Zara Larsson Naked Novels & Stories

“Master’s orders. Clothes off. Get in the bed.” She hesitated for half a second. Then she pulled her shirt over her head. No bra. Her breasts were soft and full, nipples already tight. He clenched his jaw. She pushed her sweatpants down, stepped out of them. Naked. Completely naked. Standing there like she was daring him to look. He looked. God damn it, Zara. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. “On the bed,” he said. She climbed in. Lay on her back. Watching him with those wide eyes. Waiting.

Looks like Nelly tidied those up. “Here are some clean clothes,” Nelly said, laying a set on the bed: a blue t-shirt and black skinny jeans. “Sorry, I don’t have extra underwear to lend you. But I washed the ones you were wearing when Sir found you, so they’re here— you can use them again. As for a bra... well, you’ll have to make do with this.”

When I pulled back Zara was watching, biting her lip hard. Kai laughed low. "Your turn, baby." Zara didn't even think. "I dare all of us to take our clothes off. Right now." No one argued. Shirts hit the floor first. Bras next. Jeans shoved down. Underwear last. The room smelled like sweat and perfume and something darker, Four naked bodies in the dim light. Zara's skin glowing brown and smooth, tits full and pierced. Kai tall and lean, cock already hard and thick curving up. Jace broader, tattoos snaking down his arms, dick long and veiny, head flushed dark. Me—curvy hips, soft stomach, nipples tight from the cool air and the way they were all staring.

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

To be honest, no one in the family did. He doesn’t say anything more, and I go into the cave and shift, laying down and falling asleep fast. *DREAM* Zeus and I are out for a run, and we are running towards something, something that glows brighter than anything I have ever seen before. Getting closer, I see that the glow comes from a girl. I can only see her back, standing in a lake naked, under the moonlight. Her long hair is pushed over her shoulders, showing me her hourglass body from behind. The water almost hides her ass, but I can see it just enough to tell she has a perky small but not too small ass. And my body reacts a little to what I am seeing.

Zara harshly shrugged herself free and said, determined, “I am not coming home with you, Xander. I need to go to Professor Vito.” I shot back, passing a deep glance at her untied pants exposing her lacy underwear and sexy naked upper body from head to toe, “Will you go like this?” I was expecting Zara to spat something venomous or slap me but instead, she crossed her legs in a sexily appealing manner. Her hands averted from the counter and she drew them up her belly in a seductive way. Her seductive skills took me aback. Her hands grabbed her breasts and she started pulling her nipples, messing up with my already hard member in my pants.

“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot—” Just then, an amused chuckle echoed from deeper inside the house. Both of them turned. Zara stood in a doorway, dressed in boy shorts that clung to her thighs like a second skin and a ripped band tee that exposed the curve of her toned stomach. Her wet hair dripped over her shoulders, clinging to her skin and darkening the fabric of her shirt. She looked infuriatingly hot—yet the glint in her eyes stung she looked disgusted. “Go on, Bri. Don’t mind me. Explain to my dear roommate and friend why you ghosted her.”

Each and More Lolita wrapped her arms around herself, feeling naked in a room of clothed persons. She was the only one who had drenched face and hair that clung to skin. If only Hayden wouldn’t make it so obvious, then perhaps her heart wouldn’t be pummeling out of her chest. “Do you like that?” Jarrod said to his brother, his smile wide and sinister. “Do you like that she’s naked under that robe? Would you want to see more?”

Elara hated it. Juat like before, Zara had her dark hair braided over one shoulder, dressed in fitted leathers hugging her body built from years of combat and freedom. Not a strand out of place, not a hint of hesitation in her stance. She belonged here. The thought irritated Elara instantly. “Zara, right? If you came to stare,” Elara said coolly, “you’ve completed your task.” Zara’s mouth curved into a deeper sneer. “If I came to stare, I would have chosen someone more interesting.”

Gives me more time to learn about this new body, to learn about Stephan and find how to use him to get my aim. Yes, this was my perfect chance. I stepped into the bathroom to find a steaming tub of water already prepared with rose petals floating on the water and essential oils assaulting my senses. With my eyes pinned to my reflection in her mirror, I pulled off my blouse and slipped out of the trousers. Zara's naked body stared at me. Perky and full bosom, slim waist that curved into a thick ass and thighs. Her hair was thick and long, raven and lush with full lips that begged to be ravaged.