Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Now retrieve your wings, honey.” “What wings? I have wings!” My eyes nearly popped out of each socket. My heart pounded so hard in my rib cage, and I instantly felt the air pulsing around us. I didn’t want to look behind me over my shoulder. I was scared for it to be true. “You’re not helping, Sebastien,” Zarah said cautiously. “Not wings like physical wings. They’re glowing, like 3D lights, the same as when you summoned the fire, but yes, you have wings,” Ren tried to explain but I completely understood what he meant.

That will have a lot of free snacks! My wings fluttered again, them not looking at all the same like the other angels. Many female angels donned large white and ivory wings, while mine held a hint of gold at the tips. I inched forward, only to have a few stares and their walks continued like there wasn’t a care in the world. I let out a sigh. No one was out to get me. There was no evil here out in the open with too many angels around.

I asked. “Yea. Don’t pull a feather out.” Aria warned me. “I won’t, geez.” I said and reached out to touch the one closest to me. I stopped right before I did. “Are they sharp? That one looks sharp.” “Huh? Oh yea, hold on.” Aria said and the one I was about to touch pulled up and vanished. “Whoa, where did it go?” I asked stunned. “They are retractable like my wings. Those ones are sharp. But these ones are fluffy and soft.” Aria explained.

His breathing was deep, his smirk a teasing one. I said nothing, and instead slowly stood up and walked to his right wing. My fingers touched the material softly, and a shudder from Adrian made the wings vibrate slowly. The leathery material felt strange, like something not earthly. "What does it feel like, when someone touches them?" I asked, my fingers running over his great wing with care. A few scars and tiny holes were visible but I could tell his wings were strong. "Well.. Nobody has ever touched my wings." He answered and I snapped my head to him in response, my hand halting on the leather.

Isla, she was a tall slender fae short hair that was nearly shaved against her head. Her eyes reminded me of Helix’s as they bulged slightly from her face. Her wings were her prominent feature. It was the first time I saw the typical fae wings. They looked like they were made of stained glass catching every light possible to cast their color on any surface they could. Slightly transparent but just enough to show a delicate softer intention. She flapped them so silently even the air currents around her weren’t disturbed as she hovered to place a few books up high on some shelves.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

Lucifer caught the wind under hir wings and soared upwards into the sky. Ze felt the wind buffet all around hir feathers as ze sailed gracefully in a wide sweeping curve. Then, ze angled hir head, spotted Freya far below, then turned hir body downward. Ze flapped a few times to help gain speed, then pulled hir wings close to hir body.

As she rounds the corner, her eyes light up with delight at the heartwarming sight that greets her. Her father, Leo, stands by the kitchen island, proudly serving a plate of sizzling buffalo wings. These golden brown wings glisten with flavorful sauce, and the spicy fragrance fills the room. This dish wasn’t just any buffalo wings; it was her mother's cherished family recipe, a culinary tradition that never failed to warm her heart. Witnessing her father's earnest attempt to recreate her mother's recipe was both heartwarming and touching. Beside the wings, a small bowl of creamy ranch dressing awaits, its cool and tangy allure promising to harmonize perfectly with the fiery heat of the wings

It hurts, making everything else hot. "I-I don't want this... Ahhhhh" Her scream this time was way more painful than the first. Her shoulder blades tense in her back and grow bigger. A long bone emerges out of her back on both sides of the shoulder blades. It grows longer, forming little chicken wings without feathers. As it emerged, the size of the wings grew bigger and longer, feathers were then seen growing alongside the wings. Her wings were so big and as white as snow, they lay on the floor so beautiful giving her the heavenly aura but the darkness that comes from her makes it hard to define her origin.

But why now? "Oh, Ambrose! It feels so good," she moaned. She leaned down and claimed my mouth again. My cock ached and throbbed inside her. I was close and I could tell so was she. "Come for me," I growled and gripped her butt so I could thrust into her harder. She arched her back and screamed, her eyes rolled at the back of her head and her body shuddered violently as she climaxed. She screamed again, but it was a different kind of scream this time. I stared at her in amazement as two delicate wings sprouted out of her back. They were clear with silvery-gold patterns, gently fluttering up and down in the cool breeze.