Pyra Fae Nude Novels & Stories

Azrael and Astria, my precious babies, are lying on the bed, looking adorable in their outfits. Azrael, my little gentleman, is dressed in a miniature suit that makes him look uncannily like his father, Hades. He exudes a sense of maturity, despite his tender age. His dark hair is perfectly messy, and his bright eyes sparkle with mischief. Astria, my tiny princess, is a vision in pink. Her dress accentuates her dark curls, making them pop against her porcelain skin. She looks like a ballerina, ready to twirl across the stage. Her eyes shine with excitement, and I can sense her eagerness to explore.

All the fae who had seemed beautiful when I first saw them seemed plain next to the Queen… Aleria had shiny raven black hair that tumbled to her waist. Her emerald green eyes were framed by thick long lashes and her pouty lips were painted a bold red. She was wearing a purple full-length gown with a plunging neckline that should have looked vulgar, but it looked elegant on her. And when she raised her leg to cross it on top of the other, the slit of her dress revealed her creamy legs up to her thighs. My gown which I had deemed slutty seemed modest after I saw the Queen’s outfit. Now I knew what Stella meant when she said the fae were sensual creatures…

I took the file, opened it, and saw the name of this maid: Pyra Ruby Blackwood. It read. Picking up the photograph of Pyra Blackwood, I watched her portrait clearly. She was beautiful. With her mop of red hair cascading down her back, perfectly accentuating her delicate and soft face, framed by a high cheekbone. A smile was plastered on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes; her dull crimson eyes lacked it, seemingly to hold a story of their own. Her skin was as pale, shimmering like fallen snow in the winter.

Then Aria’s eyes opened. They were not the warm hazel they had once been. They were pure white, luminescent and blank, pupils and irises erased by an intense inner glow. Ryan’s breath hitched. The light within them was steady and indifferent, like a lantern burning where no human flame should exist. Her hair had changed as well; strands lost color, paling into an almost spectral white-gray that shimmered faintly in the fractured light.

As our eyes meet, she rolls her eyes in exasperation, a silent rebuke for appearing with my disheveled appearance. As I descend the steps, I take in the sight of the three assembled faeries, each one bearing the telltale signs of their otherworldly heritage. Like Rhaenan and Valen, they possess the ethereal beauty characteristic of their kind—smooth skin akin to humans, yet with a subtle pointedness to their ears that hints at their true nature. Their attire is as varied as the colors of a rainbow, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant hues that speak to their individuality and status within the Court.

“Let us honour her. Bring forth the fruitful.” “What’s that?” Mara asks. “Our cue to leave,” I inform her. I nudge Mara off my lap and get to my feet at the same time. She’s on her way to Oberon, but I quickly grab her by the wrist and hold her back. Confused, she looks up at me. “What?” she asks. “We have to thank-” “We can thank them tomorrow,” I whisper. “Look at his eyes.” They had gone completely black. All the fae, except the children, have pitch-black eyes. “It’s their mating ritual. See those women?” I point to a procession of ten fae women dressed in brightly coloured robes. "They've been chosen to bear children for the fae."

He reaches between my legs and finds the nub at my apex, waiting and ready to detonate for him. Then his handsome, topaz-brown eyes came into my vision. He is leaning into me, and his sexy-model face is close to my V-area. I imagine him bringing his tongue close to me as I put my finger deep inside my pussy. As I was bringing it out, I rubbed slow circles living through my fantasy.

She could almost see his flesh. When she started cleaning the lower torso, she tried not to look at his nudity. As a doctor, Amelia had seen too many nude men in the past but why was it that seeing this dark fae, this man who was blue skinned, made her blush so deep. Her gaze roamed to his face and the sculpted features and then once again to his pectorals. She found herself feeling extremely conflicted. He was indeed a magnificent creature. Her gaze went to his leathery wings that were sprawled behind him. She remembered how touching Vargauz’s wings made him shudder and lust-driven. She didn’t take those chances with Xikoth.

"Your uttering names and things that are familiar to me, Fajra. Just answer me." "What names?" I chuckled again. "It's all just a dream, Hades. Don't fret." "Nympha—she's the fairy that guards the garden of utopia. I heard you mention her name." I was quite puzzled. I had to go back to my dream to catch what he was saying. "You have to tell me your dreams. "Perhaps I can explain those things to you so you can understand everything better, and maybe you'll finally believe me." His last words became silent, as if he didn't want to say those last words.

He bends down and presses our foreheads together, then gives me a quick kiss. My heart breaks watching him go through this. And before I can ask any questions about what I’m seeing, it fades out again. I drop the hand holding the mirror into my lap. “He’s not alone. He would be okay - with time,” the other woman says, not identifying herself. She has bright green eyes and hair so black it’s blue. “This is Fayre, Goddess of the Faeries,” Aurora fills me in. I nod my head to her. “Rachel, do you know how often we all get together?” Fayre asks me.