Nikki Blades Nude Novels & Stories

I found it a little funny when he referred to Silver Moon territory as enemy territory considering that they didn’t make us their enemy, we did. It was ironic. I hopped out of the passenger seat and walked towards the boot where Niko was. He was rummaging through the items in the boot, looking for something. As I came into his view, he tossed a black knife holster to me which I caught instinctively. “Put that on.” I scoffed, “I don’t need this, Niko,” I stretched out my hand and popped out my claws, “I’ve got this.” Niko sighed, closing the boot, “It’s just a signature look thing,” he gestured to the others who were standing a few feet away from the vehicle, “we all have one.”

I gasped. Though his head didn’t move, I felt his eyes on me for a second, then he dragged the blade out just as mercilessly as he stuck it in. A single look was enough to convey his thought because the next moment his men were moving, they dragged the intruders out of the room heading in the direction of the study. Glaring at the floor, Niko wipes the bloody blade on the sleeves of his jacket, then the blade disappears into his sleeve, where he likely strapped the sheath to his wrist. It seems I was the only one who didn’t think to come armed.

I glance around the enormous house, “I don't think I'm made for places like this.” “I know. My brother is so possessive, he won't want you to mingle with this kind of crowd.” She flung her hair back with a seductive smile on her face. Nikki is putting on a black bum-short with a green crop top. However, instead of combat boots, she's putting on black sneakers. “Why?” “Uh, nothing.” She parked the car and exited the car. “We are here to party hard. You don't have to think of your husband.” She winked at me, “come on, love.”

Nikki, Sweet, and Lee were sisters from the same well of pleasure. Nikki was the funniest and had black hair. Sweet kept brown hair and always came up with new styles. While Lee had gold hair. They chatted among themselves excitedly in the room as they waited for Ray Dantley. Dressed in bikini wear, they moved to the bed in anticipation. Lee shared their roles whenever they had a foursome and she rehearsed it over again.

And I couldn’t think of a man more perfect than the one I have tonight. But my smile faded when I saw a bunch of girls approaching Blade. Some of them even undid the first three buttons of their blouses, deliberately exposing their cleavage. “Hi! Can we get your phone number-“ “You can but not now,” Blade replied without looking at the girls. His eyes were focused on the ice cream since it was his turn now. “Then when? We would really love to see you again-” “Sure. Let’s do that… in our next lifetime.”

she says, cheeks burning. I push her onto her back, yank the panties off in one motion. She’s completely shaved, lips already puffy and wet. “Look at that,” I say to the camera. “Little sis is soaked for big brother’s cock.” Katie whimpers, “Please be gentle…” I shove my sweatpants down. My cock springs out, thick and already dripping. Chat loses it. > “tip 500 he’s huge” > “tip 1000 wreck her”

"Someone helped me treat this place before. A woman." I picked up the knife and a piece of cotton. For some reason, my fingers felt unsteady, a faint tremor I couldn’t immediately suppress. "Turned out she was a twenty-year-old girl. An Omega and..." My heart skipped. He knew. "She is my new Luna." The knife nearly slipped from my grip, but I tightened my hold around it, forcing control back into my fingers. "What do you think about it, Violet?" "That’s a lot of coincidences."

Nico was always in charge. Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up from my homework and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand. Her hair was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Nico unbuttoned the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple streak.

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.