Diamond Cutters Sonic Novels & Stories

What they wanted couldn’t be freely given. “If we told you all our secrets, it won’t be a secret will it now cutie? Besides, you wouldn’t want to become a hunted man now would you?” Diamond knows how to punch a dog when it’s down. And she doesn’t leave any room for discussion with her abruptness.

I feel like I'll cum into his mouth. "Mmhmm, your wetness is so warm and sweet, my diamond" he moans and he got up and straddle on me and then he slide his cock into my vagina. A loud moan escaped my mouth but I had to refrain myself for screaming so hard to avoid other guests hearing we're making love.

Demetria explained in a calm voice. “That’s good to hear!” Clarice felt relieved. Huge relief washed over her. She began to relax a little. Demetria continued, “The other option is that I will make a tiny cut off your finger and the diamond will sip your blood. Which way do you want it to be?” Clarice's brows furrowed. “How will it suck my blood?” she asked, confused. Demetria answered, “The diamond will release tentacles that attach to your skin and suck your blood.”

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Vincent and Khalid's grins promised more, their eyes devouring her trembling form. Damian stepped away from her face, his massive dick glistening from her mouth, and rummaged in a drawer of his desk. The sound of metal clinking sent a shiver through Scarlett. He returned with a sleek black vibrator, its surface smooth and humming to life with a low buzz when he flicked the switch. 'Time to make that clit sing, red,' he growled, his deep voice laced with dominance. He knelt between her spread legs, the age gap stark as his broad, experienced hands parted her thighs wider. The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity.

it'll be done. I twisted the side and I heard a click which gained Frank's attention. The cube vibrated in my hand and the top of the cube formed an opening. I heard a ding and something scrolled out of it from the top. I almost lost control of my hands as I stared at the mesmerizing stone in my palm. "Lantonio Diamond?!" Frank yelled. .

For the stones until he dodged his sister who released another sonic scream. “This is only gonna end with one of us with those medillions isn’t it?” Scott. “Yes it is.”

I looked at the violet diamonds Lucian had been stacking, they were glowing with a fierce, defiant light. "The diamonds," I whispered, "Lucian... you weren't making toys, you were making Lenses." I looked at my son, then at the black void in the sky, "we aren't going to hide in the bottle, we’re going to turn the bottle into a Laser."

They didn't bite; they used their quartz-plated paws to slam into the earth around the Red King, creating a series of sonic booms that disrupted the stability of his smoke-like body. The Red King roared, his flat, lightless eyes searching for the source of the noise. He released his grip on Killian, who stumbled back, his silver veins flickering like a failing lightbulb. This was my opening. I didn't lunge with my teeth. I ran with the precision of a woman who had performed a thousand craniotomies. I was a white blur, my gold eyes locked onto that pulsing obsidian shard in his throat. I leaped, not for his neck, but for the gap in the shadow. I shifted my paw mid air, extending a single, sil

She saw the silver hand transform, the fingers lengthening into jagged, vibrating blades of tungsten-carbide. Sofia’s arm cocked back. She wasn't aiming for Bianca’s heart. She was aiming for her stomach. For the legacy. "No!" Dante was a blur of black fur and desperation. He didn't claw. He didn't bite. He simply threw his entire massive frame into the path of the strike. The sound was wet. A sickening, rhythmic thud-shred as the metallic claws met living bone. Dante didn't scream. He grunted, his jaw clamping shut so hard a tooth snapped. He stood between Bianca and the machine, his body a literal shield. Sofia’s arm was buried deep in his shoulder, the vibrating blades chewing through mus