Tails X Knuckles Novels & Stories

Tate’s thighs started to shake. Knox let go of him, spat into his own palm, and took him again. Slick now. Faster. He pulled Tate in by the back of the thigh until Tate had to straddle the bench, one knee on the wood, the other foot on the floor. Their cocks lined up. Knox wrapped one big hand around both of them.

The towel had slipped from his waist as he leaned back onto his feet. Knox stroked himself as I looked at him. Fuck! I didn't know that he was pierced, and not only was he pierced on one side, but on the other side. Like a double Jacobs ladder. He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and began to pump it while he stared into my eyes.

I squeeze my knuckles underneath while my other arm is ready to pull the trigger. I put my other arm which holds the taser into the water and slowly, I turn it on.

I wrapped the neon-blue tape tightly around the shaft, creating a distinct, raised ridge exactly where his lower thumb should rest during a defensive line pass. "A tactile anchor," I murmured, passing the stick back to him. "When your vision fractures, you will not look at the puck to calculate the distance. You will slide your hand down until your thumb hits this ridge. The physical alignment of the stick will automatically adjust the blade three point five inches to the right, regardless of what your eyes are telling you." Jaxson gripped the stick, his large hand wrapping around the shaft. He slid his palm down until his thumb locked against the raised blue ridge. He looked down at his han

"Fuck. This isn't good." "We should be able to override it if we use both our powers. We'd stand a better chance with Frog but he's probably standing by Tricksy as he deals with his loss." Tarsi pulled out his tangling needles and held them out in front of him in a flat 'x' pattern. They began to spark where they met in the middle.

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.

She lands low to the ground with her right hand out behind her summoning recreation to her hand then waits to see the aftermath) Xanne: Okay, karma knocking literally. (Taking the time to calmly stand up and dust himself off, he quickly realizes his hand is broken with his middle finger being shifted.) Mmm. That's new. So she can do more damage when I deserve it. Scary. (Realizing he is in combat he goes to stomp down on her as she throws a kick simultaneously landing her foot under his ankle)

Sera My knuckles ached with a dull, heavy pulse. I looked down at my hands. The skin across my knuckles was completely split. Thick, dark blood coated my fingers, dripping slowly onto the packed dirt. It wasn't my blood. I stepped off Taya. My boots squelched in the mud we had created from frost and sweat.

They all say doubtfully. “And how many units?” “Six?” “Exactly! Four nines are thirty-six!” The girls all stare at him as the penny drops. “Do this one,” he says. “Eight times nine.” They all stare at their fingers and count to eight, which turns out to be the middle finger of their right hand. They fold it down, looking at each other to make sure they’ve got the right one. “How many tens?” he asks. “Seven!” “And units?” “Two!”

Xander's hand was large and attractive, the fingers long and well-proportioned, knuckles prominent. Perhaps it was the force he used, but the veins on the back of his hand were noticeable, adding a hint of ferocity. Abigail withdrew her own hand, resuming her seat. "Mr. Zane, what would you like to chat about?"