Brows By Thread Novels & Stories

"That could hold a wolf and snap their spine only." I smirked. "Guess I’ll practice on you later." Her eyes flashed, but before she could retort, I turned to the next thing in the grimoire, creating a shield. The threads resisted at first, eager to cut, not cover. Like I was forcing them to do the opposite of what they were made of. I gritted my teeth, forcing the pattern I saw on the page into existence. My threads bent reluctantly, layering one over the other until they formed a thin, shimmering wall in front of me. It looked fragile, almost as delicate as a spider's silk.

I got close to my orgasm and closing my eyes, I am all done, withdrawing my fingers, I stood with shaky legs, and just when the vision in front of me cleared, I saw the man’s penis move hard and straight, and there the thread got more visible and before I was able to find the end of the thread at where it was connected something warm sprayed on my body making me yelp from dread. BOOM