Fluffy Wings の小説・ストーリー

she clarified with a nod of her head toward me, "I've heard of the return of your wings. I want to see them for myself. If you don't mind." My lips curled upward and I gestured for Sylvain to give me some room. Once he had moved to stand next to Zora, I rolled my shoulders and set my wings free. They sprang from my back, unfurled and glorious as they caught the slices of sunlight spilling into the room. The ombre of gold blending into black shimmered blindingly when I shook out my features, allowing them to settle more comfortably. "Amazing," Zora whispered, awestruck at the sight. She closed the distance between us and held an open palm up, "may I?"

He crawled after her like a hungry wolf on the prowl as she moved back onto the mess of sheets above them. Emma’s reactive body pushed him to the brink of madness, and her hair. Oh, her hair! Just as he’d fantasized so many times. When she hovered above him, it brushed against his stomach and chest, sending shockwaves and tremors rippling across his skin. As he climaxed, Michael groaned in ecstasy and wings sprouted from his shoulder blades; large, snowy white, iridescent wings that reached from his shoulders down to his feet.

My father immediately scooped her up in his arms and we all walked back to the castle. "I'll clean her up." My mother informed. "Her wings are beautiful love," my father smiled at his wife. "They sure are. They are big and I have no doubt that they're stronger than mine." My parents were right. Eve's wings were beautiful, something I've never seen before. Most of it was crystal like but the center part of the wings were a soft golden glow that made them look magical. The top of each wing had a curvy claw structure. No doubt they were its defense mechanism. They would look truly immaculate when she's all cleaned up.

”It will be pretty hard to grasp its concept unless you try it yourself. White feathers rained down upon them and the swamp shook upon the sudden gush of wind that enveloped them. Tilting her chin to meet his gaze, a sly grin plastered on her face. “Why do I have to try it when I can observe you instead?” Cent whispered as her enormous dragon-like wings stretched behind her before it angled to strike the smirking angel – aiming to wipe off his arrogant face from the face of the three worlds. Frosty swamp water spurted when the edges of her right wing hit the murky swamp floor instead of piercing Angelo like a shish-kebab.

She sighed and I watched her take in a large breath, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's do this." Her eyes remained closed, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she had to do to make her wings appear but because she had never done it before, I knew it would take some time. All she had to do was picture herself with those gorgeous crimson wings on her back. She had to picture the features that were dusted with specks of black. She had to imagine and feel the added weight of them on her back. Imagine how they would look unfurled and how long they would be. Once she got used to it, this process would be a lot quicker.

She noted as she looked at them again. "Can you move them?" She asked and Lori shrugged. "I don't know. Can I?" "They're your wings. You should be able to." "Think of it like an extra limb. Just think about it moving and your brain will send down that impulse and do the rest." Lori concentrated hard enough and willed the wings to flap. They did! It freaked her out a bit but Myra was smiling. "Good! Good." "How will my wings be useful? I think they're cumbersome when it comes to combat."

She exclaims then chuckles “But I can’t help but notice you are leaving little to the imagination downstairs…better hope your man doesn’t get you hot and bothered in that!” “Yeah, I’ll tuck tomorrow, but today I have been untucked, so I thought that since the public isn’t going to see I wouldn’t worry about it…the question is feathers? Or LED wings?” “Wings!” it’s unanimous…Angel and all the queens love the wings. Angel adds “Mariposa is named for you, so why not be that butterfly your uncle adores?” “Really? You named the club after Nova?” Lolli asks.

Control. This was my domain. I wore the floral collar Ofelia had bribed me into with a piece of grilled chicken. Daisies. A touch of lavender. Something pale and pink I couldn’t identify, but it didn’t offend me. It sat lightly against my fur, and I tolerated it because it matched the mood. And because I looked good in it. Obviously.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.