Nipple Blades Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

When I didn't reply he pressed the blade tightly against my nipple. I vigorously shook my head, feeling hot tears slide down the sides of my face. He removed his hand and instinct told me to scream, but fear kept me silent. He kept the blade at my nipple, teasing me as I watched him shove his boxers down and grip his cock. I instantly felt nauseated at the sight, trying to turn my head away but his blade was quick to find my throat again. "I want you to watch." I let out a small sob and his blade dug into my throat, cutting me. I finally turned back to look at him, seeing him stroke himself in the moonlight.

Imelda’s POV I immediately recognised the dagger in Gabe as one of the thirteen I created many, many years ago. He has no idea how fortunate he is that I was there to remove it. Nuntius blades are connected to their creator and whomever they wish to receive the message inside and only they can remove it from a body. It sounds barbaric now but back when the witch hunts were at their peak they became a life line for so many of us. The way a Nuntius blade works is simple but effective. Not every witch has the necessary powers to create such an intricate and complex tool and as far as I’m aware there were only a handful of us, from the most powerful covens, who successfully used them.

Calla sank onto her back, and the twins followed, bracketing her. Brynn claimed her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss while Blade’s lips closed around one nipple, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from her. Brynn broke the kiss only to latch onto her other breast, tongue flicking, teeth teasing, while his hand stroked down her stomach. Blade moved lower, parting her thighs with broad shoulders. He kissed the inside of one knee, then the other, working upward until his hot breath ghosted over her already slick folds.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

The Blades were more feared than ever since their new generation of women were even brutal. “I believe the next generation would even be more ruthless,” Juliet observed and spoke. “Well, I think the ghosting technique is the best. With Doctor Sarah’s help, they should be able to have more multiple births and look even more identical. The Blades corporation is also expanding very fast, more hands would be needed,” Casper agreed and elaborated in his usual calm tone. “You always have it planned out,” Caddaric smiled in agreement. “And you have learned well,” Casper complimented him.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

Blade said out loud from my mouth. I laid beside her and watched her chest rise and fall. I looked closer. She has a nice figure, and she is in a tank top and shorts. I looked down at her chest. She isn't wearing a bra, and then I noticed she must be cold. Her nipples are hard through her shirt. Then I looked farther down her body and notice she has creamy thighs. Thighs that will look wonderful around my waist when I am deep inside of her and claiming her as mine. What that is not my thoughts, nope dude, that was all yours. Blade said in my head.