Nymph Princess Nude Novels & Stories

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

“You are ours tonight princess, Completely.” They stripped me slowly, deliberately. Vines tore my royal gown to ribbons, leaving me naked and suspended in mid-air, legs spread wide, arms stretched above my head. Delicate, feathery tendrils immediately began stroking my exposed skin—tracing my spine, circling my aching nipples, and teasing the slick folds of my pussy with maddening lightness. Sylas appeared behind me, his clawed hands gripping my hips as a thick, smooth vine—slick with sweet-smelling nectar—pressed against my entrance. “Such a greedy royal cunt,” he growled, and the vine pushed inside me in one slow, relentless thrust.

Chapter 6: The Princess Overflows Once you’ve succeeded at something, the body remembers it well. Snow White stood bared before them, her creamy white skin glowing, her breasts perfectly rounded and plump. Her pink nipples stood out in the center, looking incredibly sweet and suckable. Draven’s hard, throbbing meat towered right in front of her. The girl reached out, her hands clumsy and shy as she stroked the flared head, which was already weeping clear pre-cum.

I turned in a slow circle so they could all admire the view of my thick ass and the way the thong disappeared between my cheeks. “Like what you see, Daddies?” I asked, voice sweet but dripping with pure filth. “This body is yours tonight. Come and claim your princess.” The energy in the room shifted instantly. Hungry. Primal. Noah stood up first, already shoving his jeans down. His cock sprang free—long and slightly curved, perfect for hitting deep spots. “Get back on your knees, princess. I want to feel that throat next.” I smiled like the eager slut I was and sank gracefully back to the carpet, knees spread wide so they could see how my pussy was drooling down my thighs.

She had successfully ducked, her eyes not even holding any sense of fear. Princess Nysera. Her long silver hair spilled down her back, her dark skin glowing faintly under the candle’s flame. Draekon dared to move his gaze lower, and it landed on her naked pointy breasts. Lower, and he was seeing her most intimate part. The princess was stark naked before him. "You're hungry...." Her voice came, so gentle and soothing. "Let me satiate that burning need, my king."

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

Bathed in shimmering oils, my skin glistens under the low light. I am naked save for delicate silver chains draped over my hips, and jewels that adorn my stiff, aching nipples and the piercing in my navel. My dark hair is piled high, exposing the long, vulnerable line of my neck. For the 6th month of the Nordian calendar, I am the Prince’s designated “snack.” And he is here.

“ Let yourself go, Princess. I want your juices all over my finger.” I watch my Princess as her eyes roll back and her face twitches and I hold her tighter as she climaxes then I continue to push her to the edge by biting on her nipple. “ Oh Jaxon, ah.” I capture her mouth again and then she comes undone in my arms. “ You’re amazing, Natalia.” I encouraged and then took my finger out and laid next to her. “ Princess, are you all right?” I asked, and then she looked at me and smiled shyly.

She stopped and walked back towards the exit while I proceeded to Mr Prince's room. I got to his room door, knocked before opening the door. A nude lady came out of his shower, she was tall and with a perfect body proportion that can be compared to imaginary characters. Wait, I know this face… "Nona Williams, American top model" "It's Noona, are you a fan?"she replied calmly drying her hair, she sounded nice. "I.... I..., what are you doing here?"I asked in a whisper, afraid to voice out, forgetting all my excitement of meeting this Idol.

Parting my lips slightly, I pulled them up into a ponytail and then curled them into a bun. Zephyr gulped hard as his darkened gaze dragged over my body. “Princess… stop…” “Weren’t you the one to say we shouldn’t be embarrassed of our bodies and that nudity should be embraced and beautified, not sexualised? What’s wrong now, Zephyr? Were those words just for the women in the portraits?” I slowly took off my shirt, and he averted his eyes. He tightened his jaws as he looked to the other side. His breaths were heavy with holding back. I could feel him tighten his abs.