Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

“They are so… Oh Olivia, this is… Marvelous.” Asher trails off, and his thumbs brush the footpad on Olivia’s paw, rubbing circles there before pressing, the retractable claws peeking out. “Even your claws are—” Asher forgoes the middle pad to maintain the paw up with one hand, using the index of his second one to poke at the four pads at the top. “They’re so pink….” “Asking again what the hell is wrong with Asher.” Adam reiterates, this time, his inquiry answered by Walter.

“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.

I removed the shoe and saw a small bruise on my big toe that looked angry enough to spread that massive pain through my body. "Fuck! When I finally get my hands on that petty Flamingo, he will have panic attacks whenever he comes in contact with pink."I took the opportunity to take a rest while my hurting toe calmed down. I removed the remaining ointment Eria packed for me and applied a little on it before wearing the shoe back.

Quinn held out her pinky finger and without a second of hesitation, Claire wrapped her pinky finger around it. “Pinky promise, chickie.” “Good. Now, back to a more pressing matter. When you are going to go on a date again? There are sooooo many options for you girl AND!! You need to feel good again. Maybe even get laid. Who knows!” Claire shook her head, “what freaking options?”

I added another finger, curling them to hit that spot inside that made my toes curl. My other hand returned to my breasts, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and pinching the sensitive peaks as my thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight circles. The pressure built rapidly, my thighs beginning to shake. I braced myself against the wall with my free hand, my head falling back. “Please,” I whimpered, though I wasn't sure if I was begging him or myself. “Alpha, please…”

"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.

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