Queen Candy Kane Nude Novels & Stories

Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.” My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly, bunching the gray and green fabric around my waist. Cool air brushed my bare skin. My smooth, shaved pussy was now completely open to his eyes. No panties. My soft lips looked swollen and shiny with wetness. A thin string of my juices stretched from my entrance down my inner thigh and sparkled in the lamplight.

The salty taste of him filled me, and I hummed in approval, the vibration making him buck his hips. Behind me, Kane shed his clothes, his body a mirror of Kade's—broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and a cock just as impressive. He knelt on the bed, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. Then his tongue was there, lapping at me from behind, long, flat strokes that had me moaning around Kade's cock.

‎ ‎“I’m dirty—I’m so dirty—don’t let them see me—don’t let them touch me—” ‎ ‎“Shhh, my Queen,” Kane whispered, pulling her tighter. His hands cupped her face. His lips kissed her hair, her brow, her temple. “No one’s touching you. You’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to love. I’ll kill every shadow that tries to haunt you.” ‎ ‎Her body convulsed once, a sound escaping her throat that wasn’t quite human—half sob, half whimper. ‎ ‎Kane rocked her slowly.

As the pathetic, cock-starved whore I craved to be, I inched the door wider, stealing a glimpse into the murky haze of his lair, hunting the lucky slut he was railing on that king-sized slab. Shock punched my gut—Alpha Kane solo. He sprawled back against the pillows, his enormous paw fisting his girthy, rope-veined dick, pumping with lazy, teasing glides. His feral stare pinned a sprawl of my snapshots over the tangled bedding—me in sweet, naive stances, all wide-eyed purity. But his rhythmic tugs, slick pre-cum weeping from the crown and smearing along the pulsing shaft, defiled them, making me his private p**n in his twisted mind.

Tss. "I'm vastly happy, miss Kane. That you're finally here. I've waited for a very long time to eventually meet you," the queen aforementioned congruously. Please, help me God! "My queen, miss Kane is probably tired from that long journey we've done. Mind me, if I steal her away from you?" Thankfully, Noire interrupt the queens words for me. I incredibly don't know what to enunciate. I simply smile and pretend, that everything is alright. Their words, are totally messed up my mind.

“It’s yours! My cunt belongs to your cock—oh god, I’m gonna cum again! Fuuuuuuck! Ahhhhh! Yes! Yes! Harder, Sir! Pound my slutty hole!” Her third orgasm ripped through her, pussy squirting all over his thrusting cock. Kane roared, gripping her hips bruisingly as he chased his own release. “Gonna fill this greedy cunt with so much cum. Beg for it.” “Cum inside me! Please flood my pussy! I want to feel your hot load dripping out of me all day tomorrow—oh fuck, breed your little intern slut!” With a guttural groan, Kane buried himself to the balls and exploded. “Fuuuuck—take it all!” Thick, rope after thick rope of hot cum blasted deep into her wet dripping pussy.

My face flushed with embarrassment as Kane pulled me close, pressing a kiss to my lips in front of everyone. “You look stunning,” he murmured against my lips, his voice full of pride. I could hear the sound of cameras clicking, capturing the moment, and I became even more self-conscious. “Everyone is staring,” I whispered nervously. “That’s the point,” Kane replied with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He turned to the crowd and raised his voice, addressing them all. “Everyone, I would like to introduce you to the love of my life, the woman I have chosen, the future queen and Luna of the North, Avery.”

She knelt in her red bikini, looking as inviting as a desirable meal. "Alpha, may I?" Quincy asked for my permission as she peered at my face with her enchanting blue eyes. Her eyes were fixated on my crotch. "Yeah, you can A—," I said, wanting to call Aurora's name, as I couldn't believe that I was thinking about her at this moment. Quincy knelt on my new bed, her hands working faster as they reached for my boxers and stripped them off to release my huge rod freely. It spring freely as my short came off.

“She’s soaked. Look at that cunt dripping for you.” Dr. Kane grabs my breasts roughly, pushing them together, kneading them like dough. The pressure is rough, possessive. She slaps one, then the other, watching them jiggle. The sting goes straight to my clit. “These fat tits need to be used,” she says. She spits on them, rubbing the saliva over my nipples until they shine. Then she leans in and sucks one deep into her mouth, teeth grazing, while her hand works the other. I moan loudly, shame burning my face even as my back arches into her touch.

Kristen said, staring at my front almost hypnotized, "Calves." "Well at least you're taking attention away from my breasts," Ashley laughed. I threw my pants over to Kristen. She looked almost sheepish about her victory. Emma gave her friend a hearty slap on the back, like Kristen had just pulled out the anchor run for the win at a state meet. I slowly sat down, hoping my cock wouldn't just jump right out. It hardly mattered. Two hands later I pulled a Queen. A goddamn, motherfucking Queen. She winked at me as I gazed upon her regal visage. Oh yes. Finally.