Saint Slugcat Novels & Stories

' I whispered, and he pulled out of me entirely. 'Not good enough, little wolf. Say it like it is, tell me you want me to fuck you with my huge cock. Or I am going to edge you for the next few hours. I will leave you so frustrated that you will let my dirtiest, evil Demon fuck you for relief.' A creature detached itself from the shadows and slid its way toward us, leaving a trail of disgusting slime. It looked like a huge slug, with a wide, gaping, toothless mouth, stubby arms that were clasped around a big, erect cock that it was rubbing enthusiastically.

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

“How many legs do slugs have? Why are slugs homeless? Are they leaving the snot trail because they actually hid their houses and it’s the only way to find a way back home? How many miles per hour is the maximum speed for slugs? Oh, I never thought they are that slow, but if they’re so slow, how come my friends told me they’re fast? When I grow up, can I have a slug? Can I have three? What about two? Two or no deal, mommy, I need my slugs. Pops said I will have a slug in my pants when I grow up. Why must the slug spit in other’ faces?” I sucked in a deep breath while Lucius looked at me like I had grown another head. “But honestly, at this point even I’m curious. Why did Titus tell Magnus tha

And usually the bigger the n, the bigger the dick it’s attached too. My next fuckbuddy needs to be someone who is a mix between Basil and Blaze, someone not so emotionally cold, but also not so sensitive, someone who shows me attention, but also gives me room to breathe, someone without an Alpha complex, but also not Omega syndrome. Someone like yummy Slade Ironclaw. I really should just start collecting those cats now.

Elijah The sharp stench of rogues slams into my nostrils, vile and unmistakable. The putrid mix of rotting flesh, decay, and blood churns my stomach, threatening to make me gag. Even from miles away, I know exactly what it means. They don’t belong here. I grit my teeth and inhale deeply, forcing myself to focus despite the nausea rolling through me. “Rogues,” I mutter under my breath. “Of all the times.”

“So tell me about that slug that you decided to poke with a stick. Did you happen to get a sample of the slime?” “It was a giant slug. The slime came out of the front end, not the back end, and there is a sample of it in a jar in my refrigerator. Other than that, I don’t know what to tell you. I spent my day off trying to get all the goo out of my car. You don’t even want to know what it smelled like before I cleaned it. Anything else you need to know?” Max asked.

[ IN WHICH HE SIGHS IN RELIEF ] SIN’S P.O.V — I look down. Vomit. “That’s the parasite!” Greed screams from somewhere behind me. That is when I notice something moving in my lap. This thing in my lap is green amidst her dark, red vomit— she had coughed up some of Rome's blood. But that is the least of my concerns. I am more concerned why this strange green thing has been coughed up along with the blood. This greenish organism is in the shape of a slug; something I have never seen before. The tiny creature wiggles its body repeatedly in the space of my thighs, scurrying around as it looks for another host to feed on and poison.