Nakedella 5

Nakedella 1

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 11,159
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After weeks of confinement in the Lair of the Midnight Demons, Nakedella wins her freedom with an exhibition that would make a virgin burst into flames. She negotiates with spirits, and brokers a treatise with the sun in an effort to reach her goal. Doing whatever she can to wake stone prisoners is a bit of a stretch. With her happily ever after just out of reach will Nakedella ever find her way to The End?

Nakedella 5
1 Ratings (3.0)

Nakedella 5

Nakedella 1

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 11,159
1 Ratings (3.0)
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When the hand shook her awake the next morning, Nakedella rose without comment and followed her bemused hostess to another maze with another statue in it.

This one held his sword at the ready and a shield was covering his eyes.

“Good luck with this one. You will need even more creativity than you used yesterday. Nice dance, by the way.” Ariminya let her scorn drip from her voice and Nakedella simply let it roll off her. She had had worse and the comment confirmed that someone was watching her performance with the statuary.

So she would put on a show.

Ariminya’s footfalls grew silent after a few moments and the show was about to begin.

“So, you obviously can’t see me.” She pitched her voice at her most husky and seductive. “I will therefore have to give you something to listen to.”

“First, I will describe myself. My hair is gold and hangs to my hips. My skin is pale, the color of cream and the texture of silk.” She couldn’t be sure, but she thought that the shield dropped a bit. “My eyes are the green of leaves in the spring and standing next to you, I would come up to your shoulder.”

There was some definite color around the fist holding the sword. Blood was once again beginning to run in his veins.

“The clothing I am wearing is red silk, embroidered with gold and I am removing it.” She didn’t just let the clothing fall to the ground, she rubbed it across his arms and chest, letting the sound of the rustling silk against the stone work some of its magic.

“My breasts are bare to the morning light and I am rubbing at my nipples to bring them to hard peaks.” She let her sighs and murmurs of pleasure come forth as she fondled herself, this time knowing that his shield was dropping.

“My hips are wide, my pussy wet and slick with anticipation as I have been planning my seduction.” A few wet slides and she heard a tremendous creak from the statue as his face was now exposed to her beauty.

“I will now lie down over here and keep myself ready. You are welcome to join me at any time.” Following words with actions, her body found the cushion of her clothing on the grass and she began to circle her clit with lazy strokes. Never letting her arousal build too high, just keeping it simmering, her cries and moans were cutting the air, frustrating the aroused piece of granite only a few feet from her.

With a roar of triumph, he broke free and instantly was upon her, his mouth taking hers, then moving lower to suckle at her breasts as though to devour them.

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