Ticci Toby X Clockwork Romane & Geschichten

“W-wait,” But Tobias, wasn’t listening. He was a man possessed, and the only thing on his mind was pleasuring her, making her scream his name and seeing her body writhe underneath his. He wanted to claim her. To mark her. He wanted everyone to know, who she belonged to. “T-toby-“ A gasp escaped her lips and her body jolted, her walls clenching around his member and her climax crashing into her, making her see stars for the fifth time that same night.

He tutted. “Back up, Izzy. I’ve seen you fight, remember? Putting all those kids on your wolf’s back and climbing a clock tower. Pretty impressive.” I shrugged. “I’m older. Had kids. I’ve probably slowed down a little bit.” Toby laughed and I shuddered. It was the same laugh that his father had, and it sent chills down my back.

I was the bridge, the one who would ensure the frequency reached its target without tearing us apart first. ​The first of the Clockwork Prophets appeared at the mouth of the pass just as the moon rose. They were terrifying to behold. Massive, multi-legged walkers made of brass and iron, their chimneys belching black smoke into the pristine air. Thousands of smaller, spider-like drones scurried between the legs of the giants, their mandibles glowing with a blue, electrical fire. ​They did not send a messenger. They did not ask for surrender. They simply began to move toward us, a slow, grinding tide of metal that promised only annihilation.

With her equipment assembled, Gilly moved swiftly to the Bay. She perched on a low crate like a silent observer, watching Tobey work with the kind of concentration that made the rest of the world fall away. He glanced over his shoulder once, then bent back to the mini gopher as if the machine were the only thing that mattered. “Do you think they’ve already decided?” he mused aloud, fingers steady as he fitted a tiny gear. He took pride in everything he touched, making sure each piece clicked into place with a private satisfaction.

Toby POV. I didn't like snitching on Miles, but he hurt me for real, it's not my fault is Nathalie wants kids. I don't want any, well and daddy never talked about it, it's rare for cgl to have kids. Kittens are something else, we go to heat but we don't get pregnant, when I hit twenty one, I'll get out of my headspace and do dirty things. I don't think about those, I know, well big Toby knows that he'll only go through those things once every year. But it's nothing for little Toby to care about, I'm always in my little space and I'm happy like that.