Nipple Blades Meaning Novels & Stories

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

I blushed under that heated gaze. "My God! You look beautiful." He said almost to himself as he approached me. I sucked in my breath when he lightly touched my breasts. I closed my eyes, biting my lip again. I felt something snapping on my already hardened nipple. "Ohh! What is this?!" I gasped, looking down at the cloth clip on my nipple. "What are you doing to me?" I said , stepping back, resulting in a sharp jab in my clipped nipples as he was still holding it.

“These are nipple huggers. Watch.” I open the delicate silver object at its tiny hinge, settling it firmly around her nipple, tightening the thin wire beneath until it clamps the taut bud securely. Stepping back, I survey my handiwork. I damn near come right in my pants. The fragile silver, shaped like intricate flower petals, unfurls around her rosy-brown nipple, making it look like the lush center of a blooming flower. “Perfect,” I murmur, bending down to repeat the exact same process on her other breast.

“Are you scared, doll?” The knife grazed my nipple, and while I comprehended the shock from the feeling, another one took its place. A hot tongue replaced the cold metal, and my bud was sucked into a mouth. I wanted to arch my back, but I could still feel the edge of the blade right under the peak of my boob. He moved it to the other side and repeated the motion. The blade slid down, and I felt it slicing just a bit of skin under my boob, enough to leave a wet trail down my body, but not enough to kill me. I gasped, and while I was scared of the pain, I was also getting aroused.

“Right here. On your heart.” “Yes.” My voice barely rises above a whisper. “Do it. Mark me.” I hold his gaze. “Make me completely yours.” He grunts low, and I feel it more than hear it, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. The blade slips between my breasts and cuts my bra open in one clean stroke. Cool air hits my skin. My nipples pull tight, aching, and I suck in a breath as he drags the flat of the blade in slow circles around one, then the other. My body arches into it without permission, chasing the cold, chasing him.

Her nails scratched his scalp, leaving five shallow crescent-shaped marks on it. His hand moved from her back to her right breast. His palm covered the entire breast, with his fingers spread out. His thumb and index finger rested against the lower edge of the breast. He began to massage it slowly, in circular motions. His palm moved over the lace-covered breast, while the underlying breast tissue shifted, bounced back, and shifted again under his touch. With each circular motion, his palm passed over the nipple. The lace scratched against the erect nipple, producing a slight frictional sound. This sensation spread from the nipple to the areola, and then deeper into her chest.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

he called and Susan let out a smile. “I need you to massage something for me,” she said. “What’s it, mum?” He asked and Susan put off her cloth. She took his hand to her breast and left out a mischievous smile. “I want you to massage my nipplè,” she said and Nate let out a frown. “What’s nipplè?” He asked. “Oh you don’t know what nipplè is, silly you,” she said and placed his hand on her nipplè. “This is called nipplè, all you need to do is to press it,” She said and Nate nod his head.

This position exposed her breasts to me further, making me want to take over where she left off. I stopped using the knife to tease her slit and raised it to my lips before I licked the handle clean, forcing her eyes to dilate with desire. As soon as it was clean enough, I threw the knife up in the air, catching it by the handle before I lowered it to her round breast. I flicked her nīpple with the sharp tip of the knife. Her eyes rolled back as she squirmed below me. “Careful, angel,” I growled in warning as I pressed the tip into the skin on the side of her boob.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.