Sukuna Drip Novels & Stories

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

ELIRA Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound is slow and steady, bleeding gently into my subconscious, but somehow still bearing enough power to make me wonder where its coming from. Slowly, I peel my eyes open, hating myself the moment bright lights steal through them and sends a searing pain straight through my brain. Where the hell am I?

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. ☠️ SORA ☠️ When others are drinking water, black coffee, bitter lemon, or soju… I take Coke. Why? Because life can be so bitter, especially mine. I jerk as A-jun pins me down; he is on top of me, and I’m pressed underneath him, fighting for my life. His hands find my neck, and he presses it to the pillow, choking me.

“Alpha...it...Luna...not fine...stabbed." “What the fucking hell are you talking about?" “Luna...stabbed...dead...she."

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

I comply with his order and take him as far as my throat will allow, my saliva coating his cock with a small trail escaping down my chin as I suck him. "Yes. Fuck yes. You’re doing so well. So fucking good, baby. Shit." He cusses when I let his cock fall from my mouth and shift my attention to his balls. I suck on it, letting it drop from my mouth with a pop, then suck again, before I move back to his length. "I’m close," Alex warns after a few more bobs of my head and I wait for exactly two seconds before he shoots his cum down my throat. I remove my mouth from his cock and slowly slide my hand down as I swallow the thick, sticky, and salty fluid.

Gulp! Gulp! Suzaku felt like crying. She suppressed the nauseating feeling and forced herself to eat the whole bowl of seafood noodles with silk stocking flavor that she had made, drinking all of the broth. It was because Alex had warned her earlier. If she failed to finish it, not only would he feed her the pill, but he would also strip her naked and leave her hanging at a footbridge. She felt that this b*stard was definitely not all talk.

“Not everything has to be brutal to break a man.” He nodded to one of the men, who started setting up the chair in the middle of the room. The metal clanged against the floor as they strapped it down. “Water,” Don Demitre said. “That’s all it takes. Just one constant and controlled drop would make every man go crazy. They called it dripping water torture. A single drop landed on the forehead over and over. It feels like nothing at first, but after hours,” he stepped closer. “It drives the mind insane.”

Patrick, Alexander, and Amber exchanged puzzled glances, anticipating what Susanne could possibly produce to convince them. "Ever heard of ‘seeing is believing’? This little vial contains something you've probably never laid eyes on," Susanne announced, producing a small vial from her backpack. "What's inside?" Alexander inquired, intrigued. "It's called Immortal Water, crafted by the Trio Alliance Club. Supposedly, one drop per day rejuvenates you, making you feel young again," Susanne explained, proudly displaying the vial.

The black SUV purred along the winding road as the sun dipped below the hills. I sat in the back between Noah and Marcus, wearing exactly what they had ordered — a short white sundress with nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. The cool AC kept brushing against my bare pussy, keeping me constantly wet. Marcus drove with one hand on the wheel, while Noah’s fingers lazily teased between my thighs the entire drive, never letting me cum. By the time we reached the private lakeside villa, I was trembling with need.