Silver Sonic 06 Novels & Stories

What the hell was even going on? Before I could say anything else, Silver's phone which had been sitting on the table began buzzing, drawing all our attention. She picked it up, rolling her eyes as she answered. "Hello?" She said, her voice dripping with disinterest. The moment she picked up, my gaze accidentally locked with Kingston's. And this time, I didn't try to look away. For some reason, I just ... froze. And so did he. "Oh shit." Silver said on the call, hurriedly grabbing her things scattered around the office. "I'll be there in five."

It was honestly quite strange, and Gretel sat there, fixed at her seat, as Silver talked, and talked, and kept on talking, before talking a little more, and then topping it all off with a little more talking, as if talking was the only thing that he could possibly do, and was the one and only way forward in the situation that he was in, as if talking was his one true calling, and it was his destiny to talk, and talk, and talk, never stopping or ceasing for breath as he kept on the road of talking and chatter. Gretel, after a bit, became steadily more and more concerned for his lungs and throat. It was a surprise that he was still going on, now discussing batteries and their usage and how lon

This job was seemingly easy for the most part, but it had its ups and downs at times. "Well, if you will allow me to introduce you to what we have here," I said as Mr. Wizard walked over to Mr. Stocky and pointed this interesting syringe gun at the chest of our first newcomer. "This is a silver nitrate gun. Inside there is a little speck, which is about the size of the tip of her pinky finger. This little capsule, if you will, holds a very special package made just for each one of you newcomers."

"It won't hold the frequency!" "Solis! The scalpel!" I commanded. I reached into my weathered Fringe kit and pulled out a bundle of "Silver Root" from Earth: the herbs still glowing with the warmth of the Ancestral Grove. Solis ignited her "Amethyst Scalpel": the violet blade shimmering with a high-frequency hum that cut through the grey fog. With surgical precision, she carved a series of "Resonance Channels" into the quartz bark of the Heart Root, while I laid the Silver Root into the incisions.

Richard tried to lunge, but his leg gave out. Silas swung. I dived under the blow. I was small. Fast. I jammed the first syringe into the neck graft Silas had exposed when he fell. It wasn't acid. It was a high-molar silver-solvent. The silver plating on his neck didn't just melt. It shriveled. It turned into a grey, caustic sludge that began to seep into the wiring. Silas screamed. A real scream this time. He clutched his neck, the mechanical arm sparking wildly.

And a nice set of ben wa balls. "Well, there's something in here you need, don't you?" I said. "I know, you need the Silver Rocket." I pulled out a sleek, anodized aluminum vibrator. It was polished to a mirror finish with a black base that twisted to turn it on. "This has the latest in vibrating technology. Its motor can produce variable speeds. It can get you going, or finish you off. You will be hurtling towards your climax using this." I twisted the base.

Revenge for what? I was about to ask, but Leo tapped my shoulder and held his phone up. “The doctor is on the phone for you,” he told me. I glared at Shirley who only chuckled; a growl escaped my throat as I grabbed the phone from Leo. “What is it?” I asked, turning away from them. “The results came back; Silver was given Moonshine. It’s used to block memories and powers,” Dr. Scott explained. “Can it be reversed?” “Your sister seems to think so. She’s currently working on getting Silver’s memories restored as we speak. She’s very confident. She’s making some kind of potion. Apparently, she had most of the ingredients already. I’ll keep you posted on if it works or not.”

And Jolene’s whole body dissolved in the molten lava of her release. “Fuck, yes,” Silver growled, and let himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushed deep – as deep as he could go – and then held himself there. His large body strained, tensed… and he rode the undulating, pulsing waves, just let them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Silver moaned. Shayne sucked on his cock vigorously, circling her tongue around the head of his shaft. It didn’t take long for Silver to climax. He made grunting sounds , Shayne lapped all of his juices, not allowing anyone to escape her hungry mouth. “I want to taste my juice” Silver said, Shayne got close to her, Silver sucked her lips. “It tastes salty,” Silver smirked. Shayne ordered “My turn to be pleasured now get down to business” Silver sucked on her boobs, returning the same treatment he just received.