Romans & histoires How Long Is Venom's Tongue

The other aliens stayed close to the edges—watching, breathing heavy, tongues flicking out from between alien lips. Long tongues. Ridiculous tongues. Blue and wet and twitching, like they were tasting the air. Tasting her. She didn’t flinch when the breeder reached her. She spread her thighs. His first touch was a tongue—long, silky, warm. It snaked from his mouth and coiled around her ankle, then slid higher, circling her calf like a lover’s hand. Another tongue joined it, this one wrapping gently around her wrist and guiding her down, laying her back against the floor like a doll he didn’t want to break.

Evren could’ve sworn he lost his voice somewhere down the line of Lachlan spearing his hole with his masterful thick tongue that touched places Evren didn’t think a tongue could touch. How was it possible for one’s tongue to be so long? Evren didn’t know and he didn’t want to think about it. He couldn’t think about it even if he wanted to because his brain logged off. His voice had become soundless and he couldn’t even hear the sounds of his moans. He was whimpering, whining, as every inch of Lachlan's tongue drove into him and then the Lycan king had added his fingers.

"She wants to wait for intelligence reports while that freak anchors his roots into my father's council. We strike tonight, while his scent is still fresh." "But the Luna commanded—" "The Luna does not see the speed of the infection!" Tahlia barks, reaching into her tactical belt and drawing a small, reinforced glass vial containing a writhing, pitch-black viper from the Blacktide marshes. "Drop this over his balcony guide-rail." Brena’s skin goes completely white under her hair. "A Blacktide adder? The venom liquefies the blood core within three minutes... it will look like a wild mountain accident if it breaches his furs, but..."

He took down a few more, but the others were relentless. One of them landed a lucky blow, slicing Venom's leg with a dagger. He growled low in his chest and gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his anger. Another intruder struck, but Venom countered with a swift bite, knocking the man crashing to the ground where his throat was ripped out. As the fight raged on, Venom noticed that the intruders were unusually strong. They seemed to be enhanced, their movements almost supernatural. He narrowly avoided a dagger thrust, his eyes widening in surprise.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out, the creature moved back to my father. It crouched down, its twisted face just inches from his. Then it extended its tongue. It was a black, serpentine thing, at least eight inches long, covered in slime and backward-facing barbs. It slowly reached for my father's closed eye. The tongue began to lick his left eyelid, making a wet, sticky sound. Dad's body began to twitch uncontrollably.

"I can call Valeria, or — there's the other vet, the one Alessia uses for Viola's rabbit." "She's fine." "Dorian, she hasn't eaten in three —" "She's eating now." I nod toward the pouch. "Look." Marco looks. Mina, as though performing for an audience, licks the last of the purée from the narrow opening of the pouch with methodical precision. Then she lifts her head, drags her tongue once across her mouth, and turns. She presses the flat of her skull against my knee and begins to purr — low, continuous, entirely directed at me and no one else in the room.

He unwrapped me from him and quickly laid behind me and pulled me against his chest. "So warm..” "Is she going to be alright?" Vivi asked from her spot across the room. Her face was a mask of apprehension. "As good as she can be for now.” Clay uttered. “ Her body is fighting the venom and it will take a while before it will accept it. That will last about an hour or so until the venom takes over and starts the change. That's when it'll get bad." Vivi came over and held my hand and I whisked away in pain. My body didn’t welcome any other touch apart from Clayton’s touch.

The sharp pain of the bite hits my shoulder, and I arch my spine hard off the mattress while I scream Dean's name into the quiet bunker. My vocal cords strain from the loud noise, but I cannot stop the raw vocal reaction because the physical shock is so intense. Dean holds his fangs deep inside my flesh, and he pumps a heavy dose of his cool mint venom directly into my open vein. The icy liquid rushes down my throat, and it spreads fast toward my racing heart. The sudden temperature change makes my muscles spasm, and I grip the soft bed sheets tightly in my hands. The fresh mint venom crashes into the warm cedar and heavy tobacco pheromones that already circulate through my tired system.

The chong poison is made up from vipers, centipede, scorpion, toad and spider. Venom groaned out loudly, his veins started sprouting out in an abnormal way. The onlookers were astonished by the display of the abnormality in front of them. "What is that asshole doing to himself? " What the hell." Osman asked no one in particular. Jade panicked as she waddled backward at the abnormal form Venom had taken. She had never seen anything like it before, she lost her balance and fear set in her heart. " This is getting more interesting" Lord Adonis grinned. It piqued Lord Adonis interest that the magician in front of him was going all the way.

Fangs grazed the vulnerable skin. He drew in her air, hands veins bulging, as if trying to fuse her into his own flesh and blood. The temperature in the confined space surged. A purple-black mass at his chest swelled grotesquely. A barbed, venomous tendril split the skin, secreting corrosive slime inches from Vivienne’s throat. The lethal tip hovered, millimeters from severing an artery. Logic clawed its way back into Alexander’s mind at the sight. “Roar—!”