Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

"The paparazzi. The attack. It triggered a premature shift. His body is trying to change, but he’s too small." Theo let out a guttural roar that shook the windows. His eyes weren't just golden-flecked anymore—they were glowing like headlights. "Look at his hands," Jordan commanded. I looked down. My stomach dropped. Theo’s fingers were contorted. His fingernails were gone. In their place, protruding from the nail beds, were thick, curved, black talons. Real claws. Theo sobbed, trying to curl his fingers, but the claws were too long. They had sliced through the expensive silk sheets.

“Run a finger between each toe. Work the toes apart.” One finger doesn’t seem enough. I use my thumbs again, the tips this time, gently pressing them into the space between each toe and then sliding them down into the pad, using my fingers on the top of her foot to counter the pressure as I softly ease the bones beneath the skin, undoing the constriction of her shoes. I can tell how good it feels. I let my lips part, breathing carefully through my mouth. If I let the scents overwhelm me, Sarah’s foot rub will be a short one.

she says, her voice soft and seductive and commanding. Chloe conveniently wore panties that have bows on the sides (easy removal). Cynthia pulls on them slowly to expose her smooth pussy. Her breath hitches in anticipation as the cool air hits her bare p*ssy. Cynthia doesn't touch her immediately, and even though she wasn't expecting her to, it still feels exhilarating. She just leaves her like that--open and needy. Chloe's legs are as wide as they could possibly be, and Cynthia just stares down at her. Cynthia goes lower, and gives Chloe a gentle lick on her throbbing clit.

the nurse said, then clapped a hand to her mouth. "Oh— I shouldn't have said that. Don't tell anyone. Or I'll be punished." They hurried away. I leaned against the door, raising my hand to look at my nails. They were growing, inch by inch. My hand shifted into sharp claws.

Using the knowledge of my body, I extend my claws even more, making them even sharper as I slip my thumb claw along with my index finger claw into the slit. However, as my claws touch the sides of the implant, a sudden low electrical current pulses out of it. I stop for a moment and then move my claws just a little and try again. This time, the electrical current is a little stronger and I hear a very faint beep go off in Kolby’s pants in front of me.

Aiden walked into his office where Claw was waiting with both legs crossed on top of Aiden's table. "And as much as I love your whole dangerous seating setting, I don't really adore having people place infested feet and shoes I have no idea when it was cleaned on my table. Take them off." Aiden said though in a manner that suggested he was ordering and commanding at the same time but he really didn't have much patience to wait till Claw took his feet off so he put Claw's feet down with just the tip of his hands. "And besides, anything you tell my wife after this is acceptable. But you can never tell her I touched your feet which might be infested -thank you very much- with my bare hands. Do

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.

He grabbed and held her feet in his palm to examine carefully. Her thumb was hurt. It didn't seem to be very serious, but it was still a little swollen... Howard looked at it seriously and said, "It's not a big deal, and there's no blood on it. You will be fine just enduring it." After that, he reached out his hand and touched her lovely toes. He felt like he could control the five small white jade-like toes with one hand. Howard held them up, and his heart floated with them. At that time, Chloe did not speak but directly pulled back her foot with a red face, "All right, I don't feel that pain anymore."

She tilted her head, blinked once, and then gave this sickening little pout. “Awwn,” she cooed, dragging out the fake sympathy like it tasted sweet to her. “I’m so sorry, did my claws scratch you?” The word claws should’ve been a joke, but it wasn’t. Not from her. Piper’s claws were freshly done—long, shiny, sharp. She knew exactly what she did. Something warm slid down my chin. I touched it with trembling fingers, expecting maybe sweat or tears. But when I pulled my hand back… Red.

There, he fastened the pink cuffs around her wrists, leaving her hands in front of her. He went to the bedside table and returned with something in his hands. "These are nipple clamps." He showed her the small silver clips. "I have them set very light. Try it." He took her hand and placed the clamp on her pinky finger. "See, it's not tight. Just enough to give you a little pinching sensation."