Michael Slime Novels & Stories

The distant sound of late-night reggae drifted up from the beach below like a mocking reminder that the world was still celebrating. Shanice’s smooth, plump pussy was visibly swollen and dripping, her dark pink inner lips parted and shining, thick strands of clear arousal stretching from her clenching hole to the floor. Zara’s tighter young cunt dripped even more freely, her small clit peeking out, warm rivulets running down her trembling thighs. Lion’s voice was low, dark, and merciless. “Sumfest is over. Now you both belong to me.”

] Somehow he heard Imuthis grinning from afar but he cannot focus on that matter as he's still in a shitty situation. Mike's body already surrounded by pressured water and expecting something to happen to his body after he heard a cracking sound. However, as a minute had passed he heard nor feel nothing that will make his body go crumble. (This... is?) Checking his body just by touching it in real-world he feels a slimy yet hard substance that envelops his whole body in something like goo or a slime. (This texture... This disgusting substance!?) [Clang clang! Correct!] The weird transparent substance that falling down from Mike is the substance that envelops around his body right now.

Instead I was leaning against the wooden fence that separated her yard from the neighbor’s, pretending to check my phone while I watched him. Michael. Sloane’s only son. Twenty-four. Home from grad school for the summer. Six-foot-two now, shoulders that had finally caught up to the promise of his teenage frame, dark hair still damp from the pool earlier, white linen shirt unbuttoned enough that I could see the hollow at the base of his throat and the faint line of hair disappearing under the fabric. He was laughing at something one of his cousins said, head thrown back, throat working, and the sound carried straight to my core like a plucked string.

Immediately they left, Michael added, “You all, should wait for me outside, and only inform, me when the doctor has come, I want some alone time with the slave. “Yes, your royal highness. Dan said, as he turned motioning at the guards to follow him, as they all left, leaving the two royalties behind. Michael brought out a small knife from, the pockets as he made his way to the unconscious, and trembling slave, who kept turning her head, muttering incomprehensible words, it was apparent on her face that she was reliving the same nightmare, she had gone through his hands. “I hated you, from the moment I saw you, seeing you in your wedding dress looking all happy and fulfilled to be heading to

“Pfft, look blood sucker, I don’t think you recognize me, which I take as an insult, but will let it slide, this time.” This time Zin looked confused and I explained, “Michael is a pop idol, though he mostly works oversea, he took a break to help me.” The vampire nodded, “I see, then my apologies. I tend to listen to more classic and refined music, though I am sure you do very well in your area of entertainment.” “Did you just insult me, or was that actually a compliment?” My giggling turned into full out laughter, Reggie was almost in a tight hug and Cash’s life was safe. At that moment, I was grateful.

I took a closer look at the people who liked this comment, and I immediately saw a very familiar profile picture in the list. It was Dustin. He had used his personal profile to like this comment under the viral video. I didn't sleep that night. When the night sky turned dusty gray, and a ray of sunshine finally cracked through the skies, I had finally thought everything through. The Rachel Summers who had dreamed of building a company that felt like home and treated everyone like family had been too naive and stupid.

"Michael..." "I could bend you over this marble counter right now," Michael continued softly, his thumb brushing against my lower lip while he detailed his explicit intentions. "I could ruin this expensive suit and make you scream my name so loudly the entire restaurant would hear exactly how much of a slut you are for me." The incredibly dirty words caused my knees to weaken significantly, and I shifted my hips forward subconsciously, chasing the friction and practically begging for the physical release I had been craving since the locker room.

“Sweetheart, please stop eating soil, it’s not good for the baby” alpha Damian of the Golden Mood pack said to his mate, Luna Kendra. She was four months pregnant and one of her cravings was soil, especially after it rained she would go out looking for it and eat it. “I know, but I can’t help it, your pup wants it.” She answered then pouted like a teenager.

“He knows how to type in the cheat codes of the Universe. He’s got it arranged. He gave those two people . . . what were their names . . . those people AIDS. He can do the same for me. Together we can do anything.” Michael bounded up to the screen door. Manic energy pumped through him from beyond, yet his body shook as if about to collapse. His hand gripped the door handle. Jon didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do, hoped it was all just a dumb game, but he knew it wasn’t. Michael’s parents were lazy dicks, but that shouldn’t be a capital crime. All he could think of was to say, “What about the limerick?” Michael stopped, thumb pressed on the door lock. “Limerick?”

Several seconds passed. "Tink remember." A sly grin crossed her face as she traced a line down Mike's thigh. "Mike much bigger than a goblin." "Oh, well, thank's Tink." "Not much of a biter, though." Tink stuck her hand into a crevasse, twisting her hands and pulling free a long trail of rocky sludge. It was almost a foot long, and Mike could hear stone scraping on stone as it slid free. Tink tossed the sludge over the edge of the fountain, and Mike heard the sounds of water rushing up from beneath the earth.