Rebel Nala Nude Novels & Stories

A velvet-lined drawer slid open, revealing her tools of destruction. Straps. Toys. Lube. Silk ties. An obsidian-black strap-on, already glistening. Kamara gasped. “You’re going to watch me put it on,” Nia commanded. “And when I tell you to kneel, you’re going to open that pretty little mouth and worship it. Got it?” Kamara nodded, breath ragged. “Yes.” Nia stripped her uniform shirt slowly, muscles flexing. She stood there, half-nude, leather harness hugging her hips, the thick cock jutting out proudly.

Skin against skin. I dropped my phone. Lena and Manong Berto glanced down at it. Lena picked it up, her hand trembling as she played the video again. Her sharp inhale confirmed what I was afraid of. Alexander. And my Cecile. Naked. Together. A nauseating wave of disgust rolled over me. My throat tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My fingers curled into fists, my nails digging into my palm. Lena’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Ma’am Caroline… the sender just texted again.”

"Let's clean up this place, shall we?" I work a few more hours with Gina and head home. "Anyone home?" I call out. Rebel and I are sharing an apartment. She picked a nursing program at college. But she didn't want to live in the dorms. "I'm in the living room," Rebel calls out. "And damn, are these drawings yours? They are SO good." Smiling, I enter our cramped living room. Rebel is holding the tattoo designs that I've drawn on paper. Nathan wanted to get inked, so I've been messing around.

I'll wear them in private with my boyfriends but not in public around my students. I grab my towel and meet back where everyone is stood. The group of boys wolf whistle me and I glare playfully. They are a good bunch of kids that I can joke around with and they'll still be respectful so I don't tell them off. I internally cringe when I see Natalie come from her tent in a revealing blue bikini that shows off almost all her of breasts and asscheeks. I almost laugh when I see all the boys drooling as she walks past, her hips swaying.

I want you all to see what you fought so hard for. 'Yes alpha!' They all say back in unison and I can hear them all running to us. The doctor runs inside and gets everyone a towel for when they shift back. When everyone gets here and gets wrapped up in a towel. They walk up to us. "You all fought your hearts out and we had no casualties! Very good fight all! Now I give you your Luna Katerina, and beta female Angelica!" And with that they all bow and bare their necks. I look over to my little one and I can't tell shes nervous but I can also feel her excitement.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.

“Hush now…. You don’t need to do anything but rest, come on, you heard Cole, he said he would take care of it all, He is Alpha, let him do his job.” Cole was Alpha, I was Luna, my parents were dead, it all still seemed very strange to me. I allowed Sybil to lead me like a child to my chamber. “Look at you poor thing, you are shaking.” “Here, drink this.” She said practically forcing a cup in my face. “What’s that?” I asked eyeing the contents of the cup. “Ohhh stop being uptight, it is just to help calm your nerves. “It is lemonade that may or may not have been dosed with a little milk of the poppy.”

If it goes viral and a video comes out of Rebecca beating a naked Anna trying to run away then she would have achieved her goal. “Munya!” Anna screams as he thrusts into her. They’re both being more loud and unrestrained than usual. The location is probably helping. Munya rented an isolated bungalow by the edge of the beach. No one is going to hear them there. Anna is saddled against the wall with her legs around his waist while he holds her up by her butt. This position allows him to get in more deeply. Anna can feel the shockwaves of pain and pleasure hit her with each thrust. “Ah, fuck!” She groans loudly. She grips his shoulders tightly. He puts his mouth against her neck and sucks which

I close my eyes and imagine dropping Scarlett's towel. I imagine what her breasts would look like: I have stolen glances at her gardened nipples through some of her clothes when she goes braless, so I know that her breasts are full and soft. I let out a silent growl as I concentrate on the tip of my cock, rubbing it down with some coconut oil as a lubricant, and imagining parting her lips with my tongue and ravaging those beautiful, soft, pink lips of hers.