Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

"My boys are very interested in how this works, you're their test dummy." "The boss will take care of you soon enough!" The man cackled as Summer pressed the button on the remote she was holding. Screaming the man started convulsing as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Panting he set his scornful eyes on Summer who was still smiling. "Going to talk yet?" She asked hovering her finger over the button. "Or was one time not enough for you?" The man clamped his mouth shut as his eyes flashed defiantely.

He pressed down, and the tip of the knife pricked my skin over the hollow below my throat. I flinched and gasped as the sting of pain instantly morphed into a desire that had me clenching my thighs to get some relief from the ache that throbbed with need between my legs. Keeping it throat, he leaned in and traced the tip of his tongue all the way up my jaw. “You like to bleed for me, don’t you, little mouse?” His warm breath against my ear made me shiver. “I like when you bleed for me. They say a person’s soul is in their blood. And when I see the crimson slowly trickle out of your body while your face paints the perfect picture of desire, I know that your soul is mine. And do you know how t

Her whole body jerked. Her thighs twitched, trying to close. He shoved them apart again. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarled. “You show me everything.” She tried to say something..maybe “fuck off,” maybe “please”…but then he leaned in and licked her from hole to clit in one long, flat stroke. And her soul left her body. She screamed. Loud. Raw. Desperate. His tongue dove in again, flicking, curling, dragging through her slit like he was starving. Like he was dying. Like the only thing that could keep him alive was her pussy on his tongue.

"One strike, and your whole body goes completely numb, and you are unable to move. The second strike makes you hard as a rock. I get you off in your sleep, and take just enough of your soul that nobody ever notices." "How does nobody notice a piece of their soul missing?" Mike asked. "Simple. It's that little part of you that remembers your childhood, or maybe that piece of you that cracked when your best friend drank his life away and put a shotgun in his mouth. Your soul is kind of like a spiritual memory-I can take away a day, and it eventually gets filled with something else." But if you take it all, I die?" Mike was in his bedroom, but he knew it wasn't his. It no longer felt right.

“Ughhhh!” I pulled back slow, tongue dragging over every vein, till just the head was in my mouth. Flicked the slit with my tongue, lapped up the fresh drip, then slammed back down, harder, faster. His hips jerked up to meet me. “Fuck…Evangeline…you are gonna suck my soul out.” I went full speed, deep, sloppy pulls, spit running down my chin, hand twisting at the base to match every suck. So much for caring if anybody would hear us a few minutes ago.

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

He resists their charm by not looking at any of them and not opening his door whenever he catches the scent of a succubus outside his room. He has managed to keep himself safe so far, but there is no knowing how much longer he can keep himself safe. One day, he will just wake up and not know who he is and feel empty and depressed. The only thing he will desire will be to have more and more sex with these demons. His soul will have gotten sucked out of him. The thought is scary. Anything, even death, is better than having that done to you, and Jack cannot wait to get out of the place at the nearest exit.

Unlike others, they wish for material things. The contract says that my wisher cannot harm me up until the deal is over, this one is different. The moment our lips were locked on each other, I felt my life force has been sucked out of me. She took all of the strength I had from my body and drained me up to the last drop of my life force almost killing me. I know that I have no soul and am just a spirit, but I could have been a goner if we continued to kiss.

With a loud cry, resulting from the burning determination to survive and the rage of being attacked that fueled an undying strength that consumed my soul, I flung him over and pounced on him hard with my bleeding fist. My face was grim as I tore him to pieces and my heart was painless. “This is how it fucking is!” I cried. I stuck my fingers into his dirty mouth and grabbed his tongue as he gagged and choked. Fool! I drew his tongue out, watching him scream and the blood fill the whole place until he was breathless, until I watched his soul disappear into the snowy day. That chilling feeling passed me again and chilled my soul. But one thing is certain, this is not the end of me…