Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

A thin, dark line cutting across the ice exactly where he'd fallen, subtle enough that I might have missed it entirely if I hadn't been kneeling close enough to see the ice at eye level. Not a crack from normal wear. Something cut deliberately, precise, exactly the kind of hazard that would catch a blade at full speed and send a skater's ankle twisting in a direction it was never meant to bend. "Coach." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "Look at this." Coach knelt down, frowning, running his fingers along the mark in the ice. His expression shifted from confusion to something considerably darker. "That's not natural," he said quietly. "Someone cut this into the surface on purpose."

"A hell of a lot more." Clint sank to his knees in front of her, running his hands down her legs, his fingers closing around her ankles. With his face right in front of her groin, she fought the impulse to wriggle away—or thrust her aching sex into his face. Instead, she held still, entranced by him.His clever fingertips trailed around to the front of her ankles, down across the tops of her feet and back up again. He grasped one ankle and lifted, his fingertips sliding over the sole with feather-light motions. Hot currents of electricity arced up her legs, straight into her clitoris. When he performed the same teasing on her other foot, she clutched his shoulders to

But I didn’t even have time to think about how wrong that was, because Claude’s hand slid to my waist and lifted it slightly off the bed. And at that exact moment, I raised my head and watched in disbelief as the nail on his pinky finger grew into a claw, and then, without a hint of hesitation, he swiped it through the waistband of my panties, tearing it without even touching me, clean and effortless in the blink of an eye.

This could be a permanent deformity. But if this will finally make Elaris happy with me. I begin pulling out the claw, it hurts but ive been through worse. Soon enough, there's a claw in my hand and my blood is staining the tile floor of the library. The claw disappears from my hand and I allow my claws to shift back to my normal nails, unable to bear looking at that missing part of me any longer. Books appear on every shelf in the library along with couches and a table that has a plate of biscuits placed on them.

"They change color sometimes." "Do they?" Chad asked without looking at me. He cleared his throat and concentrated on his task instead. He slid out my shoe and kissed the bottom of it, making me tickle. My toenails were painted pale pink, and he stared at them. "I like them." He said as he slid off the other shoe. He kissed the inner side of my ankle this time. His closeness made me tremble.

I managed a faint smile through the pain. “Yeah. The bottle won. But just barely.” Dr. Monroe chuckled and pulled up a rolling stool. “Alright, let’s take a look. Mind lifting your foot here for me?” I placed my foot on the table and bit my lip as even the movement sent sharp pain shooting up my leg. “Okay, okay,” he said gently, noticing the way my jaw tightened. “We’ll go slow. Just let me examine first.” He carefully unzipped the sneaker I’d barely managed to shove halfway on, then peeled off my sock with practiced care. My big toe was really swollen now and angled slightly outward in a way that made my stomach turn.

So much so that within seconds Nadine shifted gears completely and spread her feet out as much as she could, offering her soles up instead. Only to learn that just like with any effective predicament, she couldn't actually win. Because no matter how devastating Mina's fingers could be on the top of her feet, the soles didn't get all that spotlight for nothing. And in her overeagerness to escape one sensation, Nadine had made the error of giving Mina full access to her toes. Their top sides might not have been as bad by comparison, but their soft insides were far too weak against a ticklish assault by Mina's nails.

Marie was aware of that because of the way it was making her feel, but she still ignored it and did not say a word to Jean. On the other hand, Jean took a little advantage of that and purposely moved her hands slightly up. She was talking sweet to her by explaining to her about the fact that massaging that area gave better relief. As Jean’s thumbs were going up massaging Marie, so were her finger tips. Even though it was happening very slowly, there came a point when Jean’s finger tips were on Marie’s boobs.

A sudden, unshakable chill ran down her spine, leaving her insides trembling. The elevator doors slid shut, enclosing her and James in a cocoon of silence. The hum of the elevator filled the air, but Joyce’s mind was elsewhere. The unease she felt from Nigel’s presence clung to her like a second skin. Her breathing quickened, her pulse pounding in her ears. James turned to her, his alpha presence unmistakable. "Joyce, I’ve been—" Before he could finish, Joyce stumbled backward, her movements jerky. Her shoe heel snapped, sending her sprawling. James caught her just before she hit the wall, his arm cradling her head.

he smirks in response and I feel one long, curled claw glide through my folds. My head tilts back, my back arches as the cold sharpness touches me in my most sensitive spot. He drags it back up through me, my toes curling as he then scrapes the sharp bit over my mate mark. “Fuck,” I’m so close. He draws lazy circles with his single claw, dancing over those buds of nerves scrapping lightly enough that I wither and squirm. I look down to where his hand is toying with me. He pulls my extended leg up and out to the side, spreading me wider to him. His claws retract slightly just so I can feel a mix of the pad of his thumb and claw at the same time. He adds more pressure, cycling my clit, the sli