Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

Ding-Ding Nino takes out his phone nervously and cautiously after hearing the notice. However, all the expectations fade with just one single peek. Well, it is not surprising at all that it’s another rejection from the interview. He throws himself into the bed leaving the poor phone nowhere to be found in the mess, though it seems that he should be the poor one actually. Life sucks. Nino doesn't even remember how many times he has cursed his life ever since he started to find a job as he will graduate from college in months. The insecurity and anxiety are killing him, though all his classmates probably are experiencing the same.

His fingers curl into fists on the desk, and when he speaks, his voice is completely measured. “I will claw him out of whatever hole he has buried himself in. Then, I will just…take my time. Break a finger or two first, maybe an arm, just to hear him beg for a while. I’ll leave him like that, limbs hanging on, pain increasing, infection setting in. Slowly chipping away pieces of him. He will suffer through it, none of it will be quick. After all that, I'm going to peel the flesh from his body, until it all finally gives out and whatever pathetic excuse for a soul he has, slithers off to the depths of the pit it was birthed from”

“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.

He raised his sickle, and the indigo-black silk began to Engulf the Room. It wasn't a physical attack; it was a Spiritual Leeching. The "Shroud" was playing back the "Extraction of the First Luna," but it was channeling the drain directly into my soul. I felt my "Too Much" energy being pulled from my marrow by a million invisible needles, my fire being "Siphoned" into the sarcophagus to power the very machine that was trying to kill me. "You are not a rebel, Darlene," the Shroud-Lord stated, his static-eyes fixing on mine. "You are just the Latest Refill".

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.

LUCY Looking at the machete on the man's head, I first moved it around, and then I pulled pretty hard. "Marco Marquez, you have been removed from my list," I murmured to his lifeless body. "You were a shitty man." I felt disgusted as I stared at him. I held my machete close to my face. It's been years since I last drank human blood, and during that time, I had to force it down. I ran my tongue along the edge of the blade and licked any dripping blood that was on it from Marco.

All I knew was that it was so intense it felt like my soul left my body. I could barely keep myself upright as the glass was so slippy. Xavier took hold of my hips to help support me as he cleaned up my juices before he began sucking the soul from my body once more as he tormented my over sensitive clit. “Nhhhhhhhaaaaaa Fuck Xavier!” I couldn’t stop my earth-shattering screams as my whole body shuddered once more. How did he keep making my body sing like this, when once more I felt the exhaustion flow through me?

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.