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.

He looked at his finger and blew on it. Asylum upon hearing Thanatos reply took action and launched himself at the man before him, he sent a punch but Thanatos dodged it without even shifting his attention from his finger. This behavior, infuriated Asylum who began unleashing barrages of high speed punches and kicks combinations however, all of them were dodged effortlessly by the man who was still watching his hand. “I should tell you this, assume your hydra form Yamada no orochi, or you'll die if you don't leave this moment.”

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.”

“I know! But if he’s with an orange bird named Hi-kun, then he should be the real one and not fake. We know how it is in black market. Anything can happen and anyone can be anyone.” “He’s right. Mercenaries can be anyone. Ever seen mercenaries in the north area?” Harris whistled. “Even a woman can be a man. Save for the voice.” “The voice! The sound! The bird?!” Darrion pushed. “How do you imitate a bird, Darrion? What do you want me to do? Squawk?” Jai was the one annoyed now. “Well—how does it sound to you? Like a cute chirp, or a heavy growl, or like, like, the Waamutori? A heavy draw? What, what?!”

“Who is this?” A contorted voice sounded through, low, slow and chilling. “Greetings from the Oracles.” My chest constricted and eyes darted to the shadows of my penthouse, as if they were there now, watching. I jammed the phone into my pocket, clenching my jaw, fear and anger fighting for dominance. The phone buzzed again and I answered it again; the call seemed urgent, so I mustered the courage. “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice sharp.

His voice sounded like someone gargling - faint and childlike. The atmosphere became tense. Yama was angry while out there; the thud of blows from Magmar's attack continued to rumble, and the rumble of Thunder was getting closer. However, everyone remained focused on their duty to serve Yama, even though he looked like the face of an angry pig.

(Major Orel) “No..he did not!….I don’t understand him…he speak, Alemia language…and I am an Orc…I barely can make a head or tail out of him…”.(Commander Barika) “.…..You know that we all…speaks the same language right?…..anyway…area already secured….should we move on or wait?..”.(Major Orel)

Orlan has the aure of that of the water god, and he's currently holding a sweeping brush, which is also different from the trident that the water god holds. "If you don't blink your eyes, then you might end up being rushed to the hospital." The voice of Orlan startled me. I closed my mouth because it had been slightly open, and then I quickly turned around. "It's amazing to see you drool because of my sexy body." He teases. "I didn't drool on you okay. So stop seeing things that never occurred." I rolled my eyes. "Breakfast is ready by the way," I added. "Is it ramen?"

(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…!”