Tails X Knuckles Novels & Stories

I flinched at his action. His knuckles were bleeding. He was growling in anger and pain. Seeing his knuckles bleed, my heart dropped in my stomach. His fist was bleeding very badly. I started sobbing more loudly. I tried to take it in my hands to see the damage but he snatched it. “Don't touch me,” he shouted. I started sobbing and tried to control the hiccups but it was not in my hands.

Once I stepped inside the door behind me closed. It was a large room with gym equipment all over the room but no one was there aside from one man standing in front of a metal table. Knox’s hair fell over his face and his skin was damp. I noticed the blood around his knuckles as he tried to cover them up with a white tap. “How long have you been here?” I asked. Knox had a massive tattoo of a wolf on his upper back and a paw print on the curve of his back. His muscles were strong and ripped. He turned around and faced me.

“Maybe. But we can create our own version of happiness. The Sinners Men are the strongest in Sin city. The Nightfall Kings are the strongest in Nightfall Hills. As a team, we will be unstoppable, Karan.” “How do I know this isn’t bullshit?” Knox stepped back and bent at the waist. He touched his ankle, and when he stood, he was wielding a sharp knife. Maksim didn’t look fazed, not until Knox went to the sink and cut off his own pinky finger.

Her bubble had started flickering and it wouldn’t be long before she passed out and the water engulfed her. Still with his eyes closed, Sasha rapidly made the hand seal of Rin. He was going to attempt to execute the Taihōken (Cannon Fist), which had been named not after the manmade weapon but after the small but powerful crustacean, the snapping shrimp. At home and in the school that he went to, Wani Ryū (Wani Academy), he had been training to punch and kick a post wrapped in canvas. This would eventually toughen the knuckles of his hand. But contrary to appearances, one punch was a coordinated effort of many parts of the body – hip, knees, shoulder, elbow, and wrist – all flowing seamlessly

Too many inches to count in while his balls hit me gently in the nose, and he held my head in place. I couldn't lift my head to look up at Knox, I was too occupied by Kane's amazing dick and the way Knox was teasing my pussy to do much of anything. Knox toyed with me a bit more before he placed the heel of his palm against my clit, pressing ever so gently while rocking it back and forth.

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.

I was forcing myself to think maybe it's an old video maybe in that time we weren’t together but from his face, I know this video isn’t fake. -“Fuck…listen I can explain” Dominick put his palm on Kai’s chest from stopping to get him near me. But in one second he suddenly turned around his hand under his back and Dominick moaned in pain, while Kai is holding it. “ Touch me again cock and that hand will be in your ass do you understand me clearly ?” He whispered into his ear and slowly pushed Dominick’s hand more in pain, Dominick was tall but very skinny and Kai was and tall and muscular, his one hand had more muscles than all Dominick’s body.

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck until it popped. Then, he grinned. “It’s time for a fucking rematch,”

“Open that. Bring me the tools inside.” Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try. The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.

With a smirk playing on my lips, I decided to take a shot in the dark, figuratively speaking. "Look time no see, Piero," I remembered this fuckface. "You were the one who helped Massimo to unload smuggled the guns." He sneered at me like he was a venomous snake about to spit. "It's Pietro, you dumb fuck." I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at Piero's correction. Even Enzo seemed to be enjoying the show. I retrieved the brass knuckles from my pocket, feeling their solid weight in my hand. The knuckles were crafted from gleaming, hardened brass, reflecting a polished sheen as they glistened under the light. Their intricate design showcased a rugged elegance, boasting four individual finger ho