Nyla_green Nudes Novels & Stories

Sweat glides down my back, so I slip from the bed and discard my clothing, watching Lenny for signs of distress. One of her eyes is covered, so she reaches up and drags her fingers through it. Her tongue sweeps out, savoring what’s on her lips, and my cock kicks against my thigh. “Nyla…” Ignoring me, she continues cleaning herself, pushing the thick liquid into her mouth, before opening wide. “Aaaah.” She smiles, swirling it around, and I have to grip the bedpost to keep from taking her all over again. With a devious glint in her green eyes, she coats her index finger and brings it between her thighs. Keeping her gaze on mine, she pushes in slowly, adding my juices to hers.

The bass throbbed on the floor like a second heartbeat, shaking off the walls of The Crimson Veil underground elite club with every pulse. Smoke curled into the air like spirits dancing to the beat, red lights bathing the space in a lustful hue. The VIP section was packed tonight with hungry eyes, powerful men, and mortal men with filled-up pockets. But no one looked away from the stage. Because Nyra had just stepped into the light. She walked. Her heels clicked once, twice, before she reached the pole at the center and wrapped her legs around it. Her skin glistened under the light, catching every curve; The tight silver dress she wore barely covered her body.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

NYLA I stepped into the private jet right behind Kael, the door was sealed with a soft click, and before I could even sit down properly he pulled me onto his lap, my back pressed to his chest. "I have been waiting for this moment the whole day," he murmured. His hand slipped under the hem of my dress without hesitation, fingers tracing up my inner thigh. "Open your legs a little for me, Nyla." "But you're hurt," he placed his finger on my lips.

I shoved the thought into Viren’s head like a lifeline through the mindlink. I loved him, but even I couldn’t stop the small, bitter edge of resentment for him lying to me. “All the hybrids are dead?” Alaric asked, striding over to one of the corpses and kicking its limp body. Nyla crouched beside one of the corpses, pressing her palm against its cold skin. Her eyes glazed over, pupils fading into a cloudy white as she slipped into a vision. A few seconds passed before she blinked back to herself and straightened. “There are still more,” she said, voice low. “And they aren’t far.”

Sloan caught the shift immediately. He raised an eyebrow. “Problem?” I didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. He followed my gaze to the far end of the room—where a cluster of women sat near the bar, laughing over drinks. And there she was. Nayla. Wearing tight black jeans and a deep green top that made her skin glow like honey under the dim lights. Her hair—dark, thick, layered—tumbled in messy waves around her shoulders. Her eyes—those storm-gray eyes—flashed when she laughed at something one of the girls said.

A scream sounding somewhat like a moan comes from our room. I rush into the bathroom and the sight before me couldn't have been more beautiful. My mate,my innocent,sweet mate is touching herself. She is laying flat in the tub with the shower running. Her body is flushed as she moves her hand vigorously underneath her red lace panties. She looks so damn sexy yet so innocent at the same time. I just want to feel her every inch round me as I slam into her tight wetness. Snap out of it Mason. It's not the time.

“Could you imagine how hard it would be to maintain in the current crisis? Hairdressers aren’t exactly taking appointments.” “She has a point,” a woman said. “And it would be a very talented hairdresser to get it that shade. Green and black,” she walked around Niarthen into Lyric’s line of sight. She was naked, and beautiful, and had two inches of darker blond regrowth showing with lighter ends. She looked up at Niarthen with more than casual interest and Lyric narrowed her eyes. “Incredible,” the woman murmured. “You can almost see the shimmer of scales beneath his skin.”

Her face moved into what would have been a smile, if she were not gagged. “You will be silent,” he said sternly into her ear. “And you will like it.” Her eyes rolled back a little and fluttered closed. She panted, breathing through her nose, and started to shiver. Nolan moved Yena’s panties to the side and slipped his middle finger inside of her, and curled all his other fingers into her skin. “Look at me,” he demanded, and Yena opened her eyes. “Now,” he said, pulsing his finger in and out of her. Carefully.

Her pussy glistened, swollen and ready. Victoria Nyxar stood at the center like a demon queen ascending her throne. She was completely naked except for her black silk tie still knotted loosely around her neck. Her own monstrous futa cock with a huge, swelling knot at the base, throbbed angrily, the head already dripping with potent, infernal seed.