Novel & Cerita Lips On The Tip Of A Knife

Vitali’s lips drew closer, his grip tightening as he toyed with the idea of violating me even further. I shifted, subtly enough that the switchblade hidden in my back pocket pressed into my hip, a reminder of my one chance. As Vitali trailed his tongue over my chin, I slid my hand behind me, fingers slipping into my pocket. In one quick, precise motion, I flicked open the blade and drove it deep into his thigh.

The alcohol made me lightheaded. The knife was heavy and every demon looked at me with wide eyes. "Some of these knives are laced with lilac. For safety reasons. I know which ones are laced with it, but you don't, do you, Dove?" Adrian asked me. I stared at the knife. "No, my King." I answered truthfully. I really didn't know any of this information. "Now come sit in my lap and put the knife against my throat." Adrian ordered me. I swallowed heavily, but turned to him and took two steps towards him while the tip of the knife sliced over the table, cutting the soft wood.

I said with a funny expression, and we both laughed at the situation. He suddenly snatched my hand and handed me a pocket knife! I was shocked. The surprise on my face got deeper as I looked down at the knife that came with a pocket and looked at his face. “Hubby!” I said with a sweet smile, and he laughed. “I see it strikes your likeness! Open it and see!” He urged me, and I enthusiastically opened the knife and brought it out. I was shocked at how beautifully the knife was carved. It was a special type of silver knife that had the first side looking so smooth, like a sword, and the second side like a rough wave of the sea.

Probably some sort of knife. “You’ve got some explaining to do.” I said to break the silence. He then turned to me with his eyes looking unstable and lips twitching. I looked at his hands and saw knives on each one. The knives looked like karambit knives, a fixed and folding knife with curved blades often used for close quarter combat. Blood flowed on his arms as it dripped on the edge of his knives. He then grinned as he ran towards me and I immediately slid away to avoid him. As he passed by, I could smell a putrid smell, smell of decaying flesh and extremely rotted eggs.

I unsheathed it in one movement and held it up. His eyes widened. "What are you—" "I need to confirm something." I raised my hand, turned the blade, and ran it along my fingertip. A bright bead of blood welled up instantly. I looked at him, who froze in his spot. "Can you... lick this for me?"

Luna’s breath hitched, and she sighed, her hand pressing against her temples as if trying to stave off a headache. “This isn’t right,” she murmured, but her voice faltered under Louve’s relentless gaze. With a swift motion, Louve dropped from her chair. She moved to a darkened corner, where shadows seemed to cling to her every step. When she returned, her hands were wrapped around a black knife, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light, and a wooden bowl that seemed far too ordinary for what was about to unfold. Without a word, I extended my hand. Slowly, Louve pressed the blade against my arm. A sharp sting tore through me.

"G-good...boy..." The knife finds my hip again and I bite the blood out of my lip in effort to contain myself. It sinks, agonizingly slow and I try to focus on anything. Creature. The moon. The movement of bats as the sky is almost completely dark. Stars. Trees. I ignore my own whimpers and moans as the blade slices downwards. One long, sluggish slice. My vision swims and I try again to go into my mind.

I stared at her in awe. “No,” she said. “That wouldn’t be right, would it?” With those words, she flipped the knife again, grasped the top of her penis with her free hand, and in one efficient stroke sliced the member off at the base. Bringing it up to her face, she coupled its bloody end with her nose and cried like an elephant before casting the strange trunk aside, then turning the knife on the belly before her.

Her hands went over to my pants and she pulled out the small knife in it. “Hey!” I shouted. She gave me an apologetic smile. “I am sorry.” She cut her skin with the tip of the blade while I stared wide eyed. “Seriously, what are you up to?” “Just…” she placed a finger over my lips to shut me, “Keep quiet. I need to focus.” She said, her hazel eyes glinting with confidence. But what caught me shocked and frozen was her finger touching my lips. I knew she didn’t do it because she meant anything. She just wanted to shut my mouth. At this point, she might have even gagged me.

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. As I moved, Leon's length filling me completely, I was quick to reach my climax once again. My nails dug into his shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over me, my body quivering with the intensity of it. Leon's lips gently sucked on my neck, his arms wrapping tight around me as he held me close, forcing me to ride out my orgasm. As I let out a shaky breath, he rolled us over, still inside me. He wrapped my legs around him, pushing deeper, his lips lowering once again to mine. But as his lips met mine, I reached under the pillow, my fingers closing around the cold handle of a knife.