Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

As she drew a deep breath, the light answered—brightening along the edges in a soft, steady flare. She drew her shoulders back deliberately this time. The weight shifted. Not dragging, not forcing. Now perfectly balanced, as if her body had always been waiting for this. Subtle muscles along her spine engaged, powerful and unfamiliar. The wings unfurled behind her in a slow, measured arc, feathers of living flame sliding into place one by one. They were larger than she had understood in the heat of anger and panic of new and unknown. Now they were arching high above her head and curving wide enough that their tips nearly brushed the chamber walls.

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

he asks. Misha nods, “Well, yeah.” “Son, show her,” he commands. I roll my eyes because I hate this part. I'd rather look human. I take a breath, and my wings begin to emerge and unfurl. Misha gasps, “Whoa, they glow!” She starts to stroke my wings and run her fingers through the feathers, “They shimmer and are so silky and soft.” Then she presses herself into my back, trying to cocoon herself in them. She's rubbing herself on my wings. It feels amazing but tickles slightly. I've never had anyone do this before.

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

“Camilla gifted this one to her.” She goes quiet. Her skin feels warm as my fingers brush her skin to open the stubborn knots. I place the wings on the counter and rub the string imprint on her shoulder. “Oh…“ She stifles a moan and holds onto the countertop for support. Her voice hit right at my cock. “Wings were heavy,” I mutter, to ignore the surge rising inside my pants. I should move away and give her some space. But I can’t help but breathe in her intoxicating scent. How the hell boys keep their hands away from her?

This feeling caused such a strong bump in my heart that it even hurt. "They should be beautiful," I caught myself talking. "I can imagine you perfectly with them. But they wouldn't be white, they would be black the same color as your eyes, maybe with a touch of red at the tips just to give a style. And I imagine they would be a little curved at shoulder height, and quite full and soft in everything else. The kind of wings that a human like me would never know how to describe until she could see it with her own eyes, and when she saw it, I wouldn't believe they could be so amazing.”

He looked at his own feathers before saying, “Oh well, what is more beautiful than a green pair of wings? I'd say that that green gown would do a far more beautiful thing on you!” I rolled my eyes. “Far more beautiful thing on you!” I mimicked. He didn't take notice of what I'd said but kept on and on talking about how his beautiful wings attracted two sparrows to himself, just this week alone. It got to a point (while I wore the green gown) that I couldn't help but laugh at Roy's exaggerations.

“What the hell are you doing in here? I told you to wait until— why is she loose?” Rori was curled up so tight on the floor her entire body was beginning to cramp, she sobbed softly into her knees until she heard the pitter-patter of small feet flutter across the floor and soft cool hands touched her shoulders “Hay calm down, nobody is going to hurt you here ok?” Rori looked up at Destiny and noticed that her eyes seemed to twinkle almost as she smiled sweetly. Rori was so very overwhelmed with everything that her brain did not seem to work correctly “H-He Ha-has w-wings.” Rori almost whispered it, and Destiny scrunched her nose, confused. “Well, yeah, of course he has wings, silly he’s a-”

Arrange it in such a way that it doesn't flutter too much in the wind. "Are you ready, Philly?" "I'm ready whenever you're ready," Phillip replied firmly. Wiggy put his arms around Phillip's chest, flapping his wings slowly. The longer the wings flap the faster they are barely visible flapping. Wiggy and Phillip run, the Pixies accompany them, carrying a bag filled with weapons. As they drew closer to the end of the track, Wiggy exclaimed. "Jump!" They jumped almost simultaneously, sending their bodies off the ground. Wiggy staggered, but finally managed to fly smoothly. The Elves cheered, waving from below. They looked so cheerful, just like their lord. Phillip shook his head, wondering wha