Stanky Leg の小説・ストーリー

The same smile that Eric had while I pinned him to the wall before breaking his legs. I surveyed the lot of them, most were giving off the same pungent smell that he had, while the others bore their human scents. Defiled? But something like this doesn't happen over night and with this high an odor, it's been festering for awhile. Defilement was like poison. Almost the equivalent of turning a human but starving it of blood.

The water was cold, the soap was harsh, and the clatter of plates and pots filled the air, a dull, repetitive sound. I reached for a greasy pot, my hands aching, my fingers stiff, still trembling. The smell of stale food and dishwater filled my nose, mixing with the lingering scent of blood and shame, a sickening combination. Every time I moved, a fresh wave of pain shot through my body. My arms felt heavy, my back ached, and the wound between my legs throbbed relentlessly.

We were almost there, and I knew that we needed to be ready for whatever we might face. As we neared the location of the rogues, an unpleasant stench began to permeate my nostrils. It was a smell that I had never encountered before, a mixture of sweat, blood, and something rotten. The odor was overpowering and seemed to stick to the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

There is no wind, only heat and silence broken by the occasional crackle of burning wood. The smell is unbearable. It’s the thick, coppery stench of blood mixed with the sweet, sickly odor of rotting flesh. It coats my tongue when I breathe, makes my stomach twist and threaten to revolt. Beneath my boots, the ground is soaked. Red. Sticky. And still warm. I lift my gaze to the right and feel bile rise in my throat.

This was the only solution and selling my body appeared to be the most thrilling idea at the time. He carelessly parted my thighs with his palms and licked his lips at the sight of my glistening pussy, inviting him to unbelievable pleasures. As he adjusted himself between my legs, his forearms stretched and rested at both sides of my head in a plank position. In this tight hold, I could smell the bio under his armpits - the moist hair looked long enough to braid. This, combined with the stench of cigars from his discoloured lips, contributed to the putrid stench in the room. I planned to open the windows wide for fresh air once we were done, because this fucker had no sense of hygiene.

Nikolai Hours ago... My fingers fiddle with the photo in my palm as the door to the dungeon slides open. While there is barely any light, my vision sees just fine. Deep in the rotten stench of the ground is Adams. To see him wallow in depression, his skin dried to the bone, his hair clinging to his skin like mud, dirtied, his pheromones mixed with the nauseating smell of filth and vomit, makes every muscle under my skin excited.

He would sleep in the study or the guest room as if the smell of garlic could kill him. Stella looked at Keegan's frown and suddenly thought of doing something naughty. "Does it stink?" She deliberately said to intensify the garlicky aroma. "I don't smell anything." Keegan's face turned green in an instant. "It must be you. I grew up drinking high-quality mineral water, so it couldn't be me," Stella teased. Keegan gave himself a sniff and proceeded to sniff Stella. "It's you who stinks," he said with certainty. Stella pretended to be angry and said, "Do you not like me anymore?"

The jagged chunk of missing flesh on his calf tells me why he most likely killed himself. The second we open the door, the smell hits us, as if we had just stepped into a landfill in the middle of a Texas July. It's overwhelming and all encompassing, suffocating and choking us. I can practically taste it in the back of my throat, and it forces me to gag harshly. Bending over with my hands on my knees, I force myself to take slow, deep breaths through the mouth instead of the nose. We need to search this room for any supplies, but I can't get past my sensitive gag reflex.

Stan was speechless. "Fuck off. Don't you know how badly chicken blood stinks?! I was going to be sick!"

Helena The place stinks, and for the first time, I admit to a smell worse than Sera's. It isn't like hers, the kind that just makes you wrinkle your nose as you move past. This one settles with the stench of rot, rust and damp earth. It clings your lungs even when you try not to breathe it in, the taste lingering on your tongue every time you exhale. I run my hand through my disheveled hair as I let out a gag-like breath. With my chest tightening from the smell settling on my tastebuds, I pace back and forth through the empty alley in quick, irritated steps.