Novel & Cerita Waifu Delilah Nude

She stepped closer, touched Avery’s shoulder with gentle fingers, and whispered, "Perhaps, you need some rest. It must be exhausting after the loss of your husband… and your lover." Avery’s breath caught. Her fists clenched. Her eyes flashed with panic. How did Delilah know? Delilah leaned in, her lips barely moving. "Turns out I’ve got a few videos. Pictures too. You and that new little plaything of yours. So how about we keep our little conversation just between us, hmm?" Avery’s confidence evaporated. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed. Delilah stepped back and put on a show—touching Avery’s cheek with a faux-sympathetic expression.

She needs to bless their union and it hurts her to know that Raze wasn't interested in her anyway, she tried to melt him but the fury in heart has eaten deep Into his soul. No matter how she looked like, she was here for the wedding and no one would dare stop them. "Stretch your palms dear.." Delilah smiled at her and Vasperia stretched out a shaky arm to the woman. She didn't know why but she felt at ease just looking at her. She was beautiful with her long Silver hair and green eyes, hiding the old age that was threatening to deceive her. Delilah was about saying a thing when a rude interruption cut her off.

Waqas came out of nowhere and dragged out a chair opposite Delilah. It got Delilah's attention but she said nothing. She wasn't uncomfortable or threatened around him even though he was tall and scary. Eyes told everything and she believed it. Waqas' eyes only held blankness but at least, not madness. She feared it somewhere in her heart; madness. "After you eat, have the first aid kit for your feet." Delilah hummed, chewing the food. Waqas nodded his head, staying where he was sitting. Delilah didn't mind his presence. She didn't even like to eat alone. She was glad inwardly about his presence around her.

"B-BEAST?" Delilah stuttered as she could not take her eyes off his eyes. Her whole body was shaking in fear. She heard a loud growl which made her fall to her knees to submit to him. The growl was so powerful that she lost consciousness and fainted. The next morning, Delilah felt a light in her eyes. When she opened her eyes she immediately closed them. The sunlight directly fell on her face. It bothered her to keep her eyes open.

Lucifer was too busy looking after Delilah (Aviva) to ask questions. “Hey…” “What?!.” Aviva (Delilah) replied sharply. “How long have you been awake?!!.” Lucifer asked. Aviva (Delilah) coughed, she struggled to sit upright. She refused help from Lucifer. “Four minutes of or ….” Delilah (Aviva) paused and thought for a while before she replied. “I don’t really know!.” “You okay?!.” Lucifer asked her. “Do I look okay?!.” Delilah ( Aviva) replied.

The steam wafted over her face and Delilah reveled in it, taking a deep sniff as the liquid smell of the coffee filled her nose. When she looked outside the glass doors out at the street she could make out a small alley nestled between two buildings and her eyes caught a familiar figure. Delilah blinked, not sure what she had just seen. Opening her eyes, the figure remained there. She would never forget the hourglass figure of Edna from the curve of her hips down to the way her breasts pushed against the front of whatever material she wore. Edna was oozing werewolf DNA and virility, the kind that made the werewolf women drop dead gorgeous.

“Welcome home, sexy guy. I missed you.” We don’t make it to bed until after the first time we make love on a blanket that Delilah swears she’ll wash the next day. When we’re in bed, I take her again, on her knees as she rocks into me. Something about this forbidden woman makes me lose myself and I feel her release before grunting her name through mine. “That was quite a greeting tonight.” Delilah is curled up on her side, smiling at me. “I have been thinking about that since the night on the phone. You looked so sexy on the couch, so why not? How was Lola tonight?”

Just then, Delilah burst out of her bedroom. She looked stunning in a deep green, knitted two-piece—a spaghetti-strap crop top and a mini skirt that stopped dangerously mid-thigh, paired with heavy black boots. “Has the Emperor finally retreated?” She asked, looking between me and Aria. “He's outside,” I said. “Taking a phone call.” Delilah groaned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “See? This is what I’m talking about. He shows up, acts like he owns the air we breathe, and then ducks out to have hushed conversations with people who definitely aren't his mother.”

Oriel just stared at her as she came closer, and then he took his shirt off. “Good boy.” Delilah purred, and sat on him like he was her throne. “Take it off.” Delilah said. Oriel obeyed. “So, did you pick me, or—” Delilah cut him in. “Shut up before you become like your brother. A woman comes to you for ultimate satisfaction and the you start bombarding her with questions? Unheard of. Apologise by sucking my tits.” Delilah ordered. Oriel didn’t waste time, his head swooped down as she let out soft little content sighs while his mouth and hands worked on her body.

The unmistakable rhythm of fingers moving fast. Delilah was in there finger-fucking herself. Something inside me snapped. I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom door, my cock still hard and heavy, swinging with each step. I pushed the door open slowly. The sight hit me hard. Delilah was sitting on the edge of the counter, legs spread wide. One hand was between her thighs, two fingers thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy. Her other hand played with her breast, pinching her nipple. Her head was tilted back, eyes half-closed, mouth open as she moaned. Her fingers made wet, slick sounds as they moved faster. She looked so fucking pretty like this—lost in pleasure, but clearly frustrate