Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

"It'll be like holding them prisoner. Their soul will yearn for freedom which can lead to an early death. The soul can seek an escape if it gets too choked up, and they'll just die." My throat suddenly dried up from his words. This was a lot to take in. At least I knew he was a different breed and wouldn't trap anyone with him. "I see. That's terrible." I glanced at the hot chocolate and got on all fours to crawl there and take a sip. "Want some?" I asked, setting my drink down, then reaching for a bottle of water. “No,” he sighed with no life in his voice. Was it weird that I found it funnier than I pitied him?

He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her bitten lip. "I know," he said, the honesty in his voice more terrifying than his rage. "I can feel you fading. And I hate myself for it. But Ivy... if I stop, I disappear. If I let go of the vacuum, there is no Dante Moretti. There is just a hollow suit and a dead name. I am a cannibal of the soul because you are the only soul worth having." He stood up, his movements slow and pained, and helped her up. He didn't look at the woman in the habit. He looked at the SUV.

It was just as clear as the scent of tobacco on his breath. I forced him to look at me. Forced him still as I summoned out the purest energy from him, his soul. As the gray substance swirled around in the air, I could see all that he was. A pervert. A monster. A destroyer of hope and happiness. A being of minimal talent and power. He was pathetic. I sucked his soul down, letting it fill me until it was completely gone. What a shame. It didn’t give me the feeling I thought it would.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

I breathed through my nose and held him there, feeling him pulse against my throat, feeling the way his whole body trembled above me. I pulled back slowly, my tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft, and then I pushed forward again, taking him deep, sucking hard. I found a rhythm, my hand wrapped around the base of him where my mouth could not reach, my tongue doing things that made him moan and curse and shake. I sucked him like I was trying to draw something out of him, like I was trying to pull his soul up through his cock and swallow it down.

Something in my voice must have shifted, because his expression flickered. “I took them.” My breath caught. “I took their souls,” he continued, his voice steady now, like he was explaining something simple. The world tilted. “You’re lying,” I whispered, but it came out weak. “I’ve been doing it for years,” he went on, ignoring me completely. “Taking human souls. Absorbing them. Growing stronger.” My stomach churned. “I saw your mother… your sister…” His lips curled slightly. “They were easy.” Something snapped inside my chest.

I moaned. He began to suck on me, a deep, rhythmic pull that felt like it was drawing the very soul out of my body. I could hear the wetness, the way my body was responding to him. I was leaking and I knew it, my heat pouring out of me, and he was drinking all of it. “Ahhhh! Dom… please! More… please… faster! Ohh, yeah… ohhh, yess… ohhh…”

“What’s to stop me?” “Just the fact that where he is,” Orion says, leaning towards me and looking at me like he’s not sure I have fully regained my senses, “is filled with souls desperate for a taste of your life and who will suck you dry within minutes.” “Yes, but now I know that,” I say quite peacefully, conjuring a cup of coffee out of the air and tapping my freshly manicured nails across the china before taking a sip. “And now I have you to help. So? Problem solved.”

Little did he know that the fear was what I needed to carry on. "Sorry buddy, but I'm hungry and I must feed." I spun loosely before sinking my fangs into his neck. His voice rang in the air till I drank out the living soul from his body and dumped him inside the garbage dump.

I froze in shock as he sucked out their souls from them and let them in through a dark portal he had created. "Damon!" I screamed and just as he was done sucking on the souls, he saw me standing there. He blanched.