Freya Ray Nude Novels & Stories

Because for the first time in a long time I actually feel like myself, I feel sexy, I feel like a woman and he isn't going to rain on my parade. “If I were you brother, I would think long and hard about how you answer that question.” I hear Freya say from the other end of the hallway, she just stepped out of her room and she looks amazing. She has on a skintight black leather jumpsuit and she's put her hair up in a high ponytail and she also has minimal make up on but there's a bold red lipstick on her lips. “I was going to say you look amazing Lena.” Leo finally says but I'm pretty sure that wasn't going to be his first response.

I stared at Miya’s photo. “You didn’t just appear out of nowhere.” I opened my private notebook. The page was blank. For a long moment, I just looked at it. Then I wrote: I will protect Freya. I will protect our peace. Even if it means uncovering every lie… Even if the truth hurts. I closed the notebook slowly. A faint sound came from behind me. Fabric shifting. I turned. Freya stood in the doorway, half-asleep, hair slightly messy, eyes soft.

He already saw them few mintues ago didn’t he? “ You can just talk to me about anything you want, Cherry. Do you want me to strip myself naked before we enter the bathroom? I can do that for you. Freya.” He slowly slipped his pant, he stood completely naked in his glory, all nude in front of me. “ No….please… I don’t want that….. I can just scrub my body myself.” I muttered with the last hope of him changing his mind slipping away. He just laughed as he continued.

"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do, or ever make you feel uncomfortable. Freya you are literally the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, you make me feel things I didn't know were even possible but I don't want to take anything from you that you don't want to give away." She turned to face me again, her hands reached out to cup my face as she leaned down, her nose brushing against mine before she stood up, unbuttoning her shorts before letting them fall as she stepped out of them all while watching me. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet, but maybe I still want more of what we already are doing, if you want to that is." She stood before me, as I looked up at her n

"You must look like a thief right about now, stood here, casing the joint before you decide where to hit." Shut up Bleddyn, you obviously want to see her too.' Finally, I saw the effortlessly beautiful figure of Freya on the other side of a window. She was drawing something with her head down at the table, wearing white pajamas, and her hair was coiled over her head which gave her a more casual, lazy-day sort of feeling.

As she comes down, panting and trembling, I pull out and flip her around. “You didn’t cum?” she asks, breathless and wide-eyed. I chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I will.” I grab the lube from the bath tray. “But first…” Her eyes darken with arousal. “I want that ass,” I growl. Freya moans and grabs her cheeks, spreading herself wide and sticking her ass out toward me. “Give it to me, Nate.” Fucking hell. This is going to be a very good night.

After a minute or two, I carefully carry her again and I went to our room so that she can take a rest. "Take a nap, mate. I'll wake you up when dinner is ready." I whispered to mate and she just nodded softly at me in response. When Freya finally fell asleep, I went back to the nursery room to continue painting the wall. I don’t know what went through my mind but I never bothered to wear anything as I resume painting the walls. I mean it just feels so liberating painting the walls completely naked, my mate would get an instant turn on if she saw me right now as much as it would instantly turn me on if ever my mate's doing something while completely naked.

She reached for my suit feeling awkward as she was sitting naked in front of a fully clothed man and the passion that danced in my eyes made her squeeze her legs to contain her lust. I got up from the bed to strip off the rest of my clothes, Freya's eyes darkened when her eyes fell on my length. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen, it was thick and long with a huge mushroom head that curved up. Too weighty to stand straight up, a ragged sound tore from Freya's throat. "This is my first time of doing anything like this," She muttered underneath my breathe. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked and she shook her head.

Intimate. And for once… I didn’t feel like a weapon. I felt like a woman being loved. Freya’s eyes held mine as she sat back, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her skin glowed soft in the dim light, and she didn’t look away not even as she reached behind to unclasp her bra, letting it slide down her arms. She was baring more than just her body. She was offering trust.

Freya pleaded, her voice a broken, jagged thing. Naomi pulled back, her lips glistening with Freya's juices. She stood up and began to strip with a clinical, focused intensity. When she was bare, she looked like a statue carved from marble and fire. She reached into a drawer in the mahogany side table and pulled out a leather harness and a thick, realistic glass dildo. It was clear, reflecting the firelight like a diamond, its girth imposing. "You've been a brat tonight, Freya," Naomi said, her eyes dark and predatory as she buckled the harness around her hips. "And brats need to be broken."