The Scissoring Novels & Stories

His dark gaze landed on me. Clutching the hem of my clothes nervously, I shuffled forward. "S-Sir, would you like to touch my ears? They'll be gone, so…" Before I could finish, I felt a sudden chill down my spine. Snip! I heard the sound of scissors slicing cleanly through something soft. The tail hanging behind me was cut off at the tailhead with a pair of scissors.

Pain coiled through me but I refused to look away. “Bring me a scissor!” She barked. I heard movement behind me, the shuffle of someone obeying. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed. I'm letting Khione stir beneath my skin to warn her. “Oh?” She leaned in. “You think your little beast will frighten me? Not in the slightest.” The one she sent returned and passed the scissors into her free hand. She accepted it easily, her other hand still twisted tightly in my hair. When I realized what she intended, the blood in my veins turned to ice. "Stop!”

It tightened around my thigh without warning. "Damnnnn!!!!" I gasped, my voice breaking as pain rushed through my leg. The band squeezed harder and harder without stopping. My thigh began to ache badly, and I could feel the blood in my leg slowing down. At the same time, the scissors cut into my skin, adding to the pain. I dropped them quickly, the sound was loud as they hit the floor, while my hands rushed to the charm. I tried to pull it off with my fingers, desperate to get it away from me. But it only got worse. The pressure increased, and my skin started to burn from how tight it was. I began to feel fear as my leg slowly began to feel weak and numb.

Trembling, Eva obeyed, facing away from the mirror. She heard the crisp snip of the scissors and felt a sudden draft on her lower back. He had cut a small, vertical slit in the back of the gown’s skirt, right at the base of her spine. “For access,” he said simply.

"Don't force my hand!" I stared unblinkingly at Jenna, not the least fearful. Instead, her hands trembled more as time passed. I could feel the sharp blade of the scissors almost breaking through my skin, and I felt a prickle of pain. If this continues, Jenna might really slit my throat. I grabbed Jenna's wrist and tried to take the scissors from her. "What are you doing?!" Jenna screamed, the rationality in her eyes vanishing. She yanked on the scissors, refusing to let go, and twisted, trying to keep her hold on it desperately.

"Let me help you." Charlene adjusted her stance, her hands now gripping the floating scissors. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she visualized the motion she needed. Her hands began to move in a rhythm—slow and controlled—just as the ocean waves she used to watch crashing on distant shores. She could feel the scissors pressing against the invisible force, slowly making progress as she rocked her hands back and forth. "Try an alligator’s bite—slow and steady," ReNew instructed. Charlene visualized an alligator’s powerful jaws snapping shut, and with a sharp movement, the scissors bit into the charm’s protective barrier, cutting through it inch by inch.

And she immediately started cumming in no time, she was so fucking wet, she was filling with warm fluid, I sucked her clit taking all her cum into my mouth. I stood up, prepared to get my pussy fucked by her. She stood up from the couch and asked me to come sit between her legs. I did so, crossing one of my legs over hers. She scooted up close to me, making the tops of our pussies touch. This was going to be my first time scissoring, I was wet and excited at the same time. I was so fucking horny after making her cum, I started rolling on my body to get closer to her pussy.

I hope she forgives me for what I’ve got to do next. “You won’t even have to skin it. I’ll do everything,” I promise her. “This next part might hurt, but don’t be scared. It’ll be quick.” I give her time to complain, but she only grinds harder, so I slide another finger into her and scissor them, breaking that thin band of flesh. She shrieks, bucking her hips, and then she groans again, loud and long, as her pussy squeezes my fingers. She’s coming. Holy shit. My chest lightens. I’m doing okay.

“Those eyes violet isn’t natural. That hair. That body. You don’t even look real.” The lights hum louder. Or maybe it’s my blood roaring in my ears. I lower my gaze to the floor, to the cracks in the concrete, to the dust drifting lazily through the light. Each particle floats like a witness that will never speak. I try to make myself smaller, quieter, easier to ignore. I fail. The scissors appear in her hand, catching the fluorescent glare. Metal glints. Cold. She grabs my shoulders and shoves me into the chair. It scrapes loudly against the floor, the sound tearing through me. My stomach twists, nausea rising as the scissors move too close, closer than I can bear to watch. I feel a sharp s

They roll over the floor, their legs tangled, their pussies grazing each other. Their breasts rub together in the process and I increase my pacing over my rock-hard dick. Their rolling continues. But you know what’s most arousing about it all? It’s the fact that they manage to scissor themselves as they roll around. The red-haired’s eyes close for a moment, and she cries from the marvelous pleasure filling her nerves. She digs her hand into the brunette’s, kissing the girl’s lips as the girl roughly kiss her cunt over the red haired’s. When it seems the red haired’s strength is giving away, the brunette uses that as an opportunity and comes above her partner.