Romans & histoires How Long Is Venom's Tongue

Dagda stabbed his sword forward again, and a red glow shot out right at the Ice Toad's massive tongue. The Ice Toad's tongue could shoot out as far as twenty meters. There was a sticky and disgusting liquid on it, and it was also incredibly frosty. The liquid would stick to anything the tongue hits, and ice would form around the place it touches. Unless they tore away their flesh, they would be completely wrapped up by the long tongue, never able to get out. Forcing the tongue back, Dagda panted. At that moment, he was still recovering his strength. Right as he was at his weakest, the fox launched forward to strike him.

And when he ran it slowly around my nipple, I felt something that made me arch my back and grab his hair. Bumps. Small ones, along the entire length of his tongue. Like ridges. Like beads. Each one scraped against my skin in a different way, creating layers of sensation that my brain couldn’t process. “Mortyss…” I moaned, looking down. “Your tongue…” He raised his eyes to me without taking his mouth off my breast. His violet eyes were brighter than ever. And then, deliberately, he showed me his tongue. It was purple. Forked at the tip, like a snake’s. And along its entire length, rows of small bumps pulsed, each one the size of a tiny pea, glistening with a moisture that wasn’t human saliva.

His dark brown eyes remained on the flames of the campfire as though he were alone and not in a circle of travelling companions. Venom was also usually quiet but he became louder and louder with each drink of ale, laughing raucously with Leech. Venom had mocha-coloured skin and eyes with thick dark curly hair. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His eyes held a lot of mischief and he kept looking up at the treetops. Cory knew hiding from high vantage points from which he could rain down his poison darts was his signature move in battle. Cory turned her eyes back to Hayden who looked like he was contemplating something deeply.

"Mark me. Claim me. I want everyone to know." He stopped moving. For a second I thought I'd said something wrong. But then I saw his face. His expression. The way he was looking at me like I'd just handed him the world on a silver platter. "Say it again," he demanded. "Mark me." He lowered his head. His mouth found the place where my neck met my shoulder. The gland there was swollen, sensitive, and pumping out so much scent I could barely stand it. He bit down.

Thanks to his strong cultivation, he managed to suppress the toxin from spreading for the time being. Presbytery Gui sneered and said mockingly, "I raised this centipede with the venom of scorpions, Dendrobates, and venomous snakes, so it's extremely virulent. Even if you are in the Acquired Realm, you will die within two hours if you're poisoned!"

TEMPEST The green flash went blinding again, the hum reverberating through the cave. Shaking like every time I called him, I sagged into Archer’s strong arms. We stared as the creature burst out, frantic, and out of nowhere flicked a huge purple tongue, devouring all that venom. A feast for him. He licked the surface until it gleamed. We didn’t even speak, too stunned, while the wet sounds of slime dripping and gulping echoed off the stone.

And at this time, the black snake has already arrived at the palm of the captain of the black robed man with an elegant hissing sound coming out of its mouth. The captain of the group immediately took out the letter tied to the small black snake, and his originally calm expression turned somber. He did not expect the reason for Venom being late in delivering the she-wolf is due to the other party’s once in a while attack of the chronic poison that grew into a severe ailment due to Venom dabbling with poison for over a decade.