Pyra Fae Nude Novels & Stories

I didn't think I could handle it. Fae? Was there proof that I wasn't human? After scanning through different articles about Faeries, I had started to question myself. Faeries were paranormal creatures, existing from the lineage of the goddess Fayre, who had been known as the fairy witch. With time, faeries began to crossbreed and soon there were no full faeries again, making people believe they had gone into extinction even though there were still few of them scattered about the mortal realm, but that wasn't what caught my attention, what did was the description of the true descendants of the fairy witch, they were mostly female with fiery red hair and their most common ability was that they

At her command the music floating through the hall stopped and all the Prys turned to face her. “We need more entertainment,” she said as she conjured a goblet of wine. “The music can only offer so much entertainment. I have raised the platform, let willing Pyrs take the stage and show us what they have to offer.” At once a male Pyr with body chiseled to perfection climbed the platform, he shed the loincloth wrapped around his waist, the crowd hailed and let out cries of pleasure as they beheld his naked perfection. With green eyes he scanned the crowd of Prys who waited for him to make a choice from among them. The Pyr leaned down and extended his hands to a female Pyr who’s hair was equall

Chapter 4 The heavy door clicks open, the sound and I flinch hard, yanking instinctively at the chains biting into my wrists. The magic holds fast, keeping me spread and helpless on the black silk. Wren steps into the room, framed by the sickly purple glow of the hallway. He isn’t alone. A second figure stumbles in behind him, a female fae with moonlight, pale skin and wild silver hair that falls like liquid over her shoulders. She’s nearly naked, wearing only a torn, sheer shift that clings to her curves and does nothing to hide the fresh bruises blooming across her thighs and hips.

steel framed, bolted, decadent. Faye stood barefoot in a silk robe, her bump not quite showing yet, but her aura commanding. She held a riding crop in one hand, not for pain but for intimidation. Kai stood near the bed, shirtless, the red ribbon tied in a large loose bow across his chest. He looked ridiculous. And yet…still sinfully good. “Are you happy now?” he asked dryly. Faye walked toward him slowly, dragging the tip of the crop along the wall. Her eyes dropped to his bare chest, admiring the contrast of crimson against his tan skin.

It's… our future. She laughs through her tears. I run my hand through her hair, unable to speak further. I have no more words, only this evidence: he exists. He is here. And everything else the fear, the violence, the night fades away. LYRA I look at the screen. A fragile form, trembling, almost unreal. I could swear it's moving. The sound amplifies, rhythmic, alive. I can no longer hold back my tears. They flow, silent, but without sadness.

“The Blackridge Alpha has what is ours. I know you won’t mind helping.” Alpha Luca’s throat goes dry. His vision blurs. “Of course. We would love to help.” His beta’s mouth drops. “Alpha?” Ronan smiles. “We appreciate it.” “Mother,” Nyra says in reverence the moment she appears. That’s how I know, because she isn’t anything like the drawings in the books. She has no visible features. She shines as bright as the full moon. I can only make out the shape of a bow and arrow in her hand.

The feel of his tight muscles touching her body, as his hand went up her back, he noticed she was still wearing her bra. “I am pretty sure this is going to be wet now.” Aarshon teased when she slipped the bra off. He loved the way her body looked. Curves in the proper places, the slight marks from when she had the twins. It was a woman’s body, and he wanted to worship her. Nix turned away from him to hide the blush on her face. Aarshon washed her hair, then her body. When his hand slipped between his legs, Nix moaned. He wasn’t surprised to see that she was wet again. The velvet of her inner muscles sent him into a raging hard-on. It shocked him slightly that he was hard again, but being a f

With a start, Phaeka recognized the girl. It was Shinatri. It was Anaria's best friend, and yet the girl was hardly recognizable right now. She was naked. Her wildly disheveled hair, minor cuts to her face and arms, and the slight bruise growing on her right cheek all spoke of rough handling. The slaves had bound her wrists in front of her with rawhide. One of them idly fondled and groped her supple breasts. Her eyes looked straight ahead, deadened almost, or like one looking from beyond a dream.

She taught him how to do it properly. “So, the demifaes have wings?” he asked casually while fixing her hair. “No, they don’t have wings. Most of them look human physically, and some have faerie characteristics. You’ll meet them soon.” “Ah, maybe you’re using high technology like in Argia.” He finished braiding and put the leather band on the bottom. “No,” Rieska turned to face him and brightly grinned. “Then how?” “You ready? Hmmm.” She let out a loud whistle, “Griga!”

My head was spinning and my stomach was churning. There was a nauseating feeling in my throat and I kind of wish that this information was concealed from me. "Fae also known as Fairies have heightened hearing, smell and sight. They can also manifest wings and they have elemental powers like fire, earth, water and wind. On a Full Moon they turn into their natural size and glow. Their powers are sensitive at this time too so if they're feeling hot they may ignite an uncontrollable fire." Wow, that was a lot of information to process in one day. It seemed like no Supernatural group had it easy on a full moon. I was beginning to think that this was more of a curse than a blessing. I couldn't tel