Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

"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

The sharp jolt of current that springs through my veins, sends a terrifying wave of electricity all over me as my body stiffens and shivers and stiffens. “Oo—-hhhh—-“ I expel air with my mouth wide open. The glass is almost being smashed in my tight grip. I dump it and grab the edge of my seat beneath the table. “Brittany?” She leans in. “Talk to me, do we need to call the doctor?” All the fucking while, he has a feral smirk on his nasty lips, and he munches, silently. With his other finger slipped into his pocket where he controls my entire soul.

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.

I gasp. "It will burn a lot more very soon" The old man's breath smells like rotten meat as he pinches my chin between with his sharp fingernails. "We are going to suck out your soul and feed it to my child so that he can grow up to be big and strong." "I am not a juice box." I snap, "You can't drink me." He laughs as if I've said something funny. I'm serious. He's talking about me like I'm lunch for his baby.

"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.

She sucks as if her life depends on it, swallowing around my cock as I empty into her mouth. She keeps sucking even when I'm done coming. Her tongue wrap around my cock, pulling on the skin. It's too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure. Gasping, I pull out, my thighs hitting the front of the bedside table as I fight to bring air into my lungs. That wasn't just oral sex. It was a fucking soul sucking ritual. God, I can't even rely on my legs anymore. The fucking things have given up on me. I open my eyes to find Celestine smirking at me, her tongue slipping out and catching the cum on the side of her mouth.

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.