Cock Fighting Blades Novels & Stories

She’s enjoying this testosterone overload too much. Ghost got Blade in a standing rear choke. Being two inches smaller than me, Blade dangled from Ghost’s arms like a toddler. Being half dumb like his boss and a half too small against Ghost, he relied on his speed. Blade made eye contact with me, winking, his fingers digging into Ghost’s arms. I shook my head, praying that he acts as the bigger person, figuratively. But no, he likes proving size doesn’t matter in a fight. “Fucking hell,” I whispered as Blade elbowed Ghost, twisting the wrist choking him, winding his body until he had Ghost’s arms forward. He smiled at me triumphantly, throwing his legs over Ghost’s mammoth frame trapped betw

‘Shit, busted’ I chuckle back, turning just in time for two men to come running at me; Nope not today. I have time to shoot one but the other takes me to the ground, grunting with the force of the impact I roll out of his grip and jump up in time to catch his leg as he aime’s a kick at my stomach. Pulling one of my blades from my thigh strap I stab it into his leg, earning myself a roar of pain and fury mixed. Smirking at the big fucker who is now swinging like a man possesses, making it easy to dodge his attack. Jumping at me one last time I swing another of my blades in an upwards motion and catch the fucker under the chin, then pull ripping his face open.

It was seen that the two fighters nodded their heads in understanding. "Alright the fight starts" said Referee Zein. "I don't want to linger against you so I will immediately show my second reliable move so feel this" Vika said, but again Juan just looked silent and did not reply to Vika's words to speak. "Yes, our viewers can immediately see Vika who takes out his Wind Blades Style but it looks like Juan who is still silent what happened to the viewer Juan?" Said Host Karpenko. You can see several forms of blades made of wind elements directly attacking Juan and the weapon is right on Juan's face, body and legs.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Cleavers, scimitars, and chef's knives, blades for boning, filleting, carving, slicing, and chopping. "Before we were criminals, the Zajacs had a family trade. What we learned, we passed down. I can butcher a hog in forty-two minutes." He lifts up a long, slender knife, touching the ball of his thumb to the blade. Without any pressure at all, the skin parts, and a bead of blood wells up against the steel. "What do you think I could do to you in an hour?" he muses, looking up and down my stretched-out frame. "Maybe you could explain what the fuck you want, for a start," I say. "This can't be about transit property."

He dropped to his knees, panic taking place of smug confidence. The blade man snarled, lunged at me in anger. I ducked, kicked the empty chair through him. He stumbled into the glass man. They tangled together for a bit. I kicked, elbowed, slapped, and enjoyed doing things to them. I showed off my close combat with heart-pounding clarity.

Blood sprayed the inner walls, turning the frost slick and red. A blade flashed toward Kieran's face. He ducked, felt the edge nick his ear. Pain cleared the fog in his head. He snarled and slammed his pommel into the attacker's mouth, teeth shattering like glass. Another came at his flank , Cassius dragged the man down, dagger punching through ribs.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around. "Pretty, isn’t it?" I beam. This whip had been specially made for me by Nix’s men to allow me to fight from a far distance to keep myself safe unless I absolutely had no choice. "Is that all you have?" Fineon pushes, seeming dissatisfied. "Nope." Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a butterfly knife and flip it open. "I promise I’m fully equipped for this fight," I sigh, putting the butterfly knife back. "Have faith in me, alright?"

Then, a long blade flew into his hand. Swish, swish!!! The long blade danced chaotically as Andraste cut down the opponents around him, who happened to be Windsor and Alroy families’ fighters. “Senior Cheever, what do you mean by that?” An Alroy family fighter saw the scene, and he frowned instantly. Andraste did not answer but slashed toward him. With a clanging sound, the weapon in this Alroy family fighter’s hand was cut into two by him. A slit even appeared on his forehead. That Alroy family fighter fell to the ground, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.