Spiderman Fingertips Novels & Stories

I pulled out my phone and placed a call to someone "Boss!" Spider's voice boomed out from the other end "Where are you?" I hissed as I stepped into the restroom banging the door shut "I'm around, Boss!" "Good, I need you to pull the surveillance footage from the first hallway leading to the restroom, from 9 pm to 9:30, send it to me immidiately," "On it Boss!" Spider stated firmly. I hung up and shoved my phone back into my pocket I could swear that I'd seen his face somewhere, he looked oddly familiar!

I spanked her again, and she squealed, clenching down on my fingers. "Please..." she whined, her nails digging into my collarbone as she ground on my fingers, chasing her orgasm. I pulled them out, making her whine more. Her juices had coated my fingers so well, they glistened under the moonlight. It flowed right to my palm. Maintaining eye contact, I sucked my fingers dry, tasting her. She watched me with hooded, lust-filled eyes as I licked her off my hand.

I wouldn't be able to rely on Prince for so long. Prince came back up to me, his hand almost shaking. His eyes were even a bit glassy. Pointing to my hand with his heavily calloused one, I nodded. I lifted it and placed it in his. Rough fingertips brushed against my palm. It was soothing, warm, and had a hint of tingle. His eyes stared, fascinated with it, but I couldn't see what was so amazing. "I have four fingers and a thumb, same as you," I spoke, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

Its fangs gleamed, dripping with venom, and its red eyes glowed with malicious intent. “Stay back!” Fatima shouted, her voice faltering as the creature lunged. Time seemed to slow. I raised my hands, magic surging through me like a tidal wave. The air around me shimmered as I stepped forward, my voice ringing with authority. “Not today.” A blast of pure energy erupted from my palms, slamming into the spider and sending it skidding across the floor. It screeched in fury, its legs flailing as it struggled to right itself.

They're madly erect, pointing forward. She whimpered around the candle, saliva coating the stick, and tears coating her lashes. His second hand held her lap while the first one fucked her cûnt. His fingers are even better her bastard boyfriend's dick in highschool. That tiny dick can't compare to these fingers in every world. Now, if Tobias fingers are this addictively massive, then his cock would be destructive. Seraphina has no idea how these thoughts made their way to her head, but maybe because she's forbidden from moaning. Maybe because there are so many beautiful sounds she wants to make right now, but no chance to open her mouth.

“It is okay to fall. You know why?” He shook his head, his attention fixed on me as I took a small bandage. “Because you have the courage to stand up again.” He nodded and looked at his elbow where I had applied the bandage. He gasped, “Spiderman!” “Yes, Spiderman. Just like him.” His grin was so wide, I could see the freckles splattered over his small nose and cheeks, his chocolate skin glowing. “Thank you, Miss! I will show this Spiderman to all my friends, they will be so jealous.”

"Don't grab it. Just let it sit." The warmth spread slowly, moving through my chest, down my arms, into my fingertips. It felt alive, humming beneath my skin. "Good," Mara said. "Now open your eyes." I opened them. Mara was staring at my hands. I looked down. My fingertips were glowing faintly, a soft golden light flickering just beneath the surface of my skin. "Oh my god," I whispered. "Don't panic," Mara said firmly. "Breathe. Let it settle."

Sleep State Confirmed. Marcus opened his eyes. The Chrome Diamonds gleamed in the dim light. He raised his hands, staring at the faded, blood-stained athletic tape wrapped around his knuckles. Slowly, silently, he let his silver mana bleed out from his core, soaking into the fabric. The tape shifted, turning into a metallic, liquid state. The Liquid Silver hardened, forming invisible, dense brass knuckles over his skin.

Feeling a tingling in my fingertips I raised my hands only to see short thin sparkling silver threads emerging from my fingertips. ‘Flame, what’s happening??’ ‘I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel wrong…go with it, go with the feeling. Let’s see what happens’ ‘Easy for you to say…you don’t have shimmering spider webs coming out of your paws!!’ ‘Oh, but I know someone who does!!’ ‘Concentrate! This is not a movie!!’

“It can only go so far.” “It’ll take too long,” I said, grabbing the web with my fingers and inserting them through the gaps. The issue wouldn’t be the climb — there were plenty of holds as the whole things was structured like a mosaic of ladders — it was whether the spider’s silk would cut through our hands and feet. It was incredibly sturdy, and fine as wire.