Huntress Piercing Wind Novels & Stories

Chapter 17 – The Hunt Continues XANDER, The moon hung low over the Crescent Mountains, veiled by a curtain of thick clouds as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. Wind whispered through the treetops, carrying the scent of pine, frost, and something else—blood. I adjusted the obsidian-dipped leather straps of my armor, each etched with wolfsbane runes. It wasn’t just protection—it was a declaration. I was no longer the reckless heir chasing shadows.

the huntress announced, entering the hut after them, stepping over their bodies simultaneously reaching into her satchel bag, producing a crystal that glowed a faded shade of gold, shaking it quickly and as it glowed brighter she opened her hand and it raised a few inches over her palm. “Thank you for the obvious call,” Ean shot back, rolling onto his back, groaning loudly as his damaged body protested performing any action. “I haven’t struggled to move this much in many, many years,” Rector sighed, using his elbow to roll himself onto his back, sitting up slowly, raising an eyebrow at what the huntress was doing, “So I know you will not tell us your true name because we are outsiders, but s

A song of the sword, twirling on the breeze. And then the voice, dry and entertained. “Didn’t expect to see you lot still alive.” Serena stood up too fast. There was one hard smack to her chest. A figure stepped out from among the trees. With her hood up, two long blades crisscrossing her back, and a silver clasp at her collar shaped like a falling star. The Huntress. “ Huntress." Lucian breathed. Serena didn’t know if she felt shocked or relieved.

*Roar* The female Wind Demon bellowed loudly, clearly unfazed by Pathfinder’s display of power. Her eyes flashed brightly as she threw a strong punch towards Pathfinder, ignoring the flames that clouded the latter’s frame. Pathfinder’s eyes flashed and his arms that held his axe gripped Rigor tightly. With a slight twisting of his hands the axe was shifted to the other side of his body, allowing him to chop down with great ferocity!

My mouth feels like someone’s put a small piece of hot metal under it, which they have. My nipples are throbbing under the bandages. My cock has been carefully zip-tied into a special padded compression cup the piercer gave me with a brochure that said the words minimum two weeks about fourteen times. I’m also riding the biggest endorphin wave of my life. Outside of sex and playing with Kir of course. I look at him. He looks at me. "You had some things pierced," he observes. How the hell does he know? I wanted it to be a big reveal.

“You will endure. You will obey. Every motion, every pulse, every twitch is claim.” Cassian’s steady hand guided me as they prepared. The sensation was sharp, deep, overwhelming, pressing low and insistent. Heat flared violently, nerves screaming alive, muscles quivering uncontrollably, pulse hammering in my ears. I moaned softly, unable to stop the waves of sensation that coursed through me as the piercings dragged and tugged with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my core. My hole clenched desperately around the invading pressure, slick pouring out in hot, messy gushes that soaked the furs and ran down my thighs in thick trails. My cock throbbed painfully, leaking

I leaned over to her and caressed her cheek. She sighed below a needle. "So dreamy." She said. I pierced forceps into her. "Prevent, what the fuck are you doing? Please do not!" "Quiet! Take what you realize you deserve." I said. That darkish pleasure felt nearly choking with the sound of her begging. Forceps intended extra ache for her, it's a better piercing than the play piercing kits, it's like an eight gauge fish hook. I stabbed one and she yelped. She turned tearful, the same time as I calmed to the sight of her blood pooling up.

Next, the Soil-Thickening Formation that was about to block him was instantly crushed. In a piece of flying mud, the whirring wind sounded like a ghost wailing at night, rolling toward his neck with a deep chill. Then, Xander swung his arm, and his palm met with the wind of blades. Clank! Sparks flew everywhere as Xander grabbed the wind of blades. Next, he roared like an angered beast a few times, taking big steps forward before slamming his foot on the ground. Then, he threw the wind of blades with his backhand.

The anger at the pit of my stomach began to boil like a hot dragon waiting to unleash its free flame on his prey. "We need to get you stitched up Nem." I stated and took the needle and thread and stitched her up focusing on her hand so I didn't mess up. A scar on her perfect body joined by the rest on her body from the guy she wouldn't talk about to me but said the Black Hunter killed him. "Done. I don't want you here. Go home." "What? No! You don't get to walk away from me after that. I very much think tha- " "Not like that. It's not safe here right now. Anything that happens to you will be on my hands as I let you be here. You'll get your answers as you deserve to but not here baby. Ok. Go

Placing down the last scroll, Landon handed Max the sacred dagger of the pack, “Alpha Maximus will complete the blood bond between himself and his mate.” Unlike the day in the forest when Max sliced open both his and her palm, this time he made a small slit on the inside of her wrist, careful not to cut too deep, and did the same to his own wrist before placing her wrist on top of his, allowing the blood to mix. As their wrists touched, Max stared deeply into her eyes, loving the way her eyes dilated and sparkled under the light of the setting sun. Once the bond was complete, Max’s wrist was healed, barely leaving behind a scar, while Landon quickly wrapped a bandage around Star’s wrist to s