Izumi Chains Novels & Stories

His thumb rubbed my clit in steady circles. I whispered "Please..." It came out more like a moan. My hips tried to move but the chains held me. "Are you asking me to begin mmm" His face buried back in my pussy licking everywhere. Then he looked up at me, eyes dark and hungry. "Beg me." His tongue went flat licking all the way from my hole to my clit. One long slow drag. I moaned out loudly. My head falling back. His eyes full of need. My hands grabbed his hair as much as the chains let me. He sucked my clit and his tongue flickered fast on my wet cunt.

"Don't just vent the heat—push it into the chains! Use the thermal expansion to lock the links!" ​Harl didn't answer with words. A moment later, a deep, rhythmic thud echoed from the lower levels. The Great Hammer had resumed its work, but the strike was slower now, heavy with the burden of the Twelfth Suture. Each blow sent a ripple of orange light through the iron chains, turning the rusted metal into a glowing, translucent amber.

Ziska scurried across the walkway toward Nyxios's chambers, the numerous bangles on her wrists jingling with each hurried step. The grey-scaled Scalekin servant moved with surprising agility despite her characteristic waddle, her amber eyes darting to catalog every detail she passed. She barely stood four feet tall. As she approached her destination, she adjusted the small pouch at her hip where, among other necessities, she kept her secret collection of marbles hidden safely away from prying eyes.

I immediately grabbed the officiant's microphone and shouted, "This video's fake! Everyone, don't believe it! This is an AI-generated deepfake video! I trust Isaac, and he would never do anything to betray me! This is fake!" Then, I said to Isaac, "Call the police right now! Whoever did this needs to be arrested immediately!"

How could she forget it? She picks up the gift in her hand and inspects it closely. It’s a thin light Byzantine silver chain with an intricate design with a rope-like texture. Each of the chains links passes through four others making the chain both strong and flexible. Indra tugs the chain gently and it immediately gets longer. She quickly ties it together into a lasso, gets up and looks at the sleeping men. Imagine how surprised they would be if she managed to catch one of the demon horses on her own while they slept. She decides to try her luck and sneaks off into the grey blurry fog as quiet as she can.

He saw that Emperor Ao's bones, internal organs, meridians, and even his heart were all locked tightly by chains, which were as thick as fingers and shining with golden light. Was this the Firmament Chain? Chu Xun was curious about it, so a strand of his divine sense went to touch it. However, the divine sense was absorbed by the Firmament Chain before it could get close. Once again, Chu Xun transmitted another strand of divine sense. However, as soon as it got closer, it was absorbed again. The Firmament Chain was like a hungry little snake.

And the door creaked open. She stepped through the threshold like a queen entering a throne room. The chamber was vast, circular, and carved entirely in obsidian. On the pedestal at its center rested the artifact—a length of black chain, coiled like a serpent, humming with a power that made her bones ache. The Obsidian Chain. It looked deceptively simple. No ornaments, no flare. Just pure, soul-binding magic. Isadora approached slowly, reverently. “They said you couldn’t be touched. That even the gods feared to wield you. But they were cowards. They feared what you’d unleash.”

I could suddenly feel my small biceps pulsating and tingling with what felt like a power surge. With a sudden clanging to the ground, one chain ripped away from its bolt and fell to the floor. "Good! That's good Ellie, now try and do the other one!". Zekan called out enthusiastically. I took the last chain in both hands and once again putting my feet on the wall. I heaved it toward me, hearing the bolt start to crack away from the wall. My core tensed with my arms as I gave the chain a big yank and ripped it out of the last bolt.

Chapter 47 Broken Horizon Of Fuji The collapse of the Saint Michel hub had been an avalanche of ancient history, but the fracturing of the Mount Fuji vault was a primal, volcanic execution that threatened to erase the physical boundary of the entire Shizuoka prefecture. The massive block of volcanic basalt that had struck the central catwalk did not just buckle the steel structure; it sheared off the main suspension pins that anchored the walkway to the western wall of the tube, sending the entire five-ton iron frame tilting into a ninety-degree vertical drop over the frozen magma pool below.

“This. Your obsession with me.” “What? No, I’m not obsessed. Oh, all right, maybe. Just a tiny bit.” Ganzorig thrust his weapon forward like a chameleon’s tongue but Temujin leapt back out of reach and threw the plumbed end of his kurasigama inwards to entangle the chain whip. He then executed a high side kick, hooked both chains with his tabi boot, and stomped on them to secure them. “I used to think you were big,” Temujin said.