Hell Slime Novels & Stories

said Andrew suspiciously at Nichole now. The woman took something out of her bag and handed it to Andrew. "I always drink it almost every day. I'm afraid my allergies will suddenly come. And because my ex-boyfriend used to really like shrimp, I drank it every day and got used to it. So, I still have the allergy but I've prevented it from bothering me, "explained Nicole. Andrew nodded his head slowly. Andrew's suspicion slowly faded by itself. Somehow the man always thought his own hunch was a mistake. However, Andrew is still very sure that Nichole is not Nichole. That was what the man had been thinking from earlier.

Anthony has been going out a lot leaving Amelia and me with ink, ink doesn't seem that bright so I've been trying to persuade him to take us out, but Anthony has his claws in that poor guy. Today had just been like any normal day for the life we're living now, as it was on the warmer side of days for it being nearly winter, I was in the garden with Amelia under the watchful eye of Anthony in the kitchen. Amelia can now sit up by herself so she was just playing with her toys on her blanket, while I lay down looking at the sky. The peaceful day was disrupted by a scream coming from the neighbours garden, I make sure Amelia was okay before getting up, Anthony quickly running after me, I managed

She slowly opened her legs, and I laughed, "Shit. You're ready and so beautiful. I'm not going to be able to control myself." With that, I leaned in, taking a long, deep breath of her musky sweet scent and licked my bare lips. I moaned and shuddered. This is heavenly. I'm almost undone. She opens up as I dove in. I pushed her knees to her chest exposing her to me. I'm slurping, nibbling and kissing her pūssy loving her essence and her smell. She's gripping the sheets on the verge of falling off the plane of existence when I open her flower, biting her bud and slipping in my thumb.

They had humanoid forms with limbs but were enveloped in disgusting slime. Despite their grotesque appearance, they moved swiftly, wielding various weapons like machetes, spears, steel pipes, and more. They seemingly utilized whatever they could find. As they moved, the slime on their bodies oozed everywhere. It possessed corrosive properties that emitted white smoke upon contact. Additionally, a foul stench permeated the air. Vardala's face turned pale upon seeing the rampant monsters. "What are these things?" He had no idea about these creatures. Adrian looked at the foes and promptly replied, "These things are likely the mysterious enemies Dragon Prince mentioned."

All of them. They’re this gross, shiny pink-gray color, coiled up on top of each other like a pile of wet sausages someone forgot in the sun. Some parts are fatter, some thinner, and they’re all slick—glistening, actually glistening—like they’ve got their own little layer of slime. Every time he breathes shallow, wheezy little breaths, the whole pile shifts. Just a tiny bit. One loop slides over another with this soft, wet squelch I can actually hear from here. There’s blood, obviously, but not a fountain—more like it’s just seeping slowly, trickling down the curves of the guts and pooling in the folds.

The Sorceress convulses, her screams blending with the elemental fury that engulfs her and she topples onto the ground. “No….this cannot….be….” she hisses and her skeletonial body begins to dissolve into a grostique heap until something begins to worm its way out of the dead Sorceress’ mouth. It is black and slimy. It looks like a slug, but it is as big as a snake. The thing sticks its head into the nighttime air before snapping its head in my direction.

Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

“Down!” I had my arm around Jace’s shoulders as I pushed him forward to the floor, and my other arm was around Malachi, and I gripped Levi’s jacket tightly. “Hylja sála!” Blue flames enveloped all of us as the bullets tore through the windows of the restaurant with deafening bursts.

"Hiss!" "Hua..." The moment Samuel was spat out, the group of "snake"-like blood worms in the whole underground space suddenly became extremely excited. They were wriggling toward Samuel, coming out from the ground, and the other falling from the top of the cave. The giant silkworm also raised its countless disgusting tentacles and waved them in disorder. In the slime, Samuel's eyes were wide open. Even though he had been struggling hard at this time, the slime was like glue. No matter how Samuel shook it, it kept shrinking. It not only dissolved the power of Samuel, but also exhausted Samuel.

That aroma, an almost aching perfume that clamped down upon the muscles while simultaneously rendering you more relaxed than you’d ever felt in your life. I was reminded, for the first time, of a Lamia – a creature with the head and torso of a woman and the lower body of a snake, who’s alluring gaze would gull you into coming even closer for a kiss, just one pretty kiss… and then her fangs would strike you. Before you even became aware that her coils were unraveling and winding themselves across your entire body, binding you, the enchantment carried within that kiss would render you adoring, and fully within the Lamia’s control. But then, I’ll bet a man wrote that story. Perhaps that man had