Tails Sonic Knuckles Novels & Stories

“You will be.” Cassian moved to my head. He knelt. One hand rested on my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Claiming. His amber eyes never left mine. Thorne unbuckled his belt. The sound echoed. Leather slid free. He shoved his pants down just enough. His cock sprang out. Thick. Heavy. The piercings caught the firelight. A thick ring through the head. Smaller bars along the shaft. Designed to drag. To hurt. To make you feel every inch.

“I’m Noel.” “Taz.” She smiled at the bartender. She had purple eyes with pink stars and a couple of facial piercings on her right eyebrow and another on her opposite nostril, Taz could barely see the tongue ring. Noel also had an industrial bar on her left ear and both had five hoops going through the lobes she wore a low-cut halter and low-rise shorts that showed off her tattoos. A silver chain accented her small waist. “I didn’t know that Knuckles had any family around here.”

She says. I removed my hand from the light and what seemed to be a skeletal blueprint before, it immediately materialized the moment I removed my hand. Now, there was a shear glove over my left hand. I tried making a fist and saw micro scales moving. I even feel my knuckles hardening just enough but it was not too constricting. “You said you don’t want your knuckles to turn soft. The shell is hard, but it doesn't protect your knuckles that much so you can still keep your calluses.”

This time, when he got to the top of her leg, he continued on to her pussy, grabbing and massaging and pulling on her pussy lips, then plunging his fingers into her, her pussy now easily accommodating four fingers as he finger-fucked her for several seconds. He then moved around the table to the other side and repeated everything on the other leg, once again finishing with four fingers plunging in and out of her hungry pussy. Giving her clit one final pinch which caused her to gasp, he then moved to Kelly's hand, carefully squeezing and pulling on each finger, moving them side to side to get a lateral release of the middle knuckle joint, then turning the hand over and working the palm with h

" Tiffany’s thighs quivered as it hit her, and she shattered, her body shaking as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She held Kai in place, grinding against his mouth as she rode out her release. Kai groaned against her, his cock throbbing painfully. He reached down, stroking himself, unable to resist. Every moan, every plea made him harder and drove him insane. As if sensing his urgency, she sat up, pushing him onto his back. Her gaze locked onto his as she unzipped his trousers, fingers working swiftly. Kai’s breath hitched as she grasped him, wrapping her delicate fingers around his length. Her white nails looked so perfect wrapped around him.

S) Following his instructions, I turned my fist clockwise then put a little power in my hand then slowly pushed my fist deeper into the pedestal, when my forearm was entirely inside the pedestal, I can feel something sharp seemingly carving something on my forearm. "{The heck T.A.S…this thing is stabbing me!..}..".

His tongue swirled around her sensitive bud, eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy from Tally’s lips. Lost in the intensity of their connection, Tally cried out in shock as he pushed two large fingers into her. She moved her hands to grip his shoulders and push against him. Even his fingers seemed big, stretching her. Tally threw her head back and cried out. She stopped pushing on his shoulders but pulled him closer, as his thumb glazed over her clit. Her nails digging into his shoulders.

I love our naked skin touching. He kisses me again and begins his downward trek to my breasts. His lips attach to my right nipple and his right hand begins twisting my left one. I can feel the gathering and warm tingles building in my center. Tyson continues his amazing torment of my breasts with his mouth as his hands travel down to my legs. Tyson caresses my thigh, near my knee. He moves upward on my inner thigh to the edge of my shorts. The tips of his fingers find the lacy edge of my panties. He momentarily runs his fingertips at the edges and then slips his fingers underneath them. He dips his fingers in my juices then quickly homes in on my clit and begins his slow circling massage. I

I winced as he pressed down. "You broke his nose," Fenris said. "I think I shattered it," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper. A long beat of silence passed between us. The faint sound of water dripping from the iron valve into the basin echoed off the stone walls. "Next time you hit a man," Fenris instructed, his tone completely practical, "make sure your thumb is tucked on the outside of your fingers, not resting across the top joint. You nearly dislocated your own knuckle."