Huntress Piercing Wind Novels & Stories

That was no way for a woman to live. I fish for my bag, searching for my small kit, hoping the needles and thread I have will be enough. "What are you doing?" Jax asks when his head had finally cleared from his internal meltdown enough to now be able to gage what I was doing. I thread the needle, through one side of the wound to the next, hopining my mimicry of a suture will hold up "That won't work." Jax continues.

“The hood piercing will make this swell even more. Every brush of your panties will torture you. You’ll think of me every time you get wet.” He prepped her meticulously—cleaning, clamping her clit hood with precise pressure that made stars burst behind her eyes. The stretch was intimate, exposing her completely. Lucy’s hands fisted the sheets, tears of overwhelming sensation leaking from her eyes. Nick’s breath was hot against her inner thigh. “You’re doing so good, baby. Such a dirty girl letting me pierce your cunt.” His voice dropped to a growl. “After this, I might need to test how sensitive it is. With my tongue. My fingers. My cock.”

He was the strongest wizard of the West. A moment later, an eerie sound of wind rattling along the leaves of the trees is powerful and violent. Willow and Cassandra look at each other when they sense the ruthless blows of wind. “You heard that?” Willow just nodded and glance at the window, the energy drive into the ground screaming like a hurricane that moves along the housetops. He moves his hands to close the window and ordered the others to stay away from the window. “They are here.”

Using Marael’s distraction, I rip the amulet from her neck and kick out at her knife. As soon as I do, the ground begins to shudder, and a loud roaring echo erupts through the hellish world. The wind picks up with a howling whoosh as dirt and debris swirl around us, becoming stronger with every second that passes. It feels like we’re in the middle of a vortex. My eyes sting, and my skin prickles with every biting cut of dust and debris that sails through the air. Clutching the amulet to my chest, I cover my face and kick out at the creature. Another loud roar burst through the air, followed by Marael’s scream of outrage. “Do not let her go!”

All at once, I could hear what sounded like distant base drums start to thrum out a steady cadence. “The warriors have begun the ceremony. They will hunt soon.” Kaira said, a shiver visible as she began to pace. As she did, I began strapping on my small pouch with Makya’s wooden whistle and made sure my dagger was secure to my thigh and hidden beneath my dress. I was glad they hadn’t tried to take it from me. “What exactly is this ritual they are doing tonight?” I asked hesitantly. I realized I had no idea what I was about to witness.

Derofort⁶ A chilling wind touched the brunette’s skin as her eyes opened. Everything was still blurry until she blinked a couple of times and her hazel eyes widened in shock upon seeing where she was. There she laid on the Carter lake house’s front porch. Her night just became weirder.

Breathing in, he held it in that w*y for a while and then let it out. He opened his eyes with determination, and started to run forward, the fastest he had ever gone. The shadow ran in also, as it tried to attack him, raising its shadowy hand and whacking him on the shoulder. Drake let out an enormous scream, as pain rushed through his whole body. He fell face flat on the ground, groaning in pain.

It really is a terrifying—tall and skinny reaper without a face. Its scythe almost got Hessuel. Looking up in the direction of the blizzard, "Tackle with the wind!" I said. The second he maintains a stance on the ground, I blow in the air to change its direction, where Hessuel is facing. So when he jumps, the wind is to his advantage and he catches the reaper to the ground with his claws, biting its scruff. "Hold it!" I ran to snatch its scythe while it's trapped, however, the scythe passed through my hand and I consequently stumbled!

The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night. They charged through the trees, bursting from the shadows. The sound of arrows being notched and guns cocking filled the gaps between the howls. The Huntress strode across the field, the snow crunched underneath her boots. She flipped two blades from her sleeves a wicked grin on her painted, blood-red lips. ####

She swabbed it, put in stainless steel hoop which matched the color of her new collar. I gargled again and went to the other side, sucking her other nipple while continuing to fuck her cunt with the vibrator. Her moans increased in volume and frequency. Monique made me move and in less than a minute, she orgasmed and sported another hoop. "Lick the slave's cunt, Master Scott. We need to build up the endorphins in her system as much as possible for her hood piercing. The hood piercing stings like hell."