Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

“The knife to kill Zach.” The knife was small, but it was heavy, like a sword. Nevea observed it. The knife was golden, and calligraphy adorned its body. She stroked it, and the blade gleamed. “It recognizes you.” Kiara pointed at the knife using her chin. “That’s the only weapon to kill Zach.” Nevea put the knife behind her and stared at Kiara. “You think I can kill Zach?” “You can. He will make you kill him. Don’t worry about that.”

*TW* Knifeplay “You can request, I can't guarantee it.” I stand in front of her looking at her waiting, she looks nervous. “I don’t think I have seen my kitten, so nervous, is it really that naughty?” I stroke her cheek, kissing her lips. “I want knife play Master.” My head snaps back to her face, that's rare. “If I agree, I won’t be cutting deep, no matter how much you beg me, I don’t want to scar your body kitten” I will do it, but there are so many levels to knife play, and I personally can not cut that deep.

My eyes lingered on his chest a second too long. The mate bond throbbed. “And the knives?” he asked, picking one up. I glanced at the set laid out beside me. I’d never used knives before. But I was determined to learn how. The more weapons I could handle, the better. “Those are for later,” I told him. He nodded. Then, after a brief pause, he stepped into the open space between me and the targets. I froze. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Standing,” he shrugged.

“I won’t fail.” I reached through the bars. I took the knife from his hand. I felt how heavy it was. I tested the edge with my thumb. It was sharp enough to cut skin easily. I gave it back to him. “Hide it well,” I said. “Stay out of sight until the moment. One strike. Then run. Come back here only when it’s finished. When Faye is dead and the pack is screaming my name.” Kael took the blade. He put it back in his boot. “I’ll do it.”

“Now, you can tell me a story. My favorite is the one about Cutter’s magic book. You know that one, don’t you?” “Can’t sssay I do,” I said, still slurring a bit. “Aw, come on Minus, you know it. It’s the one where the dumbass hero biker tells the scary guy with the big knife where Cutter’s book is,” he said, pulling a giant Bowie knife from a sheath on his belt. It was the same kind Viper used on Loro, from its size to the style of the handle. “You and your b… boyfriend Viiiper get those as a mmmatching set or something?”

I found it a little funny when he referred to Silver Moon territory as enemy territory considering that they didn’t make us their enemy, we did. It was ironic. I hopped out of the passenger seat and walked towards the boot where Niko was. He was rummaging through the items in the boot, looking for something. As I came into his view, he tossed a black knife holster to me which I caught instinctively. “Put that on.” I scoffed, “I don’t need this, Niko,” I stretched out my hand and popped out my claws, “I’ve got this.” Niko sighed, closing the boot, “It’s just a signature look thing,” he gestured to the others who were standing a few feet away from the vehicle, “we all have one.”

It was a gruesome sight, but I knew that it was necessary to protect my pack. I finally settled on a set of silver-plated pliers, a whip made of silver chains, and a set of needles. I knew that the rogues would not be able to withstand the pain that these tools would inflict upon them. They needed to understand the consequences of attacking my pack, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that they did.