Willow Nightingale Nude Novels & Stories

“I need you too much.” She moaned as I pressed my lips to hers again, working to free her from the ruined shirt. Her bra met the same fate, and the moment that beautiful skin was revealed to me, I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from her. I moved to the other, giving it the same attention before unzipping her skirt and pulling it off along with her underwear. Willow pushed up to meet me again, but I pressed her down with a hand on her chest, keeping her there as I grabbed one of her calves, pulling her wide open for me. The scent of her arousal filled the room.

He wanted his God, not her and her goddess. ************************* Willow woke to someone knocking on her door. She didn’t put on a dress; after waking in the night, she had taken all the clothes off, slipping only a nightdress on. Only one person knew the house was here. She slipped out of bed, letting her long nightgown cover her legs. Willow walked to the door to open it. Jean-Pierre looked like he hadn’t slept in the two days he had been away. He looked at her, and she could see that the past haunted his eyes.

" She waved her hand, and a few bodyguards grabbed me and tied me up. They carried me outside and threw me into a car, which went on a rough drive out to an isolated area. They then dragged me out and dumped me into a dark, damp pit. I hit the ground hard, and only then could I see clearly that the bottom of the pit was a squirming mass, completely covered in leeches. Quentin stood at the edge of the pit, putting on a pained, helpless expression as he said softly, "I hope you won't hold it against Rach, Charlie. I'm sure she only lost her temper because I almost got hurt. I'm certain that she'll let you out once she cools off, so you should just hang in there for a little while."

Of course, the enmity between these two supernaturals helped her case. All the same, Willow waited for a good long time until all the commotion died down. After what seemed like forever, Willow dropped to the ground and stealthily walked to the car she had "borrowed". Once she reached her temporary oasis, Willow took a shower and laid naked on the bed, closing her eyes and going to sleep within seconds. She woke up groggily to the darkening sky. Dusk has just set in, with the sky changing into a spectrum of orange before settling to a dark shade.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

Willow says as she drapes the cord over the foot of the bed and leads me to lie down. She removes my pants and my already hard cock springs free. She locks one of my wrists in place while Raff locks the other, then she kisses her way down my torso, licking the tip of my cock before running her hands down my leg and positioning me with my legs wide and ankles bound in place. I watch as Raff kisses and caresses her, removing her bra and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sensual moan from her. He then helps her out of her boots and skirt then sexy lace panties. When he goes to remove the corset, she stops him. She takes his shirt off and sucks each of his nipples

She knelt before me and unbuttoned my shirt. I removed my shirt and tossed it aside. Willow kissed my muscly, hairless chest and traced her tongue over my nipples and down over my flat stomach as she unfastened my shorts. She hooked her fingers inside the elastic waistband of my underpants and yanked my shorts down to my ankles. My thick, erected cock popped out and bounced with its pee hole was already glistening with expectation. “Oh, wow,” Willow muttered. She licked her lips and then licked the tip of my cock and ran her tongue along the eight stiff inches of it. I groaned when she wrapped her lips around it.

Willow lay back on the plush bed, her fiery red hair splayed across the white pillow like a halo. Her blue eyes sparkled with a playful gleam as she watched Harriet saunter towards her, a knowing smirk on her lips. The photographer's eyes roamed over Willow's slender form, appreciating every curve and dip of her body. "Well, well, well. Look who's ready for her close-up," Harriet purred, her voice a sultry whisper. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Willow's hips with a suggestive wiggle.

"That's certainly not the room she's staying in, although it does look remarkably similar." Through some kind of wizardry, Nik had the picture blown up into creepy proportions. Another sigh of relief washed through me when I realized that Willow was right. It wasn't me. Nico snorted. "Not even close." He pushed his face closer to the screen. "Is that a thigh tattoo?" Nik zoomed in some more a little lower on the sleeping figure's leg. "Yeah. A skull and roses." She looked back into the camera. "Jessa, you rebel, I had no idea."