Rhea Perlman Nude Novels & Stories

I stood naked while Rhea walked a slow circle around me, tablet in hand, noting measurements with a flexible tape that lingered across my hips, under my breasts, and along the soft curve of my lower belly. Dr. Elias Voss entered without knocking. Tall, composed, white coat open, black gloves already on. His gaze moved over my body once, thorough and unhurried. “Miss Quinn. On the table. Feet in the stirrups. Knees as wide as they go.” I climbed up. The paper sheet stuck to the backs of my thighs. Rhea locked the stirrups open until the stretch in my inner thighs burned. I was completely exposed, pussy open to the bright lights, nowhere to hide.

My own pussy was petted, as the man fingering my pussy fucked me faster with his finger. " Oh....oh........oh........." I moaned. My nipples were sucked within an inch of their lives, bitten too. Mona smirked as she watched me being used. I was partially naked, my heels the only thing that was still firmly placed on my body. It was so hot to be fucked with shoes on. "Get her on all fours. We need to put a cock in this little, shit slut." Rhea commanded, motioning for the guys to put me in position. I was flipped over and had my bare ass lifted, wet, freshly fingered pussy facing the crowd.

Alpha Gray's pickup truck slid into the muddy ground as he came to an abrupt stop outside Perla's cottage. Nueva was still naked, sitting on the ground next to Perla, holding a piece of her ripped clothes against the bleeding wound on her upper leg. Perla leaned in and whispered, "There is a blanket right inside the front door. Go on, run and get it." Her smile was weak as the pain was making her tired.

Ria folded her arms “I'm hot.” Ella replied shortly. “I'm burning up Nurse Ria, I need to be examined.” “Ella!” But Ella was already taking off her crop tops then sports bra as she tossed it to the side. Her breasts spilling free. She laid back, she hooked thumbs into her shorts and panties together as she slid them down her legs in one smooth motion and kicked them off. She was gloriously and unashamedly naked on the exam bed. Ria couldn't move.

They felt alive. She sat up, brushing her hair over her shoulder, and glanced toward the couch. Fenrak was sprawled across it — shirtless, one arm dangling off the side, the other clutching a pillow as if guarding it from an invisible threat. His bare chest rose and fell in deep, peaceful rhythm, muscles glinting under the sunlight. His hair was messy, untamed, like the wild part of him refused to rest even in this world. Rhea smiled faintly. “You look like you fought the couch and lost,” she murmured, stepping into her jeans.

“Morning, Percy.” I turned my head. It was Rhea. She had positioned herself close, close enough that her arm touched mine when she moved. She had on fitted training leathers. Her hair was braided tightly down her back. She looked polished and ready. She looked exactly like someone who belonged here. “Morning,” I replied. She smiled “Did you sleep at all?” “A little,” I said. It was the truth but it wasn’t the whole of it. Why? Because every single time I closed my eyes, I saw red hair. I saw deep brown eyes. Zana couldn’t leave me mind.

My eyes hardened, and I swung my legs off the bed, “Send it.” Seconds later, my phone buzzed again, an incoming message from Nathan. I opened it. The image that filled my screen made my blood run cold. It was a wall. A large wall with hundreds of pictures pinned to it. Rhea’s face stared back at me from almost every angle, photos of her leaving buildings, walking through parks, even sitting at cafés. Her in casual clothes, in dresses, speaking with investors and even pictures of before she fell into a coma. All of them arranged in clusters, with red string connecting one to another, forming a web of lines and circles that pointed back to her.

“So, you're the famous Rhea. The one who's been sleeping with all the Lycan men around here. Whether mated or unmated.” Shit! If it's what I think it is, then Rhea is finished completely. “I… I…” Rhea stutters nervously. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” “Oh yeah? Then maybe I should present you some evidence.” The girl furiously opens the nylon in her hand and empties its content on the table. Thongs, bras lingeries and see through nightdresses drop on the table, spreading over it to the floor. The entire cafeteria is filled with gasps and laughter from the other girls. I'm just looking at that table, stunned.

Occasionally, Rona disappeared into the adjacent room presumably the bathroom to prepare whatever ritual Arnav had commanded for tonight. When she returned again, she was holding what could barely be called a piece of clothing. She unfolded it delicately and laid it across the edge of the bed for Raellyn to see. It was a nightgown. A sheer, translucent piece made from whisper-thin chiffon that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The kind of garment that was not worn, but offered an invitation more than attire. Raellyn swallowed hard. Was Arnav really expecting her to wear that? Her mind reeled. That man her husband was truly a pervert, wasn't he? A shameless voyeur who clearly enjoye

So many powerful pheromones… The guests organize themselves around a path of white petals, which Rhea walks along, dragging her long silk dress that marks every curve of her body, including her hard nipples from the cold and anxiety. There's nothing but the light fabric on her body, which unlike the other clothes, covers more skin than expected, despite the bare shoulders. If it weren't for the long gloves, everyone could have seen how Rhea's body reacts to so many pheromones and stares.