Nyla_green Nudes Novels & Stories

Jenna couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. She had tried too hard to act like a lady, but it hadn’t worked out. She noticed Clay from across the table, smiling at her; he was handsome. He had black hair, green eyes, a body to die for.-Abs, and many muscles.

My mouth was full, still I couldn’t stop some from dripping out of the corners of my mouth. My numb hands gave way just as I felt both moans explode with hard groans. I felt drops on my hair, shoulders, boobs….everywhere I was panting…we all were. Someone took off my blindfolds. All three were staring at me with heavy breaths and lust. “Now you look like a slut.” Green announced with a proud grin. As if on cue, a line of cum dripped from my boob down to my stomach. My smile was triumphant….I feel like a slut.

Waiting. Someone who mattered had noticed her. Not the usual bottom-feeders, not the Cassians of the world. Someone who understood what moved in the dark. Nyxara stood at the heart of her penthouse gym, a place stripped of every luxury, every distraction. Concrete floor biting her bare feet, sweat beading on her brow and dripping from her fists. Her hands, wrapped tight, a memory of old wounds and harder lessons. No mirrors, no music—just an immaculate rack of weapons and the kind of open space that made violence inevitable.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

“Unforgivable.” “Right?!” Leyla looks vindicated. “Anyway, Aria tried to be nice at first, but the guy was staring at her coochie, and then the woman started going full Hulk mode.” A strange green feeling creeps up on me, too. “Leyla,” Aria groans, muffled. “Please stop.” She tries to hide her flustered face even more with her hands. I notice the porcelain skin, the manicured hands, the green nail polish, and the fullness of her tits, and my dick decides to make a move.

Because Nerites is breeding me again. His tentacles are everywhere, thick ones pinning my wrists above my head, thinner ones coiled around my thighs, keeping me spread open against the cold glass. One massive tentacle is buried in my ass, another even thicker is pounding my cunt, and his ridged cock is sliding between them, taking turns, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every pulse. Lightning forks across the sky and lights up my swollen belly that's round and glowing bright with his eggs, making me look like something out of the filthiest hentai.

Alexandre I look at the screen. And I feel the ground slip away. The blue light of the projector illuminates Lyra's face, frozen on pause, just before she closes her file. She stands tall. Alone. Radiant with controlled anger. I am in this room that is too white, too clean, too full of people who know nothing. Glances cross, avoid. Phones vibrate like panicked heartbeats. They talk about "collateral damage," "narrative to regain," "coordinated defense."

I say out loud. "Then back to business, your safe word is banana," he says and pulls my pants down, it was quick and fast, he had my pants and panties down to my ankles, he pushed them off me completly and pushed both of my knees to the side, putting me in a butterfly position. "What are you doing?" I yelled. "Having a taste," he says.

He continued rolling my n*pole with his fingers, taking the other one in his mouth. I moaned so loudly that the neighbors could probably hear me. He sucked on my n*pple roughly a bit. He pulled his head back with my n*pple still in his mouth, tugging on it a bit before letting go. He licked down my stomach toward my navel. His hands played at the hem of my yoga pants, as he began to pull them down. My dark green underwear with designs made of velvet were the only thing preventing Dex from entering me. As he began to take his pants off with his boxers.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.