Ryomen Sukuna Fingers Novels & Stories

The omega seemed far away, and the alpha swore that even his silver eyes glowed. Silence overtook the tavern and Nemuri, the establishment's owner, approached slowly, as though she couldn't believe her eyes. Linus barely could. Slowly but surely, the discoloration he hadn't noticed before vanished and Skye straightened the finger slowly and gently. The swelling reduced as he sang, voice soft and sweet as any mournful bird. By the time the omega stepped back looking pleased, the beta's hand looked normal. The man flexed his hand and the fingers all moved perfectly.

Tell me Ruby or I'll take my hands away. "Yes Sir, please touch my wet pussy please, make me cum!" "That's my Good girl" he replied and his fingers find her dripping wet pussy. He slowly slides one finger inside her wet pussy while rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand. "That's it, baby, Damn I feel you clenching my finger, you're so tight" He slides another finger in and scissors his fingers inside to stretch her then he fucks her deep with his fingers while she moans and grinds her clit down on his hand. "That's it Ruby, cum for me, cum all over my fingers!" Yes, I'm Cumming Sir, she says as her body tightens up and then drenched his fingers in her creamy juices. He pulls his fingers

Sandra just let him do whatever he wants. - “Mo-mommy hu-hurt?" Faye asked worriedly, her small fingers caressing Sandra's dressed wound, gently. Sandra shook her head. “Not a pinch." Julian had his brows smashed together. The entire time he was dressing the long cuts on Sandra's fingers, she didn't flinch, not even a wince or a sound of pain. She merely sat there and watch him fuzz all over her damn wound. To his observations, Sandra was having a problem with her right hand. Her fingers specifically. He narrowed his eyes as he understood.

Wolfaraine added a third finger, or tried to. Her pulsating channel wouldn't take the extra appendage deep. So, he settled for whirling it through her shivering inner walls, prolonging her orgasm. "aaaaAAAAAHHH...!" Ismena screamed again. Her eyes watered. It was too much. This...THIS...is too much.

I looked at Takumi's bandaged fingers. "Your right finger was cut by the shard of the lens glass, right?" Takumi touched his finger, "I cut my finger when I learned to cook," Takumi said quietly. "You're lying. If you cut your finger with a knife, it should be the finger on your left hand, not your right hand, unless you're a left-handed person. However, in fact you're not right-handed. The wound on the finger was obtained when you rushed to pick up shards of glass. while everyone's attention is on Kenkyo-chan. You can't make excuses anymore, Takumi, give up!"

Jasmine: you shouldn't have get your hand in this now you're in trouble He smile more Victor : if am to be in trouble not with that small guns they will need something bigger to handle this His finger start getting strange and a big claws emerged from it Stay tuned

She could feel the heat radiating off his body and the intensity of his scrutiny made her uneasy. Carmen winced as Ronin's strong hands manipulated her ankle. She couldn't help but notice the contrast between his rough, calloused fingers and the delicate bones in her foot. The searing pain made her vision blur, and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip to stifle a scream. The scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of sweat and salt in the air, causing her head to spin.

"Fucking soaked. You've been dripping for me this whole time, haven't you?" "Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, God, yes—" He thrust two fingers inside her without warning, and she cried out, her head falling back against the wall. His fingers were thick, stretching her, curling to hit that spot that made her see stars. "So fucking tight," Kane groaned. "Can't wait to feel this pussy strangling my cock." He finger-fucked her brutally, his thumb circling her clit, his other hand holding her up effortlessly. Hema was making sounds she'd never made before, desperate whimpering moans, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Already trying to milk my fingers. You hate us so much, huh?” I clawed at the table, nails screeching across wood. “Ti odio, pezzo di merda,(I hate you, piece of shit),” I sobbed, half laugh, half moan. “I hope your dick falls off and I use it as a keychain.” He added a fourth finger, stretching me open, and I saw stars. Ryker appeared on my left, shirt gone, golden skin gleaming, cock out and stroking slow while he watched Kane finger-fuck me mercilessly.

Two thick fingers push inside me without warning and the stretch, his fingers are so much thicker than mine, thick and calloused and rough inside me, makes me grab his shoulders and moan against his neck. “Oh my GOD, your fingers, they’re so, ohh—” “Tight,” he breathes against my bitten nipple. “So tight and wet. My son has this and doesn’t know what to do with it.” He curls his fingers against my g-spot, firm, practiced, the rough pads of his fingers catching on the textured spot, and my thighs slam shut around his hand.