Silk Touch Axe Novels & Stories

He then sets me down, turns my body to face the table and pushes my back until my breasts are fully pressed against the surface of the table. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. My body responded to his touch, arching towards him instinctively, wanting more. "Then did you touch yourself?" My cheeks flushed as I nodded slowly. "Yes." "You!" I retorted, "Oh my God, I couldn't not imagine you while touching myself," I added desperately, wanting him inside me right now. And then I could feel his breath on my neck.

Her feet bent backward. "Cool, I had no idea sisila's looked so ugly. Remind me never to look for a man of your species," Daylen said and tapped his walking stick on the ground and it turned into a sword. The sword glowed with a blue light. "The moonlight sword?" the sisila asked surprised. "Yes. Rest assured that there will be no reincarnation for you when I am done," he said and flipped to the ceiling and attacked her. The sisila defended herself and tried to kill Daylen but she was way too weak.

I whimper but Mireya grits, her patience is running out. "Elder Silas." Alpha Zane calls and father quickly calls himself to order, bowing. "I'm sorry you have to witness a thing like this on this special day, Alpha Zane. With all due respect, you're permitted to punish this deviant murderer the way you wish." I gasp and as my eyes meet with Zane's evil green ones, he throws a smirk my way.

“Every meeting. Every second. I pictured bending you over this desk. Or this couch. Or the elevator, if I’m honest.” His fingers found the edge of my lace underwear yes, that lace and slid them down my legs. “Still wearing the gift I gave you?” he growled. I nodded. “Smart girl.” Then he didn’t speak again. Not with words. He filled me in one deep, fast thrust no hesitation, no preamble. I gasped, fingers clutching the couch as he moved, hard and rough and silent. The only sounds were our breath, our skin, the soft slap of desire echoing off soundproof walls.

“Luckily for you, those are the exact words I wanted to hear” (Ben. You’re back? What are you looking for here?) “Ben. Ahh, you dun come back? Wetin you dey find here?”. He asked in Nigerian pidgin, revealing two broken teeth at the front row of his brown teeth stained from tobacco and weed. Terror seized my heart at the sight of him. He was a terrifying bulky man with ugly tattoos all over his arms and knife scars arrayed on the left side of his face.

I tap the keys controls and a random car beeps. "No way….!" Alex gasp. "This baby is our ride" she giggles at a black coloured 2021 model lamborghini. "No way!!" We rush to the car. "It's speed is abnormal" I feel the cars surface. "Honestly,I love being a huntress" Alex smiles. "Sometimes I do,another I don't" my expression mix. "Ignore the car mate,these weapons are dope" Alex calls. Rifles,snipers, bazookas, wolf banes,silver katana swords,silver blades,cross bows,silver arrows,short guns,wolf bane grenades,mini guns e.t.c

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.

Unknown. "You were supposed to bring her to me, were you not?" I question as I sharpen the silver blade againt the turning stone. I can smell the sweat as it permiates out of her pores. "Y-y-yes, sire." She stutters. I turn to look at her and I can see my beautiful masterpiece across her skin. Blood is dripping through the slashes and gashes I have created with my favorite silver blade. The hilt is made up of gold and maroon leather that is a perfect match for blood. Because the hilt is not made of silver, it does not harm me. Ha! Even if it was made of silver, I would not feel it. The nerve endings in my skin no longer feel pain of any sorts.

he said, his voice low and steady. They advanced in silence, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the damp ground. The further they went, the more oppressive the air became, the weight of the earth pressing down on them. Sage felt her pulse quicken, the confined space amplifying her unease. After what felt like an eternity, they reached a heavy metal door. Alex stepped forward, her hacking device at the ready. “This one’s trickier,” she muttered, her brow furrowing in concentration. “It’s connected to an internal alarm system. If I don’t get the sequence right, we’ll have company.”

The iron torch slipped from Silas’s hand, falling into a puddle and hissing out in a plume of thick white steam. "Touch her," Alexander rasped, his red-gold eyes burning with a manic, terrifying heat, his broadsword pressed flat against Silas’s windpipe, "and I will take your head before your knife clears your belt." Silas choked, his fingers clawing at Alexander’s iron gauntlet, his face turning dark as he grinned through his teeth. "Look at you..." Silas gasped out, dark spit running down his chin. "You're already... under her skin... brother."