From God's Mouth To Your Ears Mga Nobela at Kwento

I swear to God, don’t fucking- Heaven is what I feel. My tongue greedily laps him up, getting all the juices. I groaned at the taste, my eyes rolling back. He tastes better every time. Miles gripped my hair with one hand, the other holding onto the headboard as he slowly grinded his pussy on my face, moaning quietly.

Two tongues now, lapping and teasing his hole open, rimmed and worshipped until he was shaking, panting, hips jerking helplessly in the gods’ grip. “You’ll take us all,” said the fire god, dragging his cock along Kael’s lips. “One by one. Together. We’ll stretch you.” Kael’s mouth opened. His body betrayed every sacred oath. His tongue flicked out, tasting the first of them. Salty, hot, divine. The fire god groaned, threading his fingers through Kael’s hair and forcing him deeper, slowly, inch by inch. “Yes,” he growled. “That’s it, little priest. Open your throat.” And beneath him, behind him, inside him, the gods devoured.

My mouth was still wide open. I did not even care about the man’s harsh voice anymore. I could not hear anything else except the loud pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears. My eyes were stuck on that tall, golden gate. It was opening by itself, and there was no one there. No guard. No button. Nothing. Just slow movement. The gold bars glided apart like something invisible was controlling it from somewhere far. Maybe a camera. Maybe a remote. Or maybe something else. Something worse.

Can you hear me? *Rosemary!* His voice burst through the link, sounding so wild, frantic, and breathless that it broke my heart. *Goddess, little one! You're alive! Where are you? Tell me where you are, I am coming for you! I will kill them all!*

Alfredo Raymond's gamma asked as he ran towards them. "We're still not certain, Alpha suggested we consort the mouthpiece of the moon goddess about it." Gabriel said, turning to face Alfredo. Alpha Raymond wasn't in the mood to discuss with them; he walked in quick strides towards the chamber of the mouthpiece of the moon goddess, leaving both his beta and gamma behind. "I know you came to know the cause of the sudden earthquake…" The mouthpiece of the moon goddess said immediately they entered inside her chamber which somehow imitates the appearance of a moon.

he croaked hoarsely, "I would never dare to forge a fake Thousand Feathers Mark..." His frail voice was suddenly swept by a hollow voice that seemed to echo from the distant horizon, "I am Omnipresent, Omnipresence is Me; I have long arrived..." The unearthly voice thundered from nowhere and everywhere, hollow and deep, yet angelic and divine at the same time, ringing in the ears of everyone seated around. The voice resonated strongly with everyone's inner spirits; some male disciples began to writhe and melt, stirring passionately at the beautiful and melodious voice as if the kingdom of Heaven had come.

“ Fuck you!” He smirked, his eyes still darkened. “ I will fuck you until you lose your legs and your breath.” he mouthed at me.

Keeping a firm grip on my wrists. I screamed at the pain, I screamed for what was to come. “Keep screaming, I like it when they scream.” I had my head turned away and eyes shut but when he said that, it wasn’t him talking, it was his beast. I dared to look at him and what I found was Aodh, God of the underground himself staring back at me with an evil grin. Eyes as black onyx, deep and monstrous.

Only camera flashes kept exploding. Step by step, I walked to the plaintiff's side, stopped, and raised my bloodied right hand. My voice was not loud, but every word struck the floor like iron. "Your Honor, I am counsel for the plaintiffs, Caroline Eckhart." Julian shot to his feet. The smile on his face vanished completely.

he shouts loudly, ramming himself deeper into my mouth, his hands clutching my hair. “Oh, Goddess…” he groans, his voice raw and animalistic. “Yes, Maya… I love this. I’ve missed this… you are…” His words break into a guttural growl as he spills every ounce of himself into my mouth. I take it all, swallowing and holding it, letting none go to waste. But I don’t stop there—I guide him, tilting my head so it spills further, coating my lips, running down my chin, and spilling onto my chest.