Inkling X Octoling Novels & Stories

Right as Sloan would have gotten up, Octnavin's tentacles grabbed his knees, stopping Sloan from moving. "Fine," Octnavin grumbled and pulled Sloan back into his lap. Sloan didn't even bother to hide his triumphant grin. "Go on." Sloan settled himself into Octnavin's hold and brought his drinking tentacle back to his throbbing shaft. Pink flesh slipped out of Octnavin's mouth. The tongue, if Sloan could call it that, looked more like a cock than anything else. The whole pink flesh pole glistened and dripped. The shaft's tip had a small hole in the center, and there wasn't a broad crown. The fat tube was smooth from top to bottom.

RED INK EP 9: Introductions "Wooooow!" Lorin whispered as they strolled into the interior of the party. The theme setting was a pale red and gold, mixed with some silver and glitters. The tables were all set in a fancy glimmer and the wine glasses were arranged so fancifully. She looked up at Dillion, he wasn't amused by the setting, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. From a table by her left hand side, she saw Larry Donas—he was making small talks with a beautiful blonde lady who sat beside him. There were about five people at his table; the table was large.

But then my eyes move down the list. Kelly Blackwell. My stomach drops. No. It can't be. Fucking no.

The pain from the cuts started becoming unbearable, at this time the griffin had managed to fly above the trees, my feet occasionally touching the leaves. I could see a thin trail of my blood running down my legs. Glancing at my left shoulder I could see how deep its claws had already pierced into my skin, turning to my right I saw that it was significantly worse than the wound on my left. With me hanging from my shoulders, and the claws being so sharp it had caused some tearing giving me about three centimeters deep cuts from each claw.

"I need my mates!" "I'm sure they're on their way." Jinx used a cool, damp cloth to stroke Doll's forehead. "They're going to feel this on your connection. So if you could keep the rest of those kits in..." The Orangelo trailed off as Ink announced that another was arriving and the first began to howl, showing off his very healthy lungs.

Ingrid then released it, handing Lilith a few tissues to cover the scratch. Lilith accepted it with a deep frown and began pressing the tissue against her wound. She continued to look at Ingrid in confusion as Ingrid reached for something on the table. It was a fine brown powder, it’s cinnamon. “This is just a catalyst,” Ingrid explained, sprinkling a small amount of the cinnamon powder into the metal container holding Lilith’s blood.