She Kills With Her Thighs Novels & Stories

She adjusted her grip on the falchion, her violet eyes narrowing to thin slits of ice. "Not bad," she whispered, her voice low and raspy. "But you're fighting like a human who wants to live." She lunged again, the falchion turning into a blur of dark steel. This time, she didn't aim for the head. She swept the blade low, targeting my thighs and calves. I hopped back, my boots sliding on the wet gravel, but the tip of her blade caught the leather of my left leg. The steel tore through the protective reinforcement, slicing a shallow, burning line across my quad.

The metal weapon—a heavy, suppressed pistol—clattered away across the floor, sliding under the sink. He recovered instantly, his massive hands wrapping around my throat, squeezing with a brutal, terrifying strength that immediately started cutting off my air supply. I thrashed beneath him, my vision swimming with black spots, my bad wrist screaming as I tried to pry his fingers off my windpipe. He was too strong, too professional, and he was slowly crushing my throat. *Use the shears,* my brain screamed. *Use the fucking shears!* My right hand was still locked around the trauma shears. I brought my arm up, blindly driving the serrated steel blades downward into the side of his neck and shoul

she thought to herself, staring at her thighs. She turned back to the door, squinting her eyes to get a clearer view of it. She used her right fist to rub her eyes repeatedly to see if her vision would get any clearer, then placed her palms on the bed to pull herself off the ground. Her legs shook vigorously like a leaf trembling in the wind, and her teeth gently pressed against each other as she felt a sharp pain in her knees.

The first one that she slammed roared and attempt to deal with her but Kiara moved faster than him. Without expression showing up on her face, Kiara gives different kinds of combos from kicks to punches and they were all given hard. It was making her opponents stumbled and lose their strength to defend or even their attacks started to get lame. She could easily see them and quickly made some counters to make them down over and over again until they were no more. “You asked for it.” without remorse, Kiara gave them her final blow and easily kill them in armless combat.

She has no other weapons - plastic forks and spoons, a basin of water too. She does not feel fear. Stress has pumped adrenaline into her body so that she can hardly hear herself. All he sees is the bulk of the body on the floor, howling, finally tearing out of the eye the "bone", created to support the female breast at a height. Blood mixed with some kind of mucus flows down the tortured face. Keith swings and hits Charlie with the padlock on the head, on the shoulders. Once, twice… Lord, what a disgusting sound… "Keys, you bastard!" LIVE! she screams. - I'll kill you!

She bets its his men, they planned this attack, "Ash..... please....a few more moments....just give me a few more moments with you...." She hugs his limp body as they slid to the ground, she was crying on him freely and she couldn't bare to see him go, "please....a few more moments...." She begs him to stay alive for her and her essence began to eject from her body and Into his. Sheila beheads her opponent and there's only one left, they keep him alive and she throws her foot against his side,

“Your family has killed enough Preutescu vampires; this ends tonight.” She grabs at my hand, scratching me so deep that she draws blood, but I don’t get rid of my grip on her throat. “An eye…for an eye….” She chuckles, choking on her own saliva as she spews out her bullshit. Her eyes flutter, and her scratching becomes less violent; I know that she’s fighting against slipping under. Always a fighter, this one, but I’m afraid that this is the end of the line for Katherine Décès.

One of them asked as he took a step forward. "And you must have a death wish," She replied. She cocked her head to one side, lowered her sight to her assailant's knees, extended her palm, and closed it slowly as the sound of bones fracturing and shattering filled her ear canals, followed by a wretched roar. As her attention shifted to the other man in the room when he made a move toward her, she crushed his legs and shattered his kneecaps, causing him to fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

I say, my voice hoarse with need. And she does. Slowly, while keeping her eyes locked onto mine. She kneels beside the bed, making herself comfortable enough to drag my shoes and pants off. When my dick is free and sprung up in front of her face, she holds it with two fists, her fingers wrapping around the shaft as if measuring its girth. "Do you plan to kill me with this thing?" she says, a playful smirk on her lips. "That's only if I survive what you're doing to me now," I retort.

She kicked and struggled, spitting like a feral animal. Colt moved in with a blade, slowly slicing down her thigh, not deep enough to kill, but enough to sear. Widow bit her lip until it bled. Killian stood silent, watching the flicker of agony in her eyes. A hook was driven through her shoulder muscle, attached to a chain. Blood poured down her arm. Her scream was hoarse, and her body twisted. “Still want to protect her?” Rhett asked. She laughed, a guttural sound. “She’ll kill you all. You think I’m the worst? I was mercy. She’s death.”