Freya Ray Nude Novels & Stories

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

"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.

His eyes widened, and his breath seemed to stop for a moment, shocked by what he was seeing in front of him. If an ordinary person had a hormonal imbalance, they would probably have a face full of acne. Their skin would also be rough and carry a dark yellowish hue. However, perhaps it was because the blood of the Exorcist Dragons ran in Freya’s veins that such things did not happen to her. Instead, her skin was smooth and fair, and it looked like it could crack from a gust of wind. And those long legs soaked in water were just amazing. “Hey, have you seen enough? Can you start the treatment?” Freya was completely naked right now, in front of a man she had just met. She felt incredibly embarr

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."

She dropped it on the floor before slowly… removing her underwear. Yes, he had already seen her naked body, but he’d never get tired of looking, touching, and tasting. She was beautiful. She was perfect for him. Freya had a very slender waist, which he adored. Her skin was soft and had that healthy glow. She had well-curved hips and long legs. And her breasts were just the right size for him… because he had big hands. The shower door remained half-open, still concealing Kenneth’s lower body. Freya stood before Kenneth and swallowed air. She looked nervous, but… willing. And that was more than enough for him.