Kissed By A Needle Novels & Stories

Her eyes grew colder with each passing second as she watched the man indulge in the pleasure of the world. She took out a small whistle-like object and blew it into it. An almost unassailable needle flew from it and pierced the man's exposed neck. It took a few seconds for the man to pass out cold. The cigarette in his mouth stayed in place like the glass of wine in his hand.

Youngsters nowadays were becoming more and more tactless. Larissa didn't want to waste time talking to them. She walked over to the little girl and turned up her palm. A silver needle appeared in her palm. Then, with a swift movement, she pierced the silver needle into the little girl's forehead. Her movements were so quick that nobody even had a chance to stop her. When they saw that Larissa's silver needle had already pierced through, the crowd gasped collectively. The little girl, who had been in so much pain that she was about to faint, calmed down very quickly.

I felt like he was daring me to say something, especially as I felt the needle gently prick my clit. I was definitely crying now, and snot was running down my face. I tried to regulate my breathing, but every prick of the needle on my body brought out small screams and gasps. When the needle went through the flesh of my left nipple, I really lost it, screaming and crying, struggling against my bonds, but managing, barely, to keep my pain non-verbal as he fastened the jewelry in my tortured tit.

I want to, desperately, but this moment—this first stroke of the needle—needs to be hers. She leans forward, pressing her chest to mine, kissing my chest, her hips still moving as she grinds down, sending waves of pleasure through me. Then I hear the buzzing sound of the tattoo gun starting up. The sharp sting of the needle meets my skin, right over my heart. The pain is familiar, but this time it’s different. It’s her.

Harder. Fifteen seconds. My mind finally floated up from the drowning haze of induced heat. He pulled the needle out. His thumb pressed down hard on the tiny injection site, rubbing in slow circles for two full seconds. The pressure was so light, like polishing fragile antique porcelain. And so heavy, like branding his own mark into my flesh. Those amber eyes never once looked into mine. They stayed locked on the bite marks Kane had left at the edge of my gland. His pupils constricted into hair-thin vertical slits of pure, searing jealousy.

Many thought the same as well because not everyone had seen such rare treasures in their lives. Even the old lady who was a traditional doctor had only heard of the rumors, she had never seen the true appearance of the needles. “Hmph, you’re just a young brat! What do you know?” Darven shot Georgie a contemptuous glare. “I’ll let you normies see just how powerful this set of bone needles are then!” He took one of the bone needles and gently punctured the glass coffee table next to him. The almost transparent needle directly pierced into the glass surface with engravings, it was as simple as piercing into a piece of paper.

Tears disintegrating in her lovely enormous eyes, her voice is delicate, "President George, you… .. you are back." Kevin slips a little uncertainty into his heart and strolls over, grunting, what are you doing?" How does a nail sharp hedgehog turn into a bunny? Arosh brings down her head and conceals her eyes, and she admits, "I'm... I'm heartbroken." in a tentative voice. Kevin scowls. The pepper abruptly turns out to be delicate to such an extent that he isn't utilized to it. "You are grieved? How have you treated me?" Kevin connects and lifts Arosh's sharp little jawline. Unexpectedly, crush!

Awakened HIS lips caressed my skin, sucking and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The intensity of his sensual kiss drove me to the brink of madness. His movements continued, gradually descending to my most sensitive area. Gripping the sheets tightly, my toes curled in pleasure as he found that perfect spot. A moan escaped my lips, unable to contain the ecstasy within me.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

"You smell so fucking good, Rain." I try to pull myself away now that I can still think for myself. He bend's his head and kisses my neck. I find myself moving my neck to give him access. Gosh, I'm so weak. "Please," Xavier whispers as his trails kisses from my neck to my lips. He kisses me and I kiss him back. The bat falls out of my hand as Xavier lifts me and I cross my hands on his neck. He deepens the kiss and I moan into his lips.