Together, they were a force unstoppable by any ordinary foe. --- The Dance of Blades The courtyard had become a battlefield of shadows and steel. Every movement demanded precision; every strike was a gamble with life itself. Seraphina’s heart pounded, each beat echoing like a drum of war. She and Kai moved together with uncanny synergy, reading each other’s motions without a word.

She was completely naked, her dark hair wild around her shoulders. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she sank down onto him. Blade’s cock was long and brutally hard, stretching her visibly with every downward motion. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her. Tanya’s breasts bounced with each thrust. She rubbed them together wantonly, pinching her own nipples as she moaned loudly. “Yes… just like that,” Tanya gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. “Fill me, Blade. Make me your Luna.” Blade’s gray eyes were half-lidded, his jaw tight. He thrust up into her harder, the wet sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the room.

“Nikki here is the daughter of our former male and female lead warriors. She has excellent hand to hand combat skills. But if you think I am going easy on her, why don’t you give it a try?” AA smiled and said, “Don’t mind if I do.” And he stripped off his shirt walking towards me. I smiled at AA and said, “Now don’t go easy on me. I may need this in an actual attack.” “Not in my nature. I won't spare you the bruises like lover boy here.” Frankie growled and I just glared at him.

I lean back in my chair, the prominent bulge of my erection in plain sight. "That would be ideal, but all shows are different, with no consistent people or locations. Nice dream though." Nikki puts her hands on the bottom hem of her shirt and pulls it off, letting it flutter to the floor. She has a white half-cup, bra, open netting with lace on the sides. Her breasts are full and round. Her nipples sit long and proud above the cup. She is still looking out the window. "Not true, Daddy." 'Daddy' again. We are there. That so-called elephant in the room. We both know exactly what she is talking about.

The blade inched forward half an inch, the sharp tip nearly piercing his skin. Pain spread faintly along his neck. Yet Nick didn't flinch. His brow remained calm and unshaken. "As long as it's what she wants to see… I'll do it," he said.

Alyssa My pulse skyrockets as Niko reaches for the sharp knife on the table, kneeling down in front of me. I remain perfectly still as he brings the blade to my shirt, slicing it open in one swift movement. The sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room. He rips it from my shoulders like it's made of paper, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.