Devouring Novelas e Histórias

His thumb brushed slow, grounding circles against her side—subtle, intimate, steadying. The First Howl’s gaze softened at the sight. “The Devourer was once a guardian,” it said. “A celestial predator meant to consume excess—to keep gods from growing too powerful.” Elder Kael stiffened. “That contradicts—” “Your histories are edited,” the wolf interrupted coldly. “The Devourer learned hunger. It began to feed not on imbalance—but on devotion itself.” The air grew colder. “When the Moon refused to yield its worship,” the wolf continued, “the Devourer turned on it.”

Siron countered. The Devourer had recovered from his shock. He drifted closer, his red eyes narrowing. "Enough games. Time to feed." His mouth opened wide, not a human mouth, but a swirling vortex of darkness. A powerful suction began to pull everything toward him: leaves, branches, even small stones. Siron slipped, his feet sliding toward the void. He clawed at the dirt, but the pull was too strong. "Siron!" Kit screamed, running toward him despite the danger.

The Devourer screams. Not like a monster. Like a child with a pure heart. Like something that's been hurt. Like something that's been alone for too long. And I realize— The Devourer isn't evil. The Devourer is hungry. It's been trapped for millennia. It's been alone for millennia. It's been starving for millennia. It doesn't want to destroy the world. It wants to consume it. Because consuming is all it knows. Because consuming is all it's ever done.

"I set them for you. You can't leave this place." "I could if I wanted to," Vivian said. "I'm not like you who have had to feed off humans to survive. I feed on the ocean of blood. You're nothing like me." Susan's reddish-brown eyes blazed red. Vivian laughed. "Rage. Still, nothing compared to mine." Her emerald eyes glowed red, but unlike Susan's, lava trickled down her eyes like tears. "Now, we're well matched." A strong wind, like a cyclone, began to move around Susan who said, "Indeed we are."

It resonated with a strange familiarity, a sense of dormant power stirring awake. Before Evie could fully grasp this unexpected development, the Devourer unleashed a final, earth-shattering roar. With a surge of dark energy, it overpowered the failing beam, sending it dissipating harmlessly into the cavern air. The shield protecting Evie, Liam, and Xal'dar flickered and shattered. They were left exposed, vulnerable to the Devourer's full fury. As the colossal creature reared back, its massive claws poised to crush them, a deafening crack echoed through the cavern.

Devouring. He licked me like a man starving... long, slow strokes that curled my toes and sent sparks firing through every inch of me. His tongue circled my clit, flicked it, then flattened against it with wicked pressure that made me cry out and claw at the stone behind me. He grunted against me, like the sound of my pleasure was his favorite melody. “Fuck—Ashton—” “I know, baby,” he growled, voice vibrating against me. “I want you to fall apart in my mouth. Come for me. Let me have it.”

Light, pure and blinding and agonizingly alive , erupts from them, focused by the shard into a single, searing beam. It lances upwards. Not at the grove. Not at Arthur. Straight into the heart of the devouring shadow above. The Devourer recoils . Not a flinch. A cosmic flailing. The silent suction stops . The vast shadow ripples , like a stone thrown into a pool of ink. A soundless shriek of pain and outrage vibrates through the fabric of reality. It’s wounded. Truly wounded. Not destroyed. But hurt .

His mouth crushed against mine, and he went even deeper into my core, causing me to gasp and cry out as he swallowed the noises. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders for balance, slowly rocking against him to adjust to his size and ease the growing tension. It felt like he was tearing me apart from within, and a coil was unfurling. I relaxed my body, chasing the taste of pleasure as he devoured me. Saint started moving his hips once I'd settled, kissing me deeper, devouring my mouth like he was starving for oxygen, and I was his supply. He cupped my breast, moving his thumb over my nipple as he released my mouth to kiss my throat.

My wolf Abyss starts howling as my lips finally connect with hers, my whole body comes alive, within moments her arms have reached up and are pulling me closer, her taste, smell and touch have set my whole body on fire. "Ocean bro, we are in the air, are you two hungry?" Acres banging on the door brings us back to earth. Desert shoves me off her and growls "You pig" Chuckling I yell back through the door "I'll be there in a sec mate" before turning back to my mate and taking in her flushed appearance

Over her beautiful mark that truly bares who she was. I’m consumed. No matter what I do, or what she does, I am totally consumed by her and her only. It only took me another three minutes to devour when I heard her groans, writhes under my mouth gradually eating her flesh. She squirmed. Her body thrashed out and I know that she was going to come hard and I will give it to her. She consumes me. And I will consume her. No matter how much she’s thrashing around, her body is tied down at my mercy. She’s bounded by my pity and I won’t give her anything other than my tongue on her clit, pushing forward to devour her.