Orochimaru Voice Novels & Stories

The movement traveled to my pussy, allowing some of my arousal to escape, trickling down my thigh. Mahk pinched my nipple tighter, making me moan. “Some joy, you say, princess? Duma, drink from her cunt. Show her how an orc loves a woman.” Duma ran his nose along my stomach, inhaling deeply. “She’s dripping. You’re a filthy orc whore, are you, sweetheart?”

It's not a suggestion. It's a command. ** DOG The little omega looks at me with a look of longing mixed with apprehension. Her name is Orchid. Corporal Jessica Orchid. But the animal voice in my head keeps calling her little omega. My little omega. Claim her, growls that inner voice. Fuck her. Tag it with your seed.

(Custom phrases up to 5 words included FREE of charge) CHA-CHING. My phone chimes with the most beautiful, melodic sound in the universe. [SYSTEM: User 'God of the Sea - Philo' has transferred 10 Academy Points to your account.] My eyes light up. I hold down the voice memo button, adjusting my vocal cords with lethal, assassin-level precision. "Hello, Senpai!" I coo, my tone sickeningly sweet and high-pitched. Without pausing, I drop an octave into a sultry, smoky purr. "Payment received, handsome."

A sinister smile crossed my lips at the sound. “If you ever touch me again, Shinobu, it won’t just be your wrist I break. I will put you in a full-body cast. Nothing gives you the right to touch me. Only I decide who gets that privilege. And you ever say the words ‘wedding’ or ‘marriage’ or anything in that line of thought in my presence, I will cut your cock off and shove it down your throat before slicing your throat open to pull the tiny pathetic thing back out.” my voice was eerily calm and detached. It was the voice I used when I was on an assignment. It was my Kitsune voice.

Someone is using it to communicate with you. ‘Who?’ The spider turns around as it climbs off the corpse of the half eaten troll. ‘Hi…’ it says in a cheerful voice. ‘Would you mind telling me how you got your curse broken?’ My skin breaks out in goosebumps as all the hairs on my arms and neck stand. ‘Is that who I think it is.’ ‘Yes. That is the curse caster, Noroya.’ It mimics a smile that is the complete opposite of everything I am feeling now. I want to run away.

He screamed in pain, clutching his nuts as he dropped to his knees. I roughly grabbed his hair immediately. “Maybe you do not take orders from women, but I am not just any woman, you dimwit. I am Riena Kurobane, daughter of Oyabun Takeshi Kurobane; the Black Raven of Osaka! And the next time you speak to me in such a disrespectful tone, I won't just break your nuts, I will have them to go. Do you understand that?” “Yes, I… I understand,” he replied in panic, his eyes filled with fear.

Ask him to fill you up with our fat cocks. “Sho?” Ayame still uses the name that Sokin introduced himself as. I know it’s her real voice, in the real world, but where I am sliding the tip of my rod as well as his over her slick entrance, it’s a prayer. Making Sokin push in, losing his mind, his control, his full self in her delicious body. “Hiro....” This time her outer voice sounds as much like a whine as her inner voice, and it’s enough to have me snapping out of whatever the fuck that was, with cars crashing on the screen in front of us.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

(Ha— Omai da… Ha— ii otoko no younimieru…) (Hah— You… Hah— look like a good guy…) “…!” This language… it’s from the eastern region…! “傷口は… 私に任せて…!” (Kizuguchi wa… watashi ni makasete…!) (Your wounds… leave it to me…!) “でわ— お願いします— ここでは死ねない— 今日は— ダメだ…!”

CHAPTER 3: THE RELIC BENEATH GLASS Scene 7: Discovery from the Deep Orochi smiled from the wall of water. “At last,” he said. “My queen.” I stepped between him and Ayame. The water distorted my reflection across his black armour. His red eyes followed me, calm and bright, as if centuries had passed without costing him a breath. “You are dead,” I said. His smile widened. “You said that before.” The room grew colder.