Novel Gel Novels & Stories

Then, she reached into a jar and pulled out a lump of something dark, oily, and pungent. "Here," she said, thrusting the black mass into my hand. "This is degotnoye milo. Tar soap. It smells like a forest fire, but it heals the skin and kills the lice that jump on foreigners. And here…" she handed me a plastic bottle with a peeling label, the liquid inside a neon, radioactive green. "Shower gel. Smells like Spring Meadow, if the meadow was next to a chemical plant." I stared at the black lump in my palm. It smelled like burnt rubber and ancient pine. I made a mental note: Do not, under any circumstances, let this touch my hair.

"Of course," I open the tube and squeeze the gel onto my fingers. My hand trembles just slightly as I reach between us and press it gently to his scar. He doesn't flinch but I feel a twitch in his thigh and the shallow breath he draws in. It's not from pain... at least it shouldn't be. The gel is non-irritating and shouldn't sting or hurt. It's designed to be soothing and gentle on the skin. "Does it hurt?" I ask but my voice is quieter and a bit kinder than I intended.

he told her, and she quickly moved the bowl aside and stood up. “What now?” he asked her, causing her to frown. Sandra looked at the assortment of toys and decided not to use them, unsure how, or if, they could be used on a man. Instead, she took the bottle of warming gel. Eatable warming gel, the label read giving her a wild, wicked idea. She crawled up on the bed between his spread legs and gently dripped the gel across his softened penis. Placing it in her hands, she began to massage him firmly and he quickly hardened in her grip. Sandra was amazed that he could appear so small when he wasn’t excited and so large when he was.

And mine to fuck. A smirk crossed my lips at my thoughts. I squeezed some of the gel on her pussy, and then massaged it so the gel could soak her core. Glancing into Raina’s eyes, I said, “Just so you know, I’m only trying this gel because you bought it for us to use… I prefer your natural scent and taste… You taste so delicious, Sweet Pea. No amount of additional flavours can ever beat that. Now, let me devour your chocolate-flavoured pussy…”

When she reached the final page, her fingers froze. It was a photo taken at the end of the second-floor corridor. The lens was aimed at a charred doorframe, and in the ashes below lay a small, glittering object. An empty ampoule. It hadn't shattered in the heat; the glass still caught the light. Around the rim was a residue of a dark blue, gel-like substance. Avery’s breath stopped. She had seen a description of this blue gel in Julian’s latest medication report—it was a stabilizer used in genetic pressurization. It was incredibly rare; even top-tier laboratories today hadn't fully integrated its use. Why was this in the fire seven years ago?

If this were a fake one, was this just stopping him from improving, or was the effect worse, like lowering his aura? Oh, Goddess, I hope it was not killing his wolf. “I shouldn’t have laughed, right?” Paris’s question brought me back to the present. “Send me a picture.” “One moment,” I replied, trying my best not to croak. With trembling hands, I took a pic of the cream inside and the cap of the container and sent it to her. It felt like forever before I heard something from the other line. “No. Nope. This is not Salvaben, not even the lowest intensity. The container and the cap are, but not the cream. It’s a gel— a regular gel. It could be petroleum jelly or a lubricant. There’s not even a

She paused, highlighting, "marital aid.” Kenzie laughed and declared, “Well, maybe it's too soon to use this, but I was restocking our supply and I thought, this would just be a perfect gift for you guys!” Kenzie picked out some products from the bag and at the sight of the gifts, Scarlett’s face paled, and her throat dried up. Kenzie labeled, “These are various flavors of edible arousal gel.” Scarlett, “...” Holding one up, Kenzie suggested, “Strawberry is my favorite.” She shrugged and added, “Kate said, she prefers bubble gum, but Andrew always liked banana.”

She’d been dying, one system at a time, and forcing her hands to work. “It’s not ingested,” Dr. Vale said. She leaned forward, just an inch. “It’s a gel. It has to be injected. Deep. Into muscle.” The air left the room. Injected. Meaning hands on her. A needle. A struggle. In my house. My fingers curled into my palms, nails biting skin. “Who has access to something like this?” I asked. Dr. Vale didn’t blink. “It’s old. Specialty product. Not something you find on a street corner.” She paused, letting the silence thicken. “It’s from a specific… ecosystem. The kind that deals in people. And the quiet disposal of problems.”