Mantis Piercing Nose Novels & Stories

Or chocolate eyes, if we’re keeping with the theme. Oh, and I have a septum piercing. Made with some special metal my aunt Kat developed so it would stretch when I shift. Noa isn’t a fan; she said it makes her look like a cow. But we compromised. I actually wanted to get more piercings, but for Noa I decided not to.

He just dared to give me a hickey! I was close enough to freak out when I no longer felt the hold on me. I was breathing heavily and sighed in relief with my eyes still closed. When I opened my eyes, I saw Manik holding the guy by his collar. Before I could realise anything, Manik’s big fist landed just on that bastard’s nose making him scream in pain and his nose was bleeding already.

she thought to herself, can't deny the fact that she got hooked by his handsome face. The young man's oversized nose was pointed. His brow is thick, and he has a piercing in his right brow. Its light brown eyes are round and have long lashes. The young man's lip was thin at the top and convex at the bottom; Carnation also noticed a small mole on its lower lip, which adds to his attractiveness. His hair is short and neat, and he has ear piercings on both ears. She didn't notice how many piercings he had because she was too focused on his face— wait! Did she just memorized his feature? Ow, f*ck!

It wasn't a lethal cut, but it was utterly painful. Slowly, Pierce cut his finger, toe, ear, and nose… Nero could no longer take the pain. He finally screamed aloud in agony. There were wounds all over his body, each of them oozing out blood. Some sticky substance that seemed like syrup was poured all over his body, sticking to the wounds. It was excruciatingly painful for him. That wasn't the end of it. Pierce brought out some bead-sized ants from nowhere. As the ants sensed the sugary substance, they followed the scent trail to Nero's wounds, crawling into his nasal cavity, cochlea, and belly button…

Talen always found the perfect solution, she thought, fondly. Cameron whimpered as Talen began to apply clothes pins across his chest. “Alright,” Aislen was fascinated. “I get the nipple clamps… but clothes pins?” “Brings the blood to the surface, sensitizing it,” Heath watched as Rhett placed a fifth piercing. “Oh, god, Rhett, no,” he added as Rhett turned his attention lower. “I’d do a guiche,” Rhett replied. “But I’m not that flexible. I might get it done in the shop once this flood is done.”

"Breathe in." She inhaled and I smoothly drove the needle through her flesh. She didn't move an inch. "Good girl. Almost finished." I took the fourteen gauge barbell and threaded it along the needle, pulling it through the three-quarter inch space under her flesh. I used gauze to gently wipe blood from her pussy. The piercing might bleed slightly for several days. It would also be quite sore in a few hours. I lay the needle and receiving tube on the tray and removed my gloves. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.

Sure it will. It’s slow motion as Eden and I watch it happen. The needle lining up. The sharp stab as the woman jabs the needle through the cartilage of her nostril. I cringe, Lyra cringes or should I say yelps with an aggressive bout of swear words following. But once it’s done, Lyra pats away her tear streaks that she claims is just from her eyes watering before flashing us a huge smile and a full view of the dainty ring that loops around the edge of her nose.

Black, sheer lace. But the cut is completely different from the women’s section on the other side of the store. It has a contoured front pouch and almost nothing in the back. A lace g-string, engineered specifically for a guy. My cock gives a hard, immediate throb against my zipper. Oliver tracks my reaction gleefully and that arrogant, wicked little smirk spreads across his mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing. "Manties.” I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word.

"Nipples next. Uncle's doing them himself." My tits heaved, nipples perked from the cool air. He clamped the first, cold metal pinching. "Breathe, slut." The needle pierced sharp, fire through my breast. I cried out, tears pricking. He threaded the ring quick, silver hoop with a tiny lock charm. "Fuck... burns." He tugged it light, sting shooting to my pussy. "Looks good. One more." Second nipple same—clamp, pierce, ring. I whimpered, but heat built low again. The fresh piercings throbbed, sensitive.