Huntress Piercing Wind Novels & Stories

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

The pressure wave hit the reinforced glass of the penthouse windows. Crrr-ack. Every window on the floor blew outward in a rain of diamonds. The wind rushed in, cold and sharp, whipping Madison’s hair across her face. Ethan followed a second later, his own cum a hot, thick flood that spilled out and coated their tangled thighs as he let out a final, guttural roar that rivaled the wind.

Hunter cut him off “You have no idea what you did when you tried to frame my mate, you fuck...” A piercing gust of wind filled the entire room, although none of the windows in that place were open. Around her, Corinne watched all the tigers and wolves shield their faces from that inexplicable gale or look for where it was coming from... Except for one of them. A tiger covered in a cape with the official seal of the Valiant, which must have been one of the many escorts the pack had sent to the elders, but which for some reason seemed to have remained in the middle of the crowd, almost hidden. And, when a thin hand, with long nails and what looked like dark burn marks, Corinne felt her blood r

I don’t want to go straight to the limit again. The piercing of the needle makes me moan, memories flashing through my mind of the last time. The cross of the needles when he pushed it was like endorphins released and I nearly came on the spot. The pierce of the second needle makes me moan, my body screaming for him to push on them. Waiting, my breathing getting faster, the feel of the small needles running across my skin makes me moan. He’s using the pinwheel. My moans get louder. The sting of the whip across my ass makes me scream as he pushes the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip hitting again.

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.

As the hunter, she held her bias, and her focus on him was teaching him what exactly it was. Ariadne had said the older girl had the strongest will she knew beside him and he was tempted to put it to the test. A good distance away the older girl sprang forward. A good distance above ground she called upon the wind without incantations, as elementalists always did. The wind pooled in her upheld hand like a wide disc as she fell, her descent slower than it should’ve been, her weight borne by the wreckage of wind around her. As she dropped a feral smile daunted her pink lips to bare her teeth and she hit the ground loudly. The disc of wind in her hand snapped in on itself in a quiet explosion,

I nodded as if everything he was saying made sense, but in reality, I was more disturbed by having experienced it and recalling the feeling. “It feels like I was under for hours,” I said, breathless. “It’s only been less than two minutes. Don’t worry.” I tentatively touched my neck and felt the holes where Jace’s teeth had punctured. Contrary to all the stories, there seemed to be more than two. It felt like there were four or maybe five. I glanced at Jace, and he shrugged. “You heal fast. I suspect they will vanish in a few hours. I took little, just enough to close my wound.”

Like a rattling of roof during a heavy rain. My chest hurt. And I had a minute of doubt to what Anthony said that I hated my mother. If I hate her, then why I was here, wailing under the scorching heat of the afternoon sun? The wind blew cold against my damp skin. My body's shuddering diminish after awhile and I had to look around for some seat. And I saw bench not far from where I was standing. I took a deep breathe before I strode towards that white thing.

At one table, Nick saw a huge woman sitting alone and texting on her phone. He sat down next to her, “Hey. Are you the huntress?” Nick asked with the tone he used when interrogating criminals. “Excuse me? What are you talking about?” The woman asked. “You're the one who has been doing the lycanthropes in, aren't you?” Nick asked, undettered. “Is this a pick-up line? Because if it is, you need practice.” The woman said and walked away, but not before calling Nick a weirdo.

Talen always found the perfect solution, she thought, fondly. Cameron whimpered as Talen began to apply clothes pins across his chest. “Alright,” Aislen was fascinated. “I get the nipple clamps… but clothes pins?” “Brings the blood to the surface, sensitizing it,” Heath watched as Rhett placed a fifth piercing. “Oh, god, Rhett, no,” he added as Rhett turned his attention lower. “I’d do a guiche,” Rhett replied. “But I’m not that flexible. I might get it done in the shop once this flood is done.”