Lips Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

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.

He crashed his lips back down onto hers with a devastating, unyielding force that utterly consumed her scream. This kiss was entirely different from the last. It was raw, demanding, and dripping with an ancient, starving desperation. He parted her lips with a brutal, possessive swipe of his tongue, tasting her deeply, claiming every hidden corner of her mouth as if he were trying to swallow her whole. Rosalie whimpered, her hands tightening into useless fists above her head as the ropes held her captive. She tried to fight the kiss, tried to pull her head back, but Dominic’s grip on her neck was like a vice of solid iron.

Replaced by parted lips, bopping throat and eyes that are focused on my lips. Records show him as straight. He even had a first love and heartbreak so I had doubts the blowjob in that mansion meant anything but seeing red patch show up his neck now.... And remembering how he kept on groaning and loading his cum into my mouth.. It's safe to say - I've a hold on him So I lick my lips... Slowly and his mouth part. Throat bobs. I take one step closer to him, our bodies just inches apart and his eyes widen at me

He caught a movement of something of a similar height to him, carrying a stick. "Ex-excuse me, I just want to take a mop for a moment-" His words trailed off as he faced the figure(?) who decided to reveal herself. “You-, can you-, see-, me?” Asked the figure in a hoarse creepy voice. gulp. "F*ck."

“You’re fucking killing me.” “I know. I’m sorry.” My head tilted back as his lips moved down my throat. “Lips too—let me use my mouth on you too,” he growled, between sucks and bites on my neck. “Okay,” I panted. “You can touch me, and taste me. And I’ll—” His lips latched onto my breast, and I cried out as I arched upward. Rocco’s fingers tugged mine off my core and took their place, rubbing me lightly.

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

He could hear a man’s anguished cry, but pushed it out of his mind as he dwelled on the feel of her as he moved in and out. “You need to be rougher,” she demanded as she squirmed beneath him until she was able to pull his hand and place it on her breast. Her voice took on an abrasive, hollow tone. “Be rough, I say.” His eyes flew open as she surprised him by sinking her teeth into his flesh hard enough to break the skin. “Rough, damn it!”

"I will." Kiss...kiss him. Does plumpy lips. They tempt me... "No." I scorny hand wrapping around his lip stopping them from seducing me. If they do I might just fall prey. "I need to brush." He slowly unclasp my fingers around his lips looking down to me. "I don't care." His lips crash on mine, moving in a slow harmonic motion. I pull back at a loud metallic sound. My eyes frantically searching around for the intruder until they fall on a old lady sitting in a secluded corner, a scok etched on her lips.

Roderick stammered, his breaths shallow. When I finally pulled back, my lips were smeared pink from the strawberry lipstick. Roderick was heaving. His chest rose and fell like a storm. “Oh my God!” Vittoria screamed as she rushed forward. Roderick crashed to the floor. F His lips swelled to triple their normal size. His eyes bulged, threatening to pop from his sockets. His body trembled, and his neck slumped unnaturally to one side. “What did you do, Serafina?!” Vittoria shouted, now on her knees, clutching Roderick to her chest.

He said in an intoxicated voice, sliding his thumb on Calista's lips, "And this pair of lips of yours, it burns me the most. I am always defeated by it. I can't control myself when I look at your luscious pink lips. Like I still can't." Rhino slowly moved towards Calista's lips with drunken eyes. His fingers touched Calista's lips. Calista shivered at this. Calista closed her eyes and grabbed the part of shirt close to Rhino's chest and breathed deeply. These movements of Calista were making Rhino more crazy. He could not contain himself anymore. He dove into Calista's sweet treasure. He pressed his lips on Calista's lips. Then he put his tongue between her lips and took it in his mouth. He