Operation Strix Novels & Stories

“Count them. Ten for your bratty mouth. Miss one, we start over.” The first strike landed with a sharp crack, the sting blooming like fire across her left cheek. Jenna yelped, body jolting. “One! Thank you, Master!” The second hit harder, overlapping the first, sending jolts of agony-laced ecstasy straight to her clit. “Two! Fuck, thank you!”

My legs shake violently, muscles twitching uncontrollably. They still don’t stop. “Please… I’m begging you” I sob, gasping desperately for air between broken moans. “It hurts so good but I can’t take any more… please, just give me one minute—” Marcus places another fresh strawberry directly on my clit. All three of them take turns sucking it off, their tongues fighting over my most sensitive spot in a relentless, wet assault. The overstimulation is brutal now. Every lick feels like fire and electricity shooting through my exhausted body.

I steadied myself, trying to suppress the growing need to fuck the living hell out of her body. I could feel veins cracking on my already hardened groin, pre-cum leaking out of my cock. The gentle touch under her soft skin made things worse. “You can't battle this forever,” Strigurd said to me. “I'll have her one way or another.” Her soft palms stretched down my abdomen, against the rippling ridges of my stomach. She had the touch of the goddess. Every fibre in my muscles wanted to pull her into the warm water. In a blur, her hand had moved down to my huge groin as she rubbed the cap of my cock with her soft palm.

Glowing amber emergency strips lined the floor, illuminating heavy blast doors bearing the faded, stylized crest of NODE 03: SOMATIC RESEARCH & MEDICAL ARRAY. "Hold," I commanded softly. The air intake chamber was quiet except for a wet, ragged cough echoing from an open hatchway thirty feet down the corridor. I stepped forward, my sidearm lowered but ready, LUS flaring golden in my eyes to show non-hostile intent. "Apex Strike Team. We're coming through." A sharp, terrified gasp rang out from behind a stack of supply crates. A woman stepped into the dim amber light, her body shaking violently as she leveled a rusted, single-shot hunting rifle straight at my chest.

I ordered and his second strike was just like the first. Estrid face was a sobbing mess, begging that she will never cross path with me again, I steeled myself because according to Orel this is the hardest stage. If I do stop now, she might decide not to ever do cross path with me or she will become dangerous and I have to still continue because I am not just punishing her, I am teaching her a lesson. One that will greatly help her life is she do well not to forget it anytime soon.

"You will find out howuch stronger I've gotten since our last encounter." In this battle! Steronick thinks. I shall findwhat that feeling means and beat him! In this battle! Ovid thinks. I shall avenge parents and destroy him! Game ... Match ... Set! ... Steronick Brightblade, an elite with a bounty of forty five thousand perus fighting for truth against Commanding Officer Ovid Stronghold worth fifty thousand perus and fighting for revenge. Steronick held out both hands, a red sizzleof electricity sparks there for a while before twored daggers appear. It was an ability he had which allowed him to summon mystical daggers at will.

Leslie didn't bother to check her revolver, she took her Bowie knife and strapped it by her left leg. "Alright everyone let's move. In three hours, it's gonna get dark, so we should all know we have only two hours inside. And please, one more thing, we walk in groups of three at all times. Even when you wanna take a piss, do not go alone. Ezra, Hayley and Claire are in Team A. Dane, Larry and Helena are Team B. Joseph, Emma and Alec are Team C. Now for your escorts in the need of you needing one, ask Agt. Callum or Leslie or me." Mr. Daniels said.

Bree relaxed instantly and Gage seemed amused by her nervousness. It took her five minutes to watch two promotional lap dance videos and she hoped she was ready when her future boss waited for her to start. "So basically I have to strip." "Yes," "Here," "Yes," "Right now?" "If only you want to be one of the girls here." "Okay," Listening to her answer, Gage Huxley, the strip club owner who thought he was done with his share of flirts suddenly gets semi-hard. In his head, he already knows that he's going to need to visit his regular sex club to get off.

I get close to the pain in my hip because it hit the floor wrong. "So, The Stripper is here," he shouted loudly causing everyone to look at us. "Stacey don't do this," I said weakly but instead of speaking she laughed and they started throwing eggs at me. “How dare you flirt with Fred, you know his courting me and yet you choose to flirt with him, what is your plan to take his money with your body? You are such a disgusting bitch!” I just bowed down, even though it was painful for them to throw eggs at me.

The Striker was thrown violently off the ramp, plummeting down into the flooded lower levels of the Ark. "We're ten floors down!" Dax yelled into the comms. "Hold on, Mia!" THE PENTHOUSE Reyes was losing the wrestling match. The Abyssal-Striker was simply too strong, its hydro-pressurized servos overpowering her human strength. It pinned her to the floor, raising the humming harmonic blade to plunge it into her chest.