Kissing Skulls Novels & Stories

My spit coated him as I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling. His hips jerked. His hand flew to my hair, fisting it tight. The other wrapped around my throat,not squeezing, just there,a reminder of the control he was barely holding onto. “Fuck… Skye,” he hissed, his voice breaking. “Shit. Fuck,” He yanked me up with a sudden, desperate strength, panting, eyes wild. His mouth slammed into mine, the kiss punishing. His tongue tasted like lust and loss of control. My hand was still stroking him as he kissed me with so much desperation.

His shoulders are tense, and the veins in his forearms twitch like he’s holding too much. I sit beside him. Not touching, but close enough that I could. “I was on the outer patrol the last time Skull hit a pack,” he says after a long pause. “A small outpost near the Frosted Pines.” I glance at him. His face has gone pale. “We found bodies. But not just killed. Arranged. Laid out like… like an offering.” My stomach turns. “He’s not just building an army,” Zane says, voice hoarse. “He’s preparing a sacrifice.”

He looks unalive, a mere shell of a man. Denzel leans down, his breath reeking of decay, and slowly kisses me. The kiss is deep and disgusting, making my stomach churn with revulsion. His lips are dry and stretchy, like worn leather. I hesitate for a moment before clamping my teeth against his lips, using every last ounce of strength to bite down. I want to tear the life out of him, to rip away the evil that animates his undead form. He snaps back, his eyes flashing with surprise, and I see that I've managed to cut a small part of his lips with my teeth. But he doesn't bleed. Instead, layers of skin sag, revealing the rot beneath.

When Connor finally accepted that I would never return, he drowned himself in alcohol. Sometimes, in his drunken stupor, he would curse my name, calling me a cruel woman for how I had treated Belinda. But more often, he would scream for me, stumbling into the ice chamber where my corpse was kept, pressing desperate kisses against my decaying flesh. Even I, the owner of that body, found it revolting. When his drinking began interfering with his duties, the elders could no longer stand idly by. They summoned Belinda, hoping she could pull him from his downward spiral.

I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, but knowing he was going to do wonderful things to me made it hard not to squirm with anticipation. He kissed one inner thigh, and then the other. His cheeks were smooth and I knew he must have shaved just for dinner. Something about the idea of him shaving just for me felt special. His lips kissed the V at the top of my legs and I jerked at the surge of pleasure. I was so wound with lust that even the barest breath against my pleasure center would have sent shivers down my spine. A full kiss was like being struck my lightning.

Zainne licked her lips, salivating. The next thing she did made her audience's stomach churn in disgust. She grabs a skull and drinks from the hole she made. Many eyes watched when she slurped Vincent's brain out. One after another, she took her time. While she drank, some men and most women in the throne room vomited and continued to tremble. They could not stand how ghastly she was eating them, but she could care less, it made her happy to drink the skulls like coconut juice.

And in the center—an altar. A skull rested on it. Massive. Cracked. Crowned with dull gold. Not wolf. Not human. Something stranger. Kael stepped forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s not a wolf.” Ezra walked closer, his breath catching in his chest. The skull had a shape that didn’t belong in this world—sharp, long, unnaturally curved. Wrong in a way that made his stomach twist. Below it, a flame burned. It didn’t float. It sat. Low. Blue. Quiet. But when Ezra stepped closer, it flickered in time with his pulse.

Caspian smiled and waved his arm when he saw the puzzled gazes of Maisie Pine, Yvonne Johnson, and the others. Suddenly, everyone felt as if a curtain had been lifted. The sound of running water came and disappeared. The next moment, a crystal skull as big as a house appeared in front of them. The crowd gasped again. Jessica never expected that there was such a skull here. She was just about to ask Caspian what the skull was for. But when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say. Because this skull gave people a natural feeling. In fact, any skull, whether it was a human being or a demonic beast, would give people a feeling of surprise, or shock.

That monsters actually kissed me again. *************

Jack went forward and bowed on one knee, his head bent in respect. The skull King nodded at Jack briefly before turning to look at Casio who was already wetting his pants from too much fear. " The brave is pissing himself" Jack mocked with a chuckle. Casio could not see anything except from the Gold mask which laid calmly on his face. The Skull diagram drawn on it made him look more mysterious and horrifying. ' This was the Skull King' Casio thought in horror. " Please d does not hurt me" Casio pleased terrified. " Hurt you?" The Skull King asked. His voice resounded heavily in the basement followed by a chuckle.