Daisy The Healer Nude Novels & Stories

Daisy started taking off her clothes until she was left in nothing but skin. Damon shifted his eyes away in shame, he is in pain, he is embarrassed, he is sad. He diesht want anyone to see him this way. "I don't understand it all...but it's alright. I will take care of you" Daisy whispered in her neutral voice. "You're okay, Master" Daisy soothed him, lifting his face. Then she stared helping him to take off his clothes. She would love to kiss his wet eyelid, but she doesn't have the courage to do so.

“Daisy is a Trueblood and I think her blood carries extraordinary healing properties which I think was the reason why she was able to save her father and Dylan in the past. If she can access her powers and perform a self-healing spell right now—” “But she is unconscious,” my mother interrupts. “How can she cast a spell when she can’t even open her eyes?” “I don’t know,” Dr. Audrey admits. “I know it’s hard but that is the only option that doesn’t involve—” She stops herself and glances at Daisy’s stomach. “That is the only option that doesn’t involve the alternative.” “What if there is a way for us to reach her and guide her from the outside without her being conscious?” Gigi asks.

As she rounded the corner, she paused when she saw a familiar face. Daisy Baldwin was serving drinks on platters, wearing nothing but a collar around her neck and Lila’s chest tightened for a moment. Daisy didn’t look like herself; she was thinner, her hair was messy, and her makeup was smudged on her face. On top of all that, she was completely naked. Then again, nudity really didn’t matter in the werewolf community, but in this context, it was still strange. Noah stood off in the distance with his own drink in hand and his arm wrapped around a pretty redhead.

She had flushed cheeks, slightly winded like she’d sprinted here, but she still managed to look like a fairy who drank green juice and never had a bad hair day in her life. “Are you okay?” I asked cautiously. She exhaled, then smiled brightly. “Oh yes, just… give me a second to catch my breath.” She inhaled dramatically, hands on her knees. “Okay. I’m Daisy. I’m a Healer here. I was the one who treated your injuries. Freya told me you’d arrived—just not where.” “I’m sorry… who’s Freya?” “Bitch, no,” Cherry groaned. “The beautiful goddess of a woman who saved us from getting ripped apart in the woods? Ring a bell?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make her pass out. I’m not really going to kill him!” “Obviously, she doesn’t know that. When she wakes up, apologize, and explain what you mean. She’s had enough trauma in her life.” He nodded sadly. “Help me get her on the couch please.” He knelt and picked her up gently and placed her comfortably on the couch. I sat next to her and grabbed hold of both her hands. “Luna? Can you hear me? Daria?” I said softly so not to startle her. Mystic released some of her healing aura and we created the bond with her to bring her gently out of her sleep.

Seizing the opportunity amidst the chaos, Axel rushed in, determined to find Daisy's whereabouts. Fortunately, Axel eventually discovered Daisy lying unconscious on an operating table in a cold, dimly lit room. An illicitly practicing doctor was preparing to harvest her organs. Driven by a surge of anger, Axel unleashed a series of punches, rendering the doctor helpless. With urgency, he quickly removed his vest and covered Daisy's vulnerable body, ensuring her modesty and protection. Carefully lifting Daisy, Axel walked out, navigating through the chaotic scene. He gently placed her in the car and quickly drove to a private clinic, where he was acquainted with the director.

Daisy suddenly looked at him, a little stunned, but quickly smiled and said: "I'm back, I brought you documents." Atlas still hadn't responded, his eyes were still attentively following her every step. Today, Daisy wore a light purple off-shoulder dress that only reached her knees, revealing her slender waist and extremely seductive white legs, making any man who saw her fascinated. Atlas seemed unable to take his eyes off her. In a moment, Daisy was standing next to Atlas, she placed the stack of documents next to him and asked: "What are you doing?" She glanced at his laptop, some drawings were being presented, was he working? Daisy was a little surprised.

"Yes. I bought it yesterday. Wanted to look good for you." "You always look good for me." I circled her slowly, taking in the view. "But I appreciate the effort. Now the rest. Everything." She unhooked the bra and let it drop, then slid the panties down her legs. Standing there in just her heels, naked and vulnerable, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "On the bed," I ordered. "On your back. Spread your legs. I want to see what's mine." She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself as instructed, her thighs falling open, exposing her pussy to my view. Already glistening. Already ready.

Keeping her tight against me I feel her hard nipples brushing my chest as I scan the ceiling to find where the camera is hidden. "I don't care," Daisy says, trying to push me back down. "He has probably seen everything already, the fucking pervert that he is," she snarls. Fuck she really shouldn't remind me of my fingers in her pussy while I'm trying to do the right thing. "Fuck Erebus. I want you," she grabs my shoulders and shakes me, pulling my attention from the room. I look at her. Taking in the fire in her eyes, the towel has long fallen from her head, and droplets of water trail from her damp hair leaving wet spots on my shirt.

Only a touch of makeup enhances her inner beauty, she looks like a blooming flower “you are looking so stunning, let's go” Ashley dropped the brush and dragged her out of the apartment. Daisy, who moved to Anzaina for her studies, met Ashley, a known family acquaintance, soon two became the good friends Daisy is a reserved young lady, her serene beauty oozes seductive allure, pulling you in with a mesmerizing charm that only a few are lucky enough to witness. Her quiet attitude conceals a universe of depth and contemplation, a loving spirit whose beauty echoes with calm strength.