Doflamingo Drip Novels & Stories

Now open your fucking mouth. I gripped harder and poured the champagne over her lips. She swallowed, but half of it spilled out on the sides, trickling down her chin and neck. My eyes caught the movement of a few droplets, and I watched it slowly trickle down her chest all the way to her nipple until it ran dry. My tongue wanted to lap it up, suck every goddamn drop off her body. She was helpless, and wouldn't be able to do a goddamn thing about it if I decided to drink an entire fucking bottle of champagne off her.

Despite the vibrant shine of luna, the dark sky was dominated by the looming shadows of despair. I sniffed and inhaled the addicting aroma of 1991's. Atleast, it calms my nerves for even just a little. I took a sip and savoured the rich taste as the aroma dominated my tastebud. I can feel the icy chills everytime the blow of the gushing wind touches my skin. Lonely, cold, and heavy. I drank in a straight shot the remaining liquid of the glass. The hot liquid directly burned my throat as I swallowed it through my system. I put back the empty glass on the table and went back to my favorite spot.

the man at my chest muttered, licking the milk from his lips before attaching his mouth to me again, drinking greedily. More milk leaked out of my breasts. “She’s fucking dripping everywhere,” the bald man grunted, pumping his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but my hands, which had been pushing weakly at his hips, now clutched at them.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

plop. The man adjusted his gaze, intrigued by the subtle sound and motion of the droplets. Drip... He watched it fall and splatter against the dampened ground by the dim light of the shattered arrowhead. Plop. He bent down on one knee and stretched out his hand to examine the substance, getting some of the dark red liquid on his fingertips and bringing it close to his face. "Well, this is my chance," he muttered to himself quietly. "Help me, please," he breathed, poising himself on the branch and springing forward into a front flip.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

"Don't get too cocky, Thomas!" I sidestepped just in time, and the water splashed harmlessly onto the floor. Disgusted by his antics, I retaliated, flinging my own cupful of water right at his face. He yelped like a soaked pup caught in the rain. "I'd love to see if Yvonne would stick with you if you were useless, Thomas!" His eyes blazed with spite, his rage flaring up in the flickering firelight. Out of nowhere, he lunged, trying to shove me into the stove. I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force.

No medical pretense. Dr. Vale dragged his tongue slowly up my soaked pussy, groaning at my taste. “So sweet,” he murmured against my clit. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you since the moment I saw how wet you were in the exam room.” He devoured me with expert precision — licking, sucking, and fucking me with his tongue while two thick fingers pumped deep inside me. I came hard within minutes, moaning loudly as my thighs shook around his head. He didn’t stop. He kept licking me through the orgasm until I was oversensitive and crying out.