Spit Swapping Novels & Stories

' Spike took his place eagerly, shoving in without preamble. 'Swallow me, you needy cunt.' His words were crude, matching the nasty twist in my gut, half shame, half thrill. Kane smacked my ass again, harder, the crack echoing. 'You love it, don't you? Being passed around like the eager little cum-slut you are.' I did. God help me, I did.

The spire cracks—fissures spreading lightning-fast. Core exposed—pulsing vulnerable. I dive straight in. **Abyssal Canticle**—voice carrying through wards. Swarm screams—HP bars plummeting across HUD. *Ultimate: Swarm Debuff – ninety percent Resistance Down* Julian strikes the core—fangs sinking deep, draining the heart dry. Vampires tear it apart. Charges detonate. The spire explodes—black ichor raining, shockwave flattening lesser beasts. Nest dies—core imploding silent.

Feed it into the Telluric Web! ​Inside the Sky-Whale, I felt Silas jump. He didn’t ask questions. He slammed his shard-hand into the Box, and a surge of blue, infectious information flooded the network. ​I caught the blue “virus” and wove it into the gold-violet-turquoise braid of my resonance. I slammed the integrated pulse into the Gravity Spire.

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

So, I grabbed a vase from the bedside table and threw it at him, saying, "You watch your mouth! Hugo is a thousand times better than you. How dare you compare yourself to him? "The nerve of you to say that it'd be like nothing ever happened. Do you even believe your own words? Once a cheater, always a cheater. You would've crossed the line more and more. You would've only gotten even greedier! "You disgust me, Andrew. Just being in the same room as you makes my skin crawl. I'm ashamed to think that I was once in love with you!" Laughing harshly, Andrew started inching toward me, taking his clothes off as he did so.

Daniel, now pale and trembling, stammered, "I didn’t kill anyone! I had nothing to do with abusing the kid!" Claudia whipped her head around to glare at the terrified man. "What are you trying to say? That it was all me?" "Y-yes! Yes!" Daniel quickly blurted, turning to the officers. "See? She’s admitting it herself!" "Stay still!" Claudia’s face twisted with rage, never expecting Daniel to be so cowardly. She spat in Daniel’s face. "You spineless rat! Weren’t you the one who suggested switching the kids in the first place? You said Mia would inherit Sophie’s fortune and that we’d deal with Sophie once she was left with nothing!

He was clearly pleased with the audience’s reaction, his eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. But just at that moment, the giant screen behind him suddenly flickered. The slideshow of our photos vanished, replaced by a video of him and Lily fooling around in the lounge. The footage was fully censored, but the audio played loud and clear. His voice, dripping with arrogance and filth, echoed through the room. “I love how filthy you are. Always wearing skirts with nothing underneath. “Ria? She’s an idiot. So easy to fool. She actually believes you’re sweet and innocent. We didn’t get to swap the babies, but I’ll handle it. I’ll make her think your kid is her godson. That way, only our child

“Good. Take that useless ass of yours over to Kev. I want you to spar with him for a bit.” Justin chuckled. “Alright.” I took a deep breath. “Nick, swap with Tord!” Justin winced and shook his head. “I’m both sad and glad you’ve stopped stuttering when speaking to people.” Flashing him a smile, I kicked his butt and forced him to stumble forward. “Go! Before we are done sparring for the day and I decide on everyone’s punishment for this weak showing.”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.