Vanessa Valkyrie Nude Novels & Stories

With makeup, he would be Nina. Valerie was in the kitchen when she heard Jason call her. “What?” “Come and have a look,” he said. When she came out he was standing at the door to the bathroom. Valerie stopped in her tracks and just stared at him. He was completely naked, and had tucked his cock between his legs, and stood with his right leg over his left creating an illusion of having a pussy. His hair hung over his shoulders and half of his face. “Oh my god, Jason, that is amazing. Wow, you look like a woman, I am serious.”

I tried to take her lips again but she ducked her head back, avoiding me. Valerie tutted. “Not with all of that cotton between your body and mine,” She said as she pointed to my clothes. Her fingers went to the knot of her dress and she spilled it open before my eyes. Then she shrugged her shoulders and the cotton material fell off her body. She backed away from me and I was finally able to burn the image of her almost unclad body into my memory. She had on black lingerie that could tear off her body with just a flick of one of my fingers.

A shadow far enough back to not disrupt her. She reached the bottom of the step, and her fingers caught the edge of a pink satin robe he’d left in her armoire. In a graceful sweep she peeled it from her shoulders and let it drop to the stairs in a shimmering pile. Exposing the angular lines of her small back and down to her slim hips which were still curved enough to be very feminine. She dipped a toe into the water. Revealing the curved edge of an upturned breast as she moved. He groaned inwardly. Though she was far from the manner of voluptuous woman he was attracted to, there was something about the Valkyrie that drew him. Aroused him like nothing he’d come across before.

The mist from the amethyst formed a protective circle around me – I was electric panic, reaching for my sword, but I could not see through the amethyst as suddenly, it took the shape of a woman – A Valkyrie. "Don't let your foul hands sully my girlfriend!" came a familiar voice, as close as my own heart, as Yolanda, somehow from the grave of death, had risen. She was seven feet tall, with wings and a horned helmet and battle dress, spear on her hands as she stabbed Eleleth through the heart. "For the honor of Freida!" Yolanda – was I mad? – cried, rending Eleleth open to bleed albino butterflies. He smelled of mold and mildew.

And there she was. Valerie stood framed in the sunlight, her body glimmering as if sin had taken form. The gray robe hung loose, no longer wrapped just enough fabric to fall open and reveal the curve of her waist, the smooth line of skin, the whisper of a white thong clinging to her hips. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, eyes locking on mine. My gaze dragged over her, slow, deliberate, until I felt the twitch of impatience stir in me. “Are you going to stand there,” she teased, tugging the robe fully off her shoulders, letting it slip to the floor, “or come and take what’s already yours?”

I think this is the first time I see him like this. "Okay, I'll do it," I say, just out of spite. Just to piss Damon off even more, “Do I have to be fully nude?" "Yes, but it will be tasteful, darling, you have my word," Valerio says, eyes almost sparkling as he looks me up and down. He grabs my hand and pulls me up, then he spins me around, "Lovely, absolutely perfect for the brand. I want your hair down covering your breasts and those dead eyes looking straight at the camera."

“You’re tense, Damien. Anyone can see it. Perhaps you need… release. Rest. A reminder that you don’t have to carry every weight on your own shoulders.” Her hand fisted across her collarbone as she spoke, trailing lower and before I could cut her off, she stripped her dress off from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Standing completely naked, her body was bare, flawless. She stood with a kind of confidence that wasn’t about vulnerability. I didn’t move and my face didn’t shift either. Valessa tilted her head, watching me like a snake watching a bird. “You see, Alpha… I could give you something no one else can. You wouldn’t have to think. You wouldn’t have to fight. Just for one nigh

But Kc had played this game long enough now to remember—that as any human being, the unapproachable can also bleed. Backstage, meanwhile. The spot pulsed, cameras snapping, models dashing backstage, designers running hither and yon, pinning finishing touches. And at its core, its center— Valeria. She was tall and proud and sporting a work of art made out of silk and diamonds, slicked hair, dark red lip. She was off-limits. Untouchable. Kim snapped the collar button of Valeria's dress. "Last chance to bow out." Valeria smiled. "No way."

Phones flew up, recording the scandalous scene. Vanessa shoved Gideon flat onto his back, arched her spine dramatically like a pornstar, and rode him even harder — proper, shameless, exhibitionist cowgirl. Her sapphire dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, her full tits bouncing heavily inside the plunging neckline with every powerful slam downward. Her round ass rippled and clapped loudly against his thighs as she took his cock to the hilt again and again, creamy juices dripping down his balls.

Oh, wait, I know who—this red-haired bitch over here would. I could taste iron at every corner of my mouth, my back aching from the slightest movement but I swallowed hard on the pain. “You…” she said, pointing at me while trying to catch her breath. " You're Mia, right? The daughter of Ray Valisteen, AKA the Valisteen Princess?” “Who's asking?" I said, trying to keep my voice struggling to sound calm and mocking but cracked a little while biting back the pain.