Geto Swallowing Curse Novels & Stories

' Betas swarmed Garrick, his screams cut short. Yet as the shift completed, agony bloomed low in my belly, the curse igniting. Thorne's seed—meant to bind us— twisted inside, my body rejecting it in violent cramps, pain like knives carving me hollow. I doubled over, shift faltering, visions flashing: the curse's full horror, dooming any union. Kael laughed, closing in, the siege tightening...

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

“Adrian, what is he talking about? What is this truth?” Adrian’s jaw clenched, and for a brief moment, his gaze flickered with something Lena couldn’t quite understand. “No,” he said, his voice hoarse. “This isn’t the time, Lucien. Leave her out of this.” Lucien smirked, his eyes flashing with malice. “It’s too late for that. The curse is already in motion. The ritual has begun.” Lena felt her knees go weak as the words hit her. “Ritual? What ritual?”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

[Fuck] I don't stop. I fuck my own throat on his dick, taking him as deep as I can, gagging and choking and loving every second of it. Saliva runs down my chin, drips onto my chest. My throat burns, my jaw aches, but I don't stop. Can't stop. Not when he's making sounds like that; broken, desperate Russian curses mixed with my name. "Carlton—Carlton, ya ne mogu—" [I can't—] His voice cracks. "Shit, I'm going to—"

Jacqueline was so caught off-guard that she swallowed the worm. She wasn't sure if she was overthinking it, but she could feel it sliding through her esophagus. It was so disgusting that it gave her goosebumps. Willow made sure Jacqueline had swallowed the cursed worm before removing the cloth. Like a madwoman, Jacqueline got on her knees and tried to vomit to remove the worm from her. However, no matter what she did, the only thing that came out of her was bile because she hadn't eaten anything for more than 20 hours.

Flying penanggalan curse is one of most dangerous and hazardous curse, sorcerer performing such curse is very powerful and evil in nature as to be able to perform this curse one has to give many sacrifice of innocent souls. The sorcerer performing such curse is very poisonous as during every full moon night head of sorcerer performing goes searching for its food, they mostly devours on human flesh for their hunger and eats head of their victim to suck in their strength and life….. As per this curse a sorcerer grows more in strength when he eats head of any powerful creature… as energy of that powerful creature gets transfer to him… No wonder there were so many ghostly faces trapped in his b

The discussion was only interrupted when Danteleon tossed the blanket. "Booh!" The mischievous twins—who think that every time is playtime—enter under the blanket too, laughing. I enchant the blanket to float while they ride and I took Hessuel home. All disasters left were fixed and erased. Analyzing the problem, I put Hessuel into a deep sleep and opened his stomach to find the residue of the flesh he swallowed. I expect to fail and hate it when it does. I closed his stomach and read the curse instead. This curse stimulates his appetite like a pure beast, ready to devour any flesh but there is an exemption.

glucking, slurping, as he used my mouth relentlessly. Finally, with a guttural curse in what sounded like Mandarin, he tensed, his cock swelling impossibly thicker. Hot cum flooded my throat in thick ropes, forcing me to swallow convulsively or drown in it. I gulped it down, coughing as he pulled out with a slick pop, strings of spit and seed connecting us.