Banter Chains Novels & Stories

"Don't just vent the heat—push it into the chains! Use the thermal expansion to lock the links!" ​Harl didn't answer with words. A moment later, a deep, rhythmic thud echoed from the lower levels. The Great Hammer had resumed its work, but the strike was slower now, heavy with the burden of the Twelfth Suture. Each blow sent a ripple of orange light through the iron chains, turning the rusted metal into a glowing, translucent amber.

I turned pale when his erect manhood exposed in front of me. He smirked at my reaction. "Scared baby?" "I-it's freacking big," I commented. I'm not good at math but if I measure his weapon I can say it's almost 9inches. "I-it won't fit. I-I don't think my pearl can take it all," I continued. He's not just long, it's also fat. I don't know when I became a mathematician but I felt like he’s three fingers wide. He briefly laughed before slowly crawling over me. He kissed my neck then licked my chest, with that, the fire in my body started to flame again.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

he said. “What about you, Matt?” I thought about it, then had a realization. “He could have shifted and popped the chains as soon as he woke up if he wanted to. For some reason, he didn’t, so I say we take them off.” “Nah, we had dampeners installed while you were in Italy. He can try to shift if he wants, but they will electrocute the shit out of him,” Xander said while removing the second chain. “You behave down here, and we’ll have some food sent down to you,” he added.