Romans & histoires Lips On The Tips Of A Knife

, Lily stated. Zoey quickly threw her one leg up in the air to kick Lily but Lily dodged her attack and jabbed Zoey in the stomach causing her to quickly hold her hand over her stomach with one hand. Zoey quickly jumped over the counter to reach the other side to grab a kitchen knife and held it in a defensive mode. Lily smirked and gestured for Zoey to come at her as she walked closer to Zoey, she quickly flung the knife at Lily which hit her heart immediately and Lily immediately faded into dust. Zoey sighed as she walked over to the scene and saw the knife that was the only thing left there saying ‘Stainless Steel’, in small print on the side of it.

Alfi swiftly unsheathes Tipit to block it. "Di... Dildo?!" Alfi is shocked to see the knife that looks like a penis with a branch that looks like a small penis. And... The penis, I mean the knife is glowing white like a Dildo. If you don't have any idea what Dildo is, then I recommend you to remain to know nothing about that.

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

He smirks at me as he grips it, flipping it in the air as I watch. My heart races and my pussy clenches as I imagine him using it on me the way I used it on myself, the way I like…so fucking deadly and hard. Leaning down with it, he drags the flat edge between my bare breasts to my belly button. He turns it, pressing the sharp end there until I stop breathing so I don’t cut myself. “You want to be fucked raw? You’ve got it,” he snarls, then turns the knife and drags the sharp edge back up the valley between my breasts, lightly enough not to cut but hard enough to leave a stinging pink line that has my head dropping back as I thrust my neglected chest at him.

With a keen that sounds like fun. Holland’s eyes sharpen. She heard something too. The knife is small but it’s a fact in her hand. She breathes in through her nose like Todd taught her, and the blue at the edges of her lips has shifted pink. She’s not ready to die on my floor, not even with the Wolf crawling all over the narrative.

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.

*Lilith POV* My lips curled up in a devilish smile, hipwalking to meet with Thierry, who was busy grinning at me, still holding a tray, outstretched. I scanned the stainless tray that was holding the items requested, which was a heated knife. The knife was so hot to the extent that you could see the blazing fire coming off of it. "Any last words you wish to say to each other?" I pry, picking the hot knife from the tray after whispering an appreciation to Thierry.

She was absorbing. I stepped to the right side of the room. “This wall is knives. Every type you can think of. Combat blades, switchblades, karambits, trench knives, double-edged, spring-loaded, throwing knives. Most people don’t realize how often these end up being the backup when guns fail. Knife throw is an art in itself.” Gianna glanced over them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the polished blades and serrated edges. She reached out to touch one but paused, hesitant. The thing looks weird in her soft, delicate hands, not gonna lie.

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

I yell, as the blinding cold surface of the knife touches my clit, sending jolts to my brain. My legs slam close, or at least that's what I try to do, but his knees stop my legs from closing even a bit. ... And I can't even clench my pussy muscles to get some relief because he's holding my pussy lips apart with his fingers. Fuck! What's----- wha----- What's----- what did he put on that knife? "Did you just swear at me?" He asks, and I mewl, not answering him and instead try shifting my hips but his hands don't let me.