Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

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…

He knew what he was doing and what not to do, but he could not stop himself. "Soul extraction?" Cameron echoed. It was a new term to him. He tilted his head with a frown as he thought about it. Then he nodded. "I think that's the exact term to describe it." Although it sounded outrageous, there was no better way to coin it. He would not believe it if he did not experience it himself. However, it felt like his soul got pulled out of his body, making him an empty shell that would be at Rhea's mercy.

A small moan comes out of my mouth, my eyes shutting on their own accord behind the mask. “Look at me.” he orders quietly. I feel the vibration of his words, and my eyes flutter shut on their own again, only this time, I feel a sharp pinch on my left butt cheek, my eyes fly open to find the culprit staring at me with dark eyes, “I said look at me while I suck your soul from here. Have I made myself clear?” My head nods automatically as my tongue struggles to unstick itself from the roof of my mouth. Another sharp pinch comes again. This time my moan is loud, and mixed with words.

“Beg.” The single word comes out as a hiss, the pitless abyss inside of me already whirring to life as my lips draw near that of the boy beneath me. Just the tiniest partition of his lips and the tendrils of his soul will slither from that sultry mouth of his to my own, feeding my insatiable hunger to consume every soul the earth has to offer. Every fiber of my being vibrates in anticipation, knowing I will take my fill of the young tonight.

The way she is riding my face, tells me I am doing amazing. Finally, having cleaned every inch of her pussy, I lap around her clit with my tongue before latching hard onto her clit and sucking. This sets her off, once more. She pulses and throbs between my lips as I suck everything out of her. I want her to realize she doesn't need anything but us. I want her to know that we are her and May's endgame. I know the message is getting through as she lays back, falling into May's arms as May rides my hair covered pelvis. I keep sucking, fully intending to suck the soul from her. It's not long before May is whining, "I want my soul sucked out too."

he said and helped her stand up. "Huh?" He seemed even more confused even after explaining it. "Soul suckers are soul thieves. They steal the souls we pick up. It's another job for us to catch them and kill them but most soul reapers like me, don't care about them as long as it's not the souls we pick up what they're stealing. And I'm sure, he won't bother you after tonight. Unless, he wants to mess with me.”

Uff her lips are so perfect to stay and we continue our kissing. I am kissing my soul. You are my soul Ira.....

I couldn’t help the whimper emitting from my throat, but still, I refused to let go. Finally, I had enough of this wolf and planted my feet firmly on the ground. This Soulless is the enemy, and it was time to end him. Focusing all my strength on this last move, I clamp my jaw down harder onto his and feel the bone break. With his jaw more malleable in my grip, I use his distracted form to flip him onto his side as I watch his eyes fill with pain. One paw holding his head down, I release my hold on his jaw and turn to grab his throat. With a loud tearing sound, the Soulless’ throat is ripped out, and I turn my head away as I start gagging. My body is hunched over as I open my muzzle and begin

“The attraction. The pull. The need to have me inside you… What you feel is magnified at my end. You have no idea how badly I want to take you. So fucking bad I’m going mad being this close to you.” The air crackled around us, turning my breath into shallow pants. I bite my trembling lip. The courage boosted by my anger melted, forming a desire that needed to be quenched by this man. Chills wreathed from the tips of my hair to my toes, realizing he voiced out what I truly wanted. “You…” his eyes softened as he held my face with one hand, hooking his thumb under my chin, keeping our eyes locked as he said. “Your soul is bound to mine.”

spirit, soul, body, if one is taken the others fail to function as should be, his spirit needed a soul, in order for him to live on" I shuffled in my seat, I get uncomfortable with these sort of things. "So in order to sustain himself, he needed a soul, of course he couldn't just get a soul, no instead he had to drink blood to sustain him, staring first into the eyes of his victim, to take a glimpse of their soul, which he yearned to have and then take a piece of it, nothing large, but enough to sustain him for his next kill.