Bite Force Of A Cat 소설 & 이야기

We both took damage and neither of us let go. She found my left foreleg, clamped, and shook, hard and fast like she wanted the joint. I ripped free and went for the soft under her jaw, caught it, and kicked her front legs out with my back paws. She went over. I followed, weight down, teeth in, bite deep. She rolled with it and we slammed into the shelf wall. Her claws found my side. My mouth found her throat. We locked.

she said in an exaggerated voice, “Have you not seen it in the movies before? Lead actresses always bite the man they love so much. I was just trying to leave an imprint on you.” Shaun took a few steps forward, his teeth clenched in anger. “Do you take me as a fool?” “Well, you can bite me back.” Catherine braced herself and inched her face closer to the man. “Bite as hard as you love me. The deeper the love, the stronger the force.” “...” He had not felt like swearing at this moment than at any point in his life. Did she really think he would let her off the hook? He sandwiched her head between his palms and bit her hard on the cheek.

"Why do you call me that? You always call me that and I've never been able to figure out why." "Little Fighter? Because it's what you are." The honestly in his eyes was breathtaking. I frowned, "But I'm not. I mean I know I'm not exactly statuesque but I'm really not a fighter. Never have been." If I could fight maybe I wouldn't have frozen that night. Head tilted to the side Max seemed to study me, puzzled. "That's exactly what you are. You got bitten and it didn't break you. You adapted to a whole new life without cracking. That's fighting if ever I saw it."

It arched it back, extended its claws and bared its fangs. The figure in black stretched out its arm and in an instant, the cat was lifted off the ground. It became immobilized and started to meow in distress. The figure slowly closed its fist, causing the cat to let out a piercing multisyllabic yowl. The cat was being choked and strangled telekinetically by the hooded figure. “Olivia Summers, you have been nothing but a disappointment,” the first figure tsked. Alarm crossed the cat's face but it was too late. The second figure then clenched its fist and the cat disintegrated to ashes.

I again flip her off of me and probably give her better than she deserves as I now move faster than her and attack, biting down on the back of her neck. I pick her up and give her a vicious shake. I drop her and she whimpers as she hits the ground. I then attack again, this time going for her exposed throat. I step up to her, put one of my front paws onto her shoulder, clamp down my jaw, embedding my teeth into her throat. I push with my paw as I pull with my teeth and canines out, ripping out her throat.

Kitty bit on her lips and struggled as if she was about to cry, but in the end, she didn't say that word. Erebus grinned after a few seconds, knowing the silence was his answer, which Kitty regretted seconds later -- A finger thrust deep into her vagina! Kitty bit on her lips hard to avoid making any larger noise, but the slight pain and the mind-blowing pleasure made her body all tightened up as her fingernails leaving several blood marks on his back. "Fierce kitten." Erebus mumbled at the spicy feeling coming from his back, laughing in a low voice. Kitty rolled her eyes at him, knowing that he won't even see that in the dark room. But she didn't have any spare energy to protest against his

I could tell she was going to erupt any time soon. “I told you she’s gifted, but Fiona said it was a lie.” “SHUT IT!” Fiona yelled, frightening the others. “She’s not gifted! She’s… There’s… I’ll show you all that there’s nothing special about her. Watch!” Angrily, she walked up to me and tried to take the cat out of my hold. Only for the kitty to hiss at Fiona, scratching her hand away from it’s side. “Ouch! You little monster!” She roared.

Kat did not use her full strength, but she pulverized the cartilage in Patek's nose anyway, along with half his teeth that he had inadvertently gulped into his own stomach. "Argh!!!" Patek never expected such a dainty brat to have such terrible strength and screamed as her knuckle struck him squarely in the face. Even as he dropped to the ground, writhing as he clutched his face, a livid Kat was ready to beat him to death right then.

I said as she came. I pulled my wet fingers out of her hole and put them straight into my own mouth, licking her juices off my skin. "And you taste even better," I growled. I leaned down, kissed her deeply, and bit her lower lip. "Look how good you taste, Kitty." She was too busy vibrating and twitching from the orgasm to even kiss me back.