Drip Drip Drip Story Novels & Stories

I watched, dazed, my eyes barely half-open as it trickled away of its own accord, sliding over the monochrome tiles until it reached an ever-shifting stream of water that I could see stretching round behind Ethan. My cheek was damp, pressed against the floor and a lock of wet hair hung over my eyes. A tiny drop of water slid down the lock and grew fat, hanging there, before finally dropping to the floor and that tiny droplet moved of its own volition and joined the moving stream, like an ant, seeking the protection of its colony.

IAN * * Drip. Pain. Drip. More pain. Drip. Pain that made the first pain look like a fucking massage. The wolfsbane kept hitting my bloodstream like liquid fire, the poison currently dripping into my vein through a thin IV line that I wanted to rip out and shove through the wall.

I almost can’t stand it. “Be patient, princess,” Thirst Trap whispers against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My muscles start to flutter like it does when my orgasm is approaching. He suddenly stops rubbing me, and I almost cry at the loss of friction. God, I’m going to kill this guy in a minute. How dare he! The buildup fades before I can catch it, but my wetness pools more than ever. I could really use a cock in me right now.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. That was the sound that woke me up. The dripping of water into something like a metallic pan. I released a labored breath and then opened my heavy eyelids. The world was blurred for a few seconds until my vision cleared. My throat was very dry and I was in a lot of pain. I proceeded to get up from where I was lying but it was torture. I managed to do it though. I sat up and groaned as I study the room I was in.

The door clicked shut. I stepped out, legs wobbly, pussy still throbbing, dripping onto the floor. I thought we'd continue, his fingers back inside me, maybe more—but he glanced at his watch. “We're getting late.” He walked away, leaving me on the edge, clit pulsing angrily, denied. Okay, I didn't just imagine that… did I? Lately my dreams bled into reality so often it was hard to tell. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, chugged it to cool the fire in my core, then headed upstairs. Lucky my hair was still perfect.

I was still pressed to the wall. My breath hadn’t come back. My legs were trembling. His cum was leaking out of me in slow, warm drips down my thighs, mixing with the rain that still poured around us. He held me there for a minute, forehead resting against mine, both of us soaked to the bone. Then he looked down. Watched it spill from between my thighs. His cock twitched at the sight. “You’re dripping,” he whispered, voice rough, wrecked. “Fucking dripping with me.”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. The ache in my head is nearly unbearable. “Lilliana. Please..... Wake up,” the voice assaulted my throbbing head, echoing around the room, "No, it hurts......" I groaned, wanting the darkness to consume me once again. The pain in my skull bounced around like a hot coal. My eyelids fluttered, catching the annoying flashing light above my head. I hated it almost as much as I hated that dreaded drip of water in the corner.

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He really was like a lunatic, talking to himself in his heart while standing on the sidewalk like this. Raindrops began to fall on his head, the droplets grew bigger and bigger as if the sky was asking the humans to get out of the way so that it could spill its gray cargo on the earth. Adrian glanced at Diana. The woman looked confused when the rain also started to fall on her, then she entered the cafe. An old cafe with the name Dreamer Tavern on its nameplate.

I probably feel this way since I don’t have anything to do and I’m bored. I'm no longer on drip, so I can move about easily. I slowly get out of bed, not wanting to wake Nek up; I almost trip as my feet touches the ground; but I grab the head rest fixed to the bed just in time for balance. I slowly walk to the bathroom; careful to not tire my body, on my way, I grab my clothes and enter the bathroom.