Pyra Fae Nude Novels & Stories

The Forest of Divination, Faerie Fawn I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that. I felt sexy as hell and secretly wondered what Fallon would think. Geez... I need to stop with that already. A pale pink suede crop top was paired with soft, low-rise, pale pink suede pants that laced up. The softest white suede boots with pink fringe encased my feet. My aunties would have had a fit. I’m surprised they let Freya leave it for me.

His lips touch against my neck slowly as his hands pull the clothes from my body. He turns and pins me against the door with his body. His nostrils flared, and heat burned through me, caused simply by the look in his eyes. My eyes roam across his body, it's amazing how much a Fae bodies changes when they are turned on. For a start, him being naked as a Fae makes no difference, the colours and design spread across his body. Fae's sexual parts are hidden until they are ready to mate. My eyes drop lower, and I hear him groan.

I say nothing, and she takes that as her cue to continue. “Let me tell you a story,” she begins. “A long time ago, there was a Fae—an arrogant Fae, might I add. Even after the walls of Eris had fallen, he kept praying amidst the bloodshed of his people. He cried. Fasted. Even cut himself. He was later taken captive by the people of Selenium and placed on a cross to bleed to death. Even in the face of death, he never lost faith in your goddess. Do you know what his last words were?” She lets the question hang in the air before answering it herself.

With long, heavy steps, she walked out through the front door and followed the path back toward the beach house. Nelly followed after her in silence. * * * “What was that all about, Phill?” Phillian inhaled deeply before raising his gaze to the top of the staircase, where his brother Aris stood. Beside Aris was his girlfriend, Nyl, the half-Brazilian model. “It was nothing,” Phillian answered dismissively, glancing briefly at Nyl, who was also watching him. “Your clothes should be dry by now, Nyl. You can start using them again.”

She plucked a card, her laugh low and sultry as she read aloud: “Command your man to use your ass, here, now.” Gasps swept the table—shock, hunger, disbelief. Thalyra only smirked, violet mask glittering. She leaned over the table, palms flat on the wood, presenting herself like a queen demanding worship. Her man didn’t hesitate—he bent her, lifted her skirts, and pushed in hard. The cry she let out was raw, guttural, shaking the walls. The table rocked with the force of his thrusts, her nails clawing deep into the cloth as the women watched, transfixed by her shameless abandon. Eryndra’s hands shook as the pouch was placed before her again. She closed her eyes, whispering something like a p

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

“W-what happened?” Una raised her hand to cover her eyes and not be blinded by the rays of the sun. Her mouth fell open when the owner of the voice came clearly into her sight. A male fae with long black hair neatly tucked in a ponytail, as if showcasing his pointed ears with a few silver piercings. Una thought he looked familiar, but she could not name him. The fae was still studying her like a rare creature. Although she didn’t give him much attention, Una focused on her quivering hands. They appeared paler than usual, and her fingernails were black.

His touch sparked a jolt of electricity, and I felt our connection deepen. As we walked through the garden, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth filled my senses. Phoenix led me to a shimmering pool of water, its surface reflecting the moon's silver glow. "This is your inner realm, Syla," he explained. "Here, you'll meet your Fae inner guide, her name is 'Whisper'." I peered into the pool, and a figure began to take shape. Whisper, my inner guide, emerged as a wispy, ethereal being with wings like a butterfly and hair like silver mist.

He was beautiful, six feet six of pure toned muscle, with his pale golden hair and brilliant blue eyes, he looked like a Michael Angelo painting, he was so perfect. He was also very aroused and as he was naked it was very obviously standing to attention as he lusted after the pretty little Fae. Ignoring his rampant hard on, he scooped the exhausted female into his arms and headed back to his lair, placing her on his bed and sitting next to her. She was not a full Fae, he could sense Serena, who was dormant inside the unconscious Tegan, as he carried her, he could feel how powerful she was. Leaning forward, he brushed a lock of silky white hair behind her cute pointed little ear,

belly was flat, and superbly defined. Her breasts were tiny. They were just barely a support platform for her incredibly erect nipples. I stared at them for a moment, mesmerized. Fhaernala's legs mirrored her arms. Muscle, sinew and tendon. No fat. She had no ass to speak of. None. It was ... astonishing. But it was her face - the sharp features, the prominent, pointed ears - that set my blood coursing to the mid-southern extremities of my body. If you had described her in advance, I would have shaken my head, and gone to bed early - alone. Now that I stood there, looking at her naked glory, I heard Sylvia's voice: 'Enjoy the sweet, Ken'. - "Pamna and I would kiss a bit, first." I