Doflamingo Drip Novels & Stories

Both Caramel and Macchiato’s couldn’t keep their cool. “Latte! Stop it!” Caramel flew next to Latte, wanting to prevent her from doing something that they would regret. “No.” Latte was faster. She stomped the dragon, telepathically ordered the dragon to drop from the high altitude. The dragon did exactly what she asked. Fluppy stopped fluttering his wings and letting his body drop. “No!” Caramel and Macchiato shouted at the same time. Midair, quite far from the other two, Fluppy flapped his wings once again and dashed towards Shadow without any sound. The trees fluttered, hitting each other as he passed by them, and went straight to the lord.

He bowed at Finlay who in turn remained silent, grinding his jaw because these siblings had caused the separation between him and his wife. Finally, he puffed out a low breath and nodded at Droco. "The Misloco leaves kill any kind of poison. Sometimes when a situation is critical, the person has to chew," Daeneria told Finlay as the maids brought a bag of the leaves to him. Finlay nodded and put the bag of leaves on his shoulder. Thankfully Droco's bite was healing, even the poison had stopped moving in his body. "Do you recall where you left your wife, Finlay?" Drococavillain inquired after stuffing a piece of strawberry in his mouth.

The air felt thick, charged with the scent of my arousal still lingering from the dildo and my fingers. He was breathing heavier now, that massive bulge in his joggers straining visibly, the outline thick and long enough to make my pussy clench involuntarily. “Matilda... you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said, voice low and rough, but he didn’t back away. His gaze dropped to my heaving tits, barely contained by the pulled-up gown, nipples hard and begging.

Nirvana kept the bottle on the counter but she had no idea the bottle had fallen to the ground, its content was now everywhere on the floor. "So what will you do about it? Aliya asked Nirvana reach out for the bowl of flour with Aliya but Aliya's grip on the bowl tighten "Let go" Nirvana warned "No, i won't" "I said let go" Nirvana protested but Aliya was adamant, she kept pulling the bowl too "No, i wo__ Aliyah couldn't finish her word when she slip on the water on the floor, the bowl left her hand, flying up and she started falling to the ground in slow motion

Oleg groaned as he pushed Chloe off her stool and out of his way. She lost her grip on the syringe as she was flung to the floor, landing on her backside. Oleg paid her no notice as he positioned himself on the stool, grabbed the partially inserted syringe with ungloved hands, and spread the woman’s vaginal flesh wider with his other ungloved hand so that he could see better.

- I crouch down beside her and put the bottle down on the floor. I open the towel that covers her body, glimpsing how beautiful she is and seeing that she is even better than I imagined. - You are too beautiful ... - her eyes sparkle with my compliment. I take the cork out of the bottle and drink a little, then put two fingers in the mouth of the bottle, wetting them a little with the liquid. I run it over her lips and suck on it, delighting in the flavor mixed with her taste. Then I soak her breasts with the wine - which stiffen even more due to the temperature of the drink - and let the liquid run down her belly. Resting the bottle on the floor again, I stand over her, leaning the weight o

I had even fainted once or twice but they would revive me each time, only to torture me again. They were at it again. Lucifer threw the pouch of blood to Daniel with a snicker. He caught it quickly and waved it in front of me and tore open the pouch with his teeth, drinking some and letting some of it trickle down his cheek deliberately. I closed my eyes tightly and gripped my hands behind my back in an attempt to ignore him. I had stopped breathing too. I wished that they would let me be and just leave. “ Ah! Brother the game doesn’t seem that interesting anymore. Can’t you come up with something more creative.”

DIEGO “Down it! Down it! Down it!” the circle of teammates surrounding him roared. Diego tipped his head back, draining the final amber drops of the brew before crushing the aluminum in his grip. The Austin Wolves let out a collective howl of approval. He offered a jagged grin, suppressing the bile rising in his throat.

Fredrick thrashed beneath me, desperately trying to loosen my grip, but I held on with unyielding determination. In that pivotal moment, I felt a surge of power, a primal energy that surged through my entire being. I channelled it into a crushing force, and with a sickening snap, Fredrick's neck gave way beneath my relentless grip. His body fell limp beneath me, lifeless and defeated.

"Heeey, good morning! You were Veronika, right?" "It must be me." I yawn, still half asleep. "What brings you here so early, Veronika?" The nice lady behind the cashier's desk asks smilingly while cleaning the wooden top with spray and a piece of cloth. "Uh-- I came to grab two coffees to-go and two sandwiches." I sheepishly rub the back of my neck. "What kind of coffees and sandwiches?" "Um that's the thing, I don't know. I want my coffee clear and long." I look at the bright menu hung on top of the bar.