Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

"I'm giving you a chance, don't be ungrateful!" Claire's eyes turn cold. "Let go," she says. "No, you listen to me—" Tim yanks her arm. Claire doesn't hesitate. She lifts her stiletto heel and stomps down with all her weight on his leather shoe. "ARGH!" Tim howls, his grip loosening as he bends forward in pain. Claire pushes him away, disgusted. "Security!" Claire shouts. Tim falls back, clutching his foot, face red with pain and humiliation.

His knife gleamed as he drove it toward her chest. Raven’s wolf exploded. Her claws ripped free, her eyes burning gold. She caught his wrist mid-swing, bones cracking under her grip, and with a snarl that shook the trees, she threw him back into the dirt. Gasps ripped through the Fangs, terror now plain in their faces. Cole screamed, clutching his broken wrist. “See?!” he howled. “She’s one of them!” But Raven wasn’t looking at him anymore. She was staring at Reed, who had seen her claws before, but never like this. Never unleashed.

"He can hear you. Say it louder." I captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, my fingers trailing slowly, deliberately, down over her hipbone, savoring every tremor that rippled beneath her skin. The urge to shift—to claim her more completely—surged up. I could feel the bones in my hands thickening, itching. I suppressed most of the change, allowing only the tips of my claws to extend just enough—sharp points resting against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Not piercing, just the threatening promise of pressure.

Like that was going to work. Picking up a towel sitting on the sink, I wrapped it around the nail head and grabbed on. It took a lot of wiggling, jiggling, and cursing, but after a few minutes it released and slid right out. “Yes!” Moving back to the bed, I sat down and arranged the cuff to get better access to the clamp. There wasn’t much of a gap to work with, the pointed tip barely able to slip in. A little bit of leverage and a lot of force sent my hand flying and made the cuff twist.

She patted my cheek. A curious warmth surged through my chest at her praise. I was somehow stuck between feeling like a pet who performed well for his master and an errant child who finally made his teacher smile with pride. "Now, I'm going to hook these," she held up a collection of what looked like stainless steel links with an odd shaped contraption on either end, "to your body. They're called clover clamps. The more you wiggle, the tighter they get. One end is going on your dick; the other on your tongue." She waited for long moments in silence.

She clenched involuntarily, the motion squeezing the toy deeper, a muffled keen escaping her cum-smeared lips. "Not yet," Alex replied, his hand descending to toy with the clit clamp. He twisted it gently at first, then harder, the metal teeth grinding into her hypersensitive nub with vicious precision. Pain bloomed white-hot, radiating through her pelvis, her hips twitching forward despite the strain on her back.

I needed to find a way to gain the upper hand, to use my strengths to my advantage. As I circled around Leah, I noticed a weak spot in her defense. She was leaving her left side open, and I knew that I could exploit it. I took a deep breath, focusing all my energy on the fight. With a swift and precise movement, I struck at Leah's exposed side, my claws extended and ready to tear her apart. But Leah was quick, and she managed to dodge most of the blow. Still, I managed to graze her side, and she let out a pained growl as she stumbled back.

The elongated claws tipped with old blood were hers. I couldn’t forget the sight of her gnarled fingers, which had once been slender and elegant, even if I tried. With a loud smack, she flattened her palm against the stone floor. A second arm shot out of the water, followed by another wet smack. ‘That puddle’s not nearly big enough for what she’s trying to do…’ Rayna pointed out, her voice just as sickly as I knew my own would be.

My knees barked on the exterior of the house, but there was no purchase for my feet there, so I waited until my body was balanced, then hauled myself back up, wincing against the scrape of the edge of the roof on my ribs. And it would have been that simple, would have been just a little hiccup, a tiny fall… except as I pulled myself halfway up, like getting out of a pool, I had to reach forward to get more leverage. And when I did, I found out why my grip was suddenly so fast. I had claws. Gleaming in the moonlight, light pink like my nails, and wickedly hooked, the claws appeared where my fingernails should have been, extending each finger by more than an inch, and giving me grip on the rou

I attach one cuff to my left ankle. The metal clicks. I spread my legs wide, reach for the bedpost. My right hand stretches, buckles the cuff around the post. Tight. I do the same for the left ankle on the other post. Legs spread-eagled, ankles locked. I can't close them. My pussy opens up, exposed. 'Locked in place,' I say, testing the pull. Chains rattle. My clit swells already, engorged and pink. I reach down, fingers hover. 'Pinch it hard,' I tell myself. I grab the clit between thumb and finger. Squeeze tight.