Metal Gear Punished Snake Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

"What did you do to the scepter? Purl, did you see what happened. Dammit, Jinx! I'm not ready for the snake again! Don't toss it... fuck." The snake hit the ground and turned into a bunch of tinier snakes. "I am not concerned about Tarsi fucking with the scepter right now!" Purl's small legs could not keep him from being snapped at by the otherwise adorable little snakes. "Why did you have to summon something venomous?"

The snake changed the aim of its guns and rained magic bullets on the Hunters. Before the bullets could reach, a barrier was formed by two of the mages that blocked the bullets entirely for a while before it shattered from the continuous barrage. Although it was destroyed, it actually created a distraction. While the snake was firing, two vanguards ran up the buildings on opposite sides. Then with their swords, stabbed into the snake’s back. After that, they ran down the back of the snake with their sword still in its skin. The armour was very tough, so they actually stabbed in between the plates. As ran cut open the snake’s back, small explosions and sparks came from the open wound, exposin

His head was completely bald and a snake tattoo ran from his chest to twist around his neck, up his temple and ended halfway along his skull. The snake has two heads. “I'm gonna get those back right?” I asked, motioning to my gear. “We'll see.” Snake tattoo replied, mimicking my earlier smile with his teeth wide open. We began the long walk to The Viper. The rookie walked in front, shoulders high obviously proud of this important role he got to play. Bald headed snake guy walked beside me and the last one brought up the rear, his gun trained on my spine. I tried to map out the turns we took but it quickly became clear they had been anticipating that so we kept taking a lot of unnecessary tur

He didn't like snakes. Mel didn't even flinch when the snake was thrown at them. He kept leaping till he reached the finish line. Then he picked the snake from the ground. Everyone could see it wasn't a real one but a robot snake. He walked over to Rhett who now had a sour face. All his hard work was vanquished because... because he chickened out at the most important moment.

Before she could respond, the screen split, and Kai’s feed slammed into the other half of the projection. He was leaning heavily against the railing of the Black Snake submarine. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the orange cherry glowing like a demon’s eye in the arctic gloom. His tactical gear was unzipped to his mid-chest, revealing the jagged, purple scar across his pectoral muscles that pulsed with a life of its own in the strobe lights of the deck. Behind him, the wreckage of his radar array sat like a twisted iron corpse. The sound of the freezing sea slamming into the hull provided a rhythmic, percussive bass to his rough, nicotine-stained voice.

Death seemed a real possibility, but I wasn’t giving up so easily. In the distance I heard gunshots and a crashing sound. My men were breaking through the gate. “You’ve been poisoned! I’m not leaving you.” She was crying. “Why, Nico? Why did you let him get you?” “Yess!” the Snake man hissed, “He’ss going to die!” He was almost unrecognizable, more snake than human. Red eyes glowed like rubies. Her head whipped around to face the monster. “And so are you, asshole!” she growled at him.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

What a sly snake! "You keep teasing and bullying me to no end!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. However, Basil just stared back at me, stupefied. Then, he wailed and said, "I never did that!" I wasn't interested in his explanations. I just said, "Stay farther away from me. You're a bad snake!" Basil replied in a choked voice, "I'm not a bad snake. I'm a good snake. You said it yourself. You said that I was the most well-behaved snake in the world!"

It was tucked under a ledger, thick with cash that she could feel through the paper. "First job?" Raven spun around, her hand instinctively moving toward the knife concealed in her jacket. A man emerged from behind one of the shipping containers—tall, lean, with the kind of predatory stillness that marked him as dangerous. She recognized him from the Saints' intelligence files: Snake, one of Venom's enforcers and the man responsible for several gruesome executions. "Yes," she replied, keeping her voice steady. "Just following orders." Snake approached slowly, his eyes never leaving her face. "You're the one asking questions about Michael Rodriguez. Heard you had some interesting conversation