The Howling Nude Scenes Novels & Stories

Zevara's POV “The private club—Howls & Fangs—where the fresher's welcome party is being held, is everything I hate and so much worse.“ Neon red lights glowed through the room. The loud music blaring from the speakers shaking the walls with every beat and almost ripping my ear drums apart. The thick stench of cigarettes and cannabis hung heavily in the air making it difficult for me to breathe. She-wolves dressed in provocative dresses—far worse than what Nina and I are wearing—straddling he-wolves. The most shocking part of it all was that, right there on the couches, she wolves and he-wolves were fucking each other. At a corner, a she-wolf was bent over and fucked by two he-wolves at the sa

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

The sounds of obscene moans and whimpers filled the space. Myra could only watch, as if transfixed by the scene of over a dozen naked vampires all engaging in an orgy. Her gaze fell on a large male, his hands bound with a white cloth, as a huge brown-haired male thrust into his mouth. A woman straddled him, her teeth sunk deep into the muscled male’s throat, suckling his blood and arousing him. As she bounced on his cock

Letting my curiosity win me over, I turn around slowly and reach into my bag for my phone. Opening the browser, I type his name into the search bar of the adult site. The very first video nearly makes me drop my phone. I stare, frozen, as I watch the image on the screen. Nico is completely naked, towering over a brunette woman. His movements are slow as he pumps his cock into her with a kind of reverence that nearly makes my now swollen center release a tear. And oh god. His length… it is the thickest thing I have ever seen. ~~~~~~~~

I caught the line of his back, the broad spread of his shoulders, the black ink of wolves across skin before I looked away because my brain was already on fire and did not need his half naked body added to the pile. I heard fabric drop to the grass. Then the sound of his breathing changed. I looked back. What happened next did not resemble anything graceful enough for myth. It was violence without pain. Anatomy rewritten in real time. His spine arched sharply, muscles locking and shifting under skin in waves. Bones moved with a series of sickening, fluid pops. Wrong and yet strangely coherent, like a body remembering an older shape. His shoulders widened, then folded. His hands hit the grass

We eat sprawled naked across the bed, feeding each other with fingers, licking spilled champagne from skin, sucking berry juice from nipples. Stories flow— old scenes, funny bloopers, who hooked up with who off-camera. Laughter echoes off the walls. By early afternoon, the mood shifts again. Slow and nasty this time. They tie me to a high-backed chair near the window— soft silk ropes around my wrists and ankles, legs forced wide, pussy exposed to the room. Riley kneels between my legs with the new wand—

“Your nipples are hard as little diamonds. I bet your pussy is soaked right now.” He groped me openly — squeezing my breast, rolling my nipple, then sliding his hand lower to palm my ass and pull me against his naked body. His hard cock pressed against my stomach, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum on my dress. “Imagine it, Nova,” he said, voice dark and filthy as he kissed down my neck. “Imagine drawing this exact moment. My cock in your hand. My mouth on your skin. My fingers about to slip inside your dripping little cunt while you try to keep sketching.”

He lit one, puffed and blew out the smoke, letting out a contented sigh. After a while he brought out his phone and opened a folder, Angel watched as he played a video of Daniel molesting the she-wolf that killed herself before they went off to the frosty island. And then the very young Blaze. Angel figured the pup would not be more than ten at the time, his loud cry rented the air. The guy slipped his hand inside his pants and started to jerk off while watching the video. Angel felt a tsunami of rage well inside him. Nadia shut her eyes, placing her hands over her ears, wishing the sound to stop. She cried quietly.

,he said, appearing behind her. She looked startled but tried to hide it instantly. "Yes",she replied in answer to Zane's question. Zane went beside Natalie and offered her, his hand. Zane didn't know if it was strange for humans to be holding hands with strangers but in his culture, when werewolves were hurt or sad ,they held hands,and surprisingly Natalie took his hand. "Are you okay?",asked Zane lightly. "Yeah",she whispered, wiping the tears that were clogging up in her eyes and blurring her vision.