Vanessa Valkyrie Nude Novels & Stories

She was completely naked but the warm moisture hid her. Valerie wet her hair and leaned back again, then closed her eyes, enjoying how the warm water relaxed her tense muscles. Then without realizing it, she remembered how yesterday Jose had crushed her br*asts. Her eyes opened and she nervously washed her br*asts. Her cheeks flushed, trying to get rid of the image of how Jose's mouth cupped her br*asts and how then the man sucked it. It made her burn. Valerie closed her eyes tightly, trying to get rid of the hot sensation that started creeping up her body because of the forbidden shadow that did not want to leave. She did not realize that someone had entered the bathroom and was watching he

“IZZY!” Valeria screams, delighting my senses as I lick up her juices while she fists my hair. I look up at my sexy goddess – no disrespect to the Gods – in complete awe. She’s absolutely radiant. Her robe is open exposing her perky breasts as her chest heaves, her face and chest are flushed, and her hair looks wild and untamed. She’s perfect in every way, and I will never tire of seeing her like this. I stand up keeping myself between her legs as I glide my hands up her body taking in every inch of her.

3rd POV. The crimson skies bleed in the form of soft, delicate raindrops. The forest immerses in an anxious breath, scarred by Freya's lingering touch. Jaxson watches Valerie huddle into herself. Her body shivers so intensely that her cells cry for rest. In Jaxson's long lifetime, he stands over her, powerless. He can't understand the situation, or what is happening to his precious mate? Crystals cling to her body. Her once entirely creamy-white complexion paints dark red, almost blue.

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

She was a vision of ruin, and my cock twitched at the sight, aching to bury itself inside her. With a sharp yank, I repositioned the high bench so my back was toward the curtains, shielding her fully from any prying eyes. I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it completely over her head, tossing it aside. Lena seemed to suddenly realize she was entirely naked, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. She let out a small gasp and hurried to cover her chest with her arms, her eyes wide and mortified, cheeks burning brighter. "Do not hide yourself from me, Val'thira," I whispered, my voice gravelly with hunger, prying her arms away gently but firmly.

She asked again and this time seductively. Alexei now understands what she was doing and he could join her in playing the game himself, he took off his clothes, exposing his perfect body, his muscles, huge chest and his perfectly toned abs. Valerie tried to swallow and she suddenly finds it difficult to, it was torture for her as she stood and watch Alexei undress right in front of her, she tried to turn away in embarrassment as her cheek was already flushed and she was beginning to feel hot from inside but her weak knees made it impossible for her to even move.

I touched the surface of the water with the tip of my finger. "Perfect," I murmured. Loudly, I called for her to come have her bath. I had just stripped off my shirt when I felt hands, her hands sliding across my back, then across my chest. "Your bath's ready," I said. Valeria murmured something unintelligible. As one hand reached for my belt buckle, I felt something soft and pointy press against my naked back. I took a step forward and turned quickly. It was just as I had suspected. Valeria was completely naked. But maybe it was because she was about to have a bath.

Later that afternoon, while we were tying up loose ends, Valentino’s message came through. A video. The thumbnail showed Valerie’s face, head thrown back in pleasure. I hit play before I could think. Vincenzo leaned in close on the couch beside me. The camera was shaky, handheld—Valentino filming while he fucked her raw right there on the picnic blanket. Sunlight dappled her skin. She was on all fours, dress bunched at her waist, no panties. Just bare out there in the open. Of course we knew he had paid for the entire place for some privacy.

The Moral Anchor of the Fight As the "Sovereign" leader—a gaunt, "Possessive" man named Valerius—descended in a smaller transport, he was met not by an army, but by the "Human Error." Ethan stood in the middle of the steaming meadow, his "Muscular" frame braced, holding nothing but a manual sledgehammer.

Oh, God! "I can't wait for you to wear it," said Valerie, who was so excited. She also brought a beautiful crown to wear on my head. After Victoria finished my make-up, she started telling me to wear the dress. This white dress is covered in thousands of small gems that emit sparkling light. I put it on very carefully, afraid the jewel would fall off. Without using a bra, my breasts protrude and rise, have a little gap in the middle as a narrow valley, my arms are free from material, and my back is almost completely open, shaped like a tulip petal that tapers down.