Novel & Cerita Loose Tongues

Slender, sexless, almost humanoid—except for the fact that it had no head. Where a face should be, a thick vine of tongues coiled upward from the neck stump—each one frost-bitten, veined with blue crystal, and whispering in forgotten dialects. Some tongues murmured lullabies. Others recited names that no longer existed. And one, the longest of all, simply screamed. --- The Shatter-Tongue Wakes Irsi slithered forward from her prison, moving with a grace that was neither crawling nor walking. Nhen stepped aside.

My fingers became lost in his hair as I clutched it tightly, pulling slightly on some strands as I did so. For some reason, I was unable to let go. Somehow, the feel of his warm tongue against my heat was the only thing that was keeping me sane. I couldn't exactly think of anything else. I was breathless, and I was positive that I was going to explode very soon. “Ben.” His name left my mind in a soft plea and yet it was almost as if his tongue was threatening to torture me. “Not yet,” he said in a low growl as his tongue continued its sweet assault on me.

“Just you wait, I’m going to sew that lips and tongue of yours tightly so you can’t do some disgusting sh*t with me.” Angelo began to fight off the tongue that was invading his mouth. He tried to push away the perverted ugly being’s wet and slippery tongue; inside of his mouth; by using his tongue- as a weapon. The two fought using their tongues and, before they knew it, the both of them started to enjoy the kiss. They began to pull each other closer, tongue against tongue, sucking and nibbling each other’s lips. Wet noises and moans suddenly filled the living room: as the both of them became needy of each other’s lips- the room began to be filled with a scent of arousal.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Can’t think of a comeback? Cat got your tongue?” A soft, mocking laugh escaped her lips, thin, sharp, meant to slice, each note savoring the pain she was intent on delivering. Then, her voice dipped, low and filthy, carrying a whisper that curled through the air. “Or…” she dragged the word out, letting it hum between us, “…did Caesar already put that tongue to use this morning?”

Mine clasped onto his like a magnet. The ensuing kiss was a mixed bag of marvelous. Our slippery tongues bounced around in my mouth as if they were at play. They slapped and whacked one another like they were in a street fight. They pulled and patted on each other as if there was a battle for tongue supremacy. It was wild, chaotic, and utterly thrilling.

Had he changed his mind? A tongue lightly licks me. I almost jump from the delicious sensation. My legs hang limply over his shoulders as I begin to shake. He slides his tongue inside and then slides back out, going back to my clit. I close my eyes, feeling so much pleasure coursing through me that it’s unbearable. I can feel my legs becoming like jelly. He applies more pressure, pushing down harder with his tongue, which is coarse and rough. I struggle to breathe through my nose as I make muffled sounds of pure enjoyment. It’s like being on an amusement ride, thrilling and dangerous at the same time.

“Are you hungry?” Yes. She breathed a sigh of relief and grinned. Her fingers stroked it, calm and gentle. The bubble shifted and spread beneath her palm. “You’re hungry.” Her fingers ran over the stain as it split, the circle of brown opening with a gentle tear, sticky strings of something clear and white and pink stretching from the sudden wound. “Me, too.” The tear became two lips. Thin and long, they pressed together as they moved and lengthened. Flexed and found themselves, bulging with the hint of a thick tongue running along a row of hidden teeth.

She laughed, her thumbs spreading my ass wider, cool air slamming my butthole, then, I felt a wet heat. Her tongue. Jolting so hard, I almost hit my head on the headboard. "Fuck........Iris!!!" She didn't pull away. Just lapped my tight pink ring, lashing her soft tongue around it. Pointing her tongue, she speared it in me, tongue fucking my needy hole. My arms gave out. The sounds coming out of me, shocked me, embarrassing to the core. "Oh.....Iris......your tongue........fuck, fuck....."

Lance pulled away from the kiss for a brief second and we both sucked up some air before eventually going back at it. I tried to keep up to him and just when I thought I already caught up to him, he’s tongue was already beginning to slither its way inside my mouth. I had no other choice but to let Lance led the way as I opened my mouth to let his wet and slippery tongue inside my mouth with keen obedience. As soon as his tongue found mine, they both began dancing in sync inside my mouth. Our tongues were like two oiled-up and slippery dragons dancing along with each other.

"Extend your legs as far as possible. You should also tone down your snarl since Gaia could be listening in. It's still early in the morning." When I suddenly felt his tongue playing in my hole, I yanked at his hair in frustration. What is it about this man's tongue that makes it so long? I just nibbled my lower lip till I could feel the rust underneath it. "Ah... Theo," I moaned. When he abruptly drained the life out of me, I couldn't hold back my snarl. I tightened my grip on his hair. "You should have lowered your voice when I told you. Do you think it's acceptable for them to hear what you're doing?" Despite the fact that his tongue was still sticking out and something was in it, he rais