Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

“Take every fucking drop. That’s my good little cumslut—drinking Daddy’s load while I’m trying not to crash the goddamn car.” He kept coming, pulse after pulse, more than I expected. Some of it spilled from the corners of my stretched lips, mixing with my spit and running down his shaft in creamy white streaks. I sucked harder, determined to get every last bit, my throat working around him as he emptied himself completely.

The man who seemed to be loosing control pulled my hair tighter. “Fuuckk. Preppy wanna suck my soul off,” He said, throwing his head back. I can hear the bewilderment in his voice. The desire is evident in his voice, and I want to keep it that way. So I squeeze his dick in my hand, jerking him and then pulling it in my mouth that’s all full of saliva now, making the sounds sloppy. His abs coil and contract. A grunt falls from his lips. His veins pulse and throb in my mouth.

I trembled. “No... please—” I begged, tears burning my eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered — and then I felt it. His mouth brushed my skin — and before I could scream, his teeth sank into the side of my neck, sharp and piercing. White-hot pain exploded through me. I gasped — the sound ripped from my throat as fire burned through every nerve ending. My knees buckled, but his arms held me up, his body trembling as he drank from me — not blood, no — but something deeper, something... *soul-shattering.*

"I've been through soul extraction before—I know how painful it is. I'll tell you everything I know!" Soul extraction did not just pull out specific memories—it tore through every piece of information in a person's mind before sorting it out. If Felix only needed to confirm certain truths, a confession would make things a lot easier.

I ran my tongue along the edge of the blade and licked any dripping blood that was on it from Marco. "Even if you are a jerk, you taste good." I took a look at him. I don't miss being human because people are so fragile. I mean, look at this guy. He's lying there lifeless. His head is chopped off into several pieces, and his body is turned into something that will make your turn stomach upside down. I feel that I trashed all means of his identification. It doesn't look like he has any tattoos, so I am done. I don't participate in any activities done in this modern world. I feel like a ghost, going through the motions of remembering what I once was. I do have a cellphone, but I use it sparing

Admiral Baylanche's eminent weapon powered all the way up and began to extract her soul; sucking it out like a liquid into a syringe and with Molly just floating there screaming and crying on. She had her arms stretched out and her hair was waving about. Her soul started to leave her; white but glittery just as Vera said, like small little diamonds sparkling in the sun.

But I keep on sucking. To keep from crying out any louder, you put your fist in your mouth and scream into it. Your thighs quivered and shake and you gasped for breath. Crying out to me now: "SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!! YOU HAVE TO SUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME BABY!!. SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!!! OHHH GOD BABY!! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER DAM IT!! OHHH YES!!! LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT!! AHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. YESSSSSSSSSS. JESUS!! THAT'S IT!! OH GOD YES!! THAT"S IT!! YESSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I said in between my heavy breathing. “I am, I am thristy for you, your soul" he said as he sucked the bitten area, it pained but the pain was making me wet. He tucked his finger in my bra from the side and I could feel his finger touch the lower outline of my breast. He continued his kisses or should I say biting, all over my neck reaching towards my collarbone. “My soul?" I asked and he looked at my eyes again, his eyes were capturing me in his cage.

I breathed, the name a prayer and a plea. He answered with a long, slow, languorous lick from bottom to top, a stroke so complete and devastating it felt like he was tasting my very soul. And then… then he started sucking. He took the heart of me into his mouth, his tongue flicking and pressing while he created a rhythm so intoxicating, I thought I might shatter apart entirely. And then... then he started sucking. He took the heart of me into his mouth, his tongue flicking and pressing against my clit, creating a gentle, relentless vacuum. He was drinking me in, taking both my cum and my sanity, and building me relentlessly toward another impossible orgasm.

Filling me where I’ve always been empty, using my own slippery wetness as guidance. Crying out, my nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, and he groans a long toe-curling groan before moving against me once more, his body rocking me past the shock. I try to let go of him, but there’s this tugging on my neck. A hard persistent tugging that’s making me feel like he’s trying to suck my soul through my flesh. It is so distracting that I start to push at his shoulders to get him to stop whatever it is he’s doing.