Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

"ye....es" My clit was so sensitive by now. When the rubbing stopped it almost felt like a relief.... but suddenly two fingers were plunged deep into my opening. I couldn't help but clench around them and a sigh escaped my lips. Damon let them be there for a while. "You're so wet.... so ready for me sweetheart"... he said this while reaching down to kiss me... Then his other hand moved from my cheek and took a hold of both of my wrists and held them securely over my tummy. He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping.

My grip on the sword felt uncomfortable, and honestly, I had no idea what I was doing. Valdanus circled around me slowly. “You’re holding it wrong.” “I’ve been holding swords for exactly thirty seconds.” “That’s somehow very obvious.” I glared at him while adjusting my grip badly. He sighed dramatically before stepping behind me. “Here,” he said quietly. His hands gently moved mine into place on the sword handle. My breath caught slightly when I felt him closer behind me. Focus, Pandora. “You’re tense,” he murmured. “Maybe because I’m holding a weapon for the first time.”

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

In addition, there were three powerful beings with contrasting appearances behind those two people. Bahn wore only shorts, and most of his body was wrapped in bandages. His expression was frigid. Floyd wore a robe, and there were a few steel balls in his hand. He rotated them occasionally in his palms, leaking out a smile. Lastly, Lennox, who kept pressing his right hand on the sword’s hilt at his waist as if this sword could be swung out of its sheath at any time.

She caught it awkwardly, the weight unbalanced in her hand. “Hold it properly,” Cassian instructed. Serina frowned, shifting her grip. He sighed and stepped closer, his hands enclosing hers, adjusting her fingers along the hilt. The warmth of his touch bled through her skin, steadying her in a way that both comforted and unsettled her. “Like this,” he murmured. “A sword is not a quill. It demands strength. Control.” She drew in a slow breath, forcing her attention to the weapon instead of the thrum in her chest.

He couldn't stop laughing, especially when he saw Elissa, who held the knife only by the handle, just like he was about to attack someone. Edgar also took the knife from Elissa's hand. Without saying anything, he corrected the way Elissa held the knife. Edgar made the palm of Elissa's hand hold the knife's hilt while her thumb and forefinger rested on the right and left sides of the knife's base. "You said if I want help, I can't be naggy. And the right way to hold the knife; I don't want you to get hurt," said Edgar.

Radolyub even felt slight anxiety; But behind Yaroslav were children. He did not protect them with himself, they stood up so that they could see their whole company well. A golden-haired teenager - a Tinasian held a naked sword in his hand, held it awkwardly, not like warriors do, but rather like a staff, in order to be able to quickly direct it towards opponents in case of emergency. With his other hand, he squeezed the girl's hand, and next to her, her exact copy was holding her sister's hand. Twins.

The younger one held the sword, the older man who shared similar features with him patted him on the back then placed his own hands on the younger one and together… They pulled out the sword.

Next Chapter >> “Hailey, is there anything you’d like to say in your defense?” one of the elders of the delegation urged. I nod my head in negative dumbfounded. “Bring in the sword” A guard steps in holding a long box nesting in its middle a sword the blade polished smoothly, reflecting the moon it is decorated beautifully stoned with blue diamonds gleaming underneath the moon. Jaden picks up the sword with shaking hands using both hands to grip it steady. The night wind wraps around me coldly, the large space strangling me with each forced step he takes, making my heart skip.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.