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Nakedella Book Three Excerpt

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Nakedella Book Three - MojoCastlePress More fairy tale style frolics with Nakedella on her way home through the enchanted forest. Drygan has volunteered to be her honor guard (snort!) during her arduous journey through forests, hills and castles. She returns to the troll bridge and pays the toll, gives a frog prince a lecture that he won't soon forget, is sent off to help rescue Rapunzel, and on the way home meets both an old candidate for her affections and a new one.

Nakedella Book Three Excerpt:

Nakedella supposed that they were quite the striking pair; a nude woman with a cloak loosely draped over her shoulders and a deep blue unicorn with silver accents. His mane rippled as he walked at a leisurely pace and her blonde hair glinted in the sun.

She hadn’t spoken all day. Her voice was hoarse from her breathless cries that morning as Drygan had taken her from behind. He explained it as enabling him to watch their surroundings while he mated with her.

His position between her thighs currently also meant that he couldn’t reply to her conversation, so she simply stopped speaking while riding him on her way back to her village.

The troll bridge loomed in the distance. Nakedella smiled slightly as they approached at a rapid pace, the eager troll visible from half a mile away.

The cloak he was wearing made his form an amorphous blob from the distance that they were at, but his position at the side of the bridge gave away his identity more clearly than his face.

Drygan galloped up to him and stood still to let her dismount, then wandered off to graze. Apparently, he had no problem with her trysting with the troll.

“Hello again, Ella! I am so glad that you decided to stop in on your way home.” His hand gracefully left the folds of his cloak, and she let hers daintily rest upon it as he led the way under the bridge.

“Apparently you were anticipating my arrival.” The cave under the bridge was alive with light. Candles of every size and description burned away the dark in a flickering barrage.

“I was indeed. I lit them as soon as I saw the glint of the unicorn’s horn.” His hand led her to a bed that she didn’t remember from the last time, and he laid her down upon it with a flourish, then drank in her beauty.

“Ella, you are truly a work of art.”

She looked into his eyes and knew what he needed. He wanted to learn her, her reactions and her body. Most of all, he wanted to take his time.

It was that promise of slow and thorough exploration that caused her body to flare to life. She did so love to be touched.

“Start slow, but do what you will.” His face lit up and he reached for her with trembling hands.