Mouth Breathers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Exhausted, I leaned into his shoulder, resting my forehead against his collarbone, and his hands took it as an open invitation to grope my body, responding with their own brutal RSVP. My breath was heavy as I panted in fear, which he confused for arousal, and the stranger allowed me to nuzzle into his neck in an intimate fashion. With my face turned to him, the stench that covered his skin assaulted my senses. An odd, musky smell of mold permeated my nostrils in the most nauseating way. It was a scent I'd never forget if I made it out of this alive. My will to survive forced my lips to the vein throbbing in his neck. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to control my gag reflex as I

I tried to pull away, but the stranger had a tight grip on the back of my neck – and despite my instincts, I really didn't want to bite him. Another wave of electric shocks came and attacked me from every approachable angle. I groaned around the stranger, while simultaneously pounding the air and avoiding him. I wasn't as scared as I should have been. Maybe it's because he's copulating with my mouth in a slow, non-violent way. Yes, the stranger made it clear he wouldn't let me turn away, but he was far from being rude. The flow of electricity stopped and I let my hips drop to the table. I struggled to breathe evenly with the stranger's penis in my mouth. In the quiet stillness, I hear a soft

She listened, ever so carefully, to the breaking of twigs and the deep inhalations of the animal before a horrendous sound seemed to fill the night air. Cracking, breaking, tearing, and then a man panting heavily at the end of it. Dominica brought her fist to her mouth and bit down hard to stop herself from crying out in panic. It was one thing to be trapped in a town of beasts, and it was another thing to be subjected to their change. “Come here, girly,” a stranger’s voice whispered. “Come here girly girly girly. I can smell you. Mmm, I can smell you alright. You smell like Alpha. You smell like a very strong Alpha.”

He lay flat on his back where the stranger had left him, his legs still trembling from the dual assault of the man's fingers and mouth, his thighs slick with the cooling, wet remainder of their shared undoing. Beside him, the mattress groaned. The stranger hadn't stood up to dress yet. He remained hovering in the dark, his broad, hot chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged intervals against Elias’s shoulder. The scent of raw cedar, river rain, and rich, unlit tobacco was thick on his skin—a signature so distinct it felt like an explicit clue, a corporate cipher waiting to be decoded. Elias turned his head slightly, his swollen lips parting against the damp silk. "You said it was time."

“Please… let me suck you. I want to taste you.” Elias pulled out and moved in front of me. I took him into my mouth immediately, sucking him eagerly while the stranger watched from behind. Elias tangled his fingers in my hair and started fucking my mouth. “That’s it. Good girl.” The stranger took advantage of the moment. He stepped forward silently and pushed his cock back inside me from behind while Elias used my mouth. I moaned loudly around Elias’s cock. The feeling of being filled from both ends at the same time made my head spin.

SSHS 159 “What do you mean? It actually smells nice. Like strawberries.” Excami said as she was confused as to why Albert was scrunching and pinching his nose. “I smell jackfruit.” Hestia said, though she was also puzzled by the situation. It is unusual already for her to smell jackfruit at their location, but it was also unusual that Excami was smelling something else and Albert was grossed out by it. Then something clicked in her mind. She sniffed the air again and began walking to the direction she thought the source of the smell was coming from. “Hestia, where are you going?” Excami asked. Albert cannot talk since he was so grossed out by the smell that he cannot even move at all.

I say and Wesley laughs. “Ghost assassin, good one.” He continued laughing and I join him. The sudden opening of the door grabs both of us attention. Maybe it’s mom. Before the person enters, I smell a familiar perfume. I could smell from a mile away. It belongs to Sterling. He enters tentatively and closes the door. “Hi.” He says while standing awkwardly near the door. Is he for real right now? It’s because of him Wesley and I almost died! I turn my head away from him.

I was murmuring in a frustrated tone, “Damn! How long will it continue! Why am I not waking up?” The stranger’s face became brighter, hearing my curses as if he was enjoying my miserable state. He suddenly leaned very close to my face. So close that, I could smell the foul smell of his cheap booze. He whispered like a crazy retard, “Damn bitch! I would love to bite every inch of your body. What a pity! I have to sell you.” Suddenly, he buried his face in the nape of my neck and started licking as if he was tasting some flavoured ice cream. While licking, he groaned in a breathy voice, “Shit! I should taste you once at least before selling.”

Hell, the scent. Brian inhaled with his mouth, gulping in the air, filling his burning lungs with the fragrance. He felt it all the way to his stomach, the essence of the stranger permeating his whole being, urging him to move faster, f*ck harder, delve deeper until he rutted against the open body in his arms like an animal, his long c*ck driving deep into the smaller man’s guts. They couldn’t speak anymore. Only sharp gasps of ecstasy tore out of their throats on every hard thrust.

I was hearing odd chants around my axis now and soon I got a peek at the people that were making the chants. They looked like elder werewolves as I saw grey hairs but then they were all clothed in black— from head to toe. I thought that was strange until I paid attention to the contents of their chant. “The Tenth hour is almost upon us.” “Make way for the light that comes with just cause.” “And prepare her vessel who lingers among us.” They were chanting these lines repeatedly and soon, Stranger Things happened. With their chants, the wind seemed to be calming down, and seconds later, I could see the strange group properly.