Romans & histoires Inklings Smash

Unable to control myself, I stab a finger at that gorgeous, rock solid chest of his. Gritting my teeth, I hiss, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are and quite frankly, I don’t give a shit. But don’t you ever talk to me like that again! You’ve apparently mistaken me for one of the groupie sluts you’re used to screwing anytime you please. Make no mistake, asshole, that’s not me.” Thankfully it’s enough of a slap in the face to have me straightening my spine all the while trying to wrestle my traitorous hormones into submission. Which is no easy task when faced with…well… him.

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent. KINKS: Knife play, light BDSM, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension, Double Temperature play. He strokes my clit again, pinching it every two seconds with the edge of the knife. "Oh Goddddd," I whimper, shuddering as my hips start to roll internally.

Clara shrieked as she attempted to take cover under the ancient desk, but even that had been blasted to smithereens. The Skibblitz bounced off the walls, ceilings, and furniture, causing destruction and chaos. Glasses shattered. Books flew off their shelves. The Skibblitz didn’t bother to spare Alex and Clara; it felt like a metal ball was being thrown at them. Alex forged a barrier around them and that successfully hindered the tiny menace hitting them square.

"I need my mates!" "I'm sure they're on their way." Jinx used a cool, damp cloth to stroke Doll's forehead. "They're going to feel this on your connection. So if you could keep the rest of those kits in..." The Orangelo trailed off as Ink announced that another was arriving and the first began to howl, showing off his very healthy lungs.

Jake smugly announced. “Fuck shit! This is so hard; I’m fucking cumming for you Jake! Oh God, this is going to be a big one!” And it was. Both of them combined their juices inside one another and moaned piercingly loudly. But Jake wasn’t done yet. He wanted to lap it all up. “Now you hot bitch, you keep cumming for me, so I can taste your sweet slit juices!” “Oh shut up you two!” Zack unexpectedly shouted “You’re worse than a p**n movie!”

Mangey and I arrived back at the surface, looking around Shattered Inkopolis. I grabbed out my X-Blade “Mangey stay with me” I said. Mangey nodded as we walked down the broken path, I then felt a cold wind chill blow pass me “ooh, I know Emperor did this, there’s no way that all Splatoon species would survive this fallout of the Killswitch” I said scratching my head. Mangey grunted *I know that Inkcanius, but that happened at a time when Emperor got bullied by the same Splatoon community that he just silenced long ago.* “Right Mangey and now Inkopolis is nothing but its former shell of its glory days” I said.

In an attempt to regain control the creature then tried to flip me and once again dig its claws into my skin to get a better grip. ----- [Chapter quote:" Into the wild, I go losing my way, finding my soul"]

“Don't let me down... The clock just started ticking and everything is going as you wanted...” *****

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"