Sukuna Drip Novels & Stories

Everything looked foreign to me, but then the driver pointed toward something near the back. “There. I think that hose came loose.” I squinted at where he was pointing. There was definitely a disconnected hose hanging free, dripping some kind of fluid onto the ground below. “Can we reattach it?” I asked, hope sparking in my chest. “Maybe. But I’ll have to reach pretty far back to get to it.” He rolled up his sleeves and leaned into the compartment. “You might want to stand back, Luna. This could get messy.” But before I had a chance to move, there was a hiss the second his hand touched the hose. Dark liquid spurted out of the hose, spraying across the poor driver’s face—and all over my dress

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

Surprise when she turned it on and there was hit water, she wondered how much the school was paying for water anyone barely use and where else the money could be channeled. After what seemed like a long time, she was able to get rid of the smell of the vomit. Now, she felt clean. She started to hum a song and then sang it. “Cause there be no sunlight, if I lose you, baby, there be no clear sky, if I lose you, baby, just like the clouds my eyes will see the same, if you walk away, every day it will rain, rain, rain, eh, eh, eh!” She wrapped the towel around her body, singing to the Bruno Mars song she had heard on someone’s iPod this morning. As she walked out, she was oblivious to her surrou

Offering my snarky remarks and ungenial comments. But it wasn’t anyone else. It was Sienna. The future Luna of this pack. And she was currently, very inelegantly, trying to run away from me. She seemed to have not rhought her escape route through properly however, when she came to an abrupt halt, cliging to the down pipe like her life depended on it. The looked about herself, apparently unsure what to do next. It was at that point that everything happened incredibly quickly. The one screw that held the pipe to the wall fell loose, quickly followed by the pipe breaking free from the bracket, and swinging down through the air in a wide ark towards the floor below.

"She always finds out. You don't know my mama." Voss straightens. His patience hasn't broken. It's not that kind of patience. It's the deep cold kind that doesn't break, only shifts methods. He turns slightly and nods toward the kind-voiced man. The kind-voiced man reaches into his jacket. He takes out something small. A vial. Dark liquid inside that catches the moonlight in a way that makes my stomach do something cold and involuntary. He walks toward me slowly. And even though I don't know exactly what it is, my body knows. The thing under my skin knows. The weather inside me spikes so suddenly and so hard that I have to press both hands flat against the log to keep from reacting.

The saber was made possible by the Undina Clan’s Mizu Funsha no Jutsu (Water Stream), which produced a very high-pressure jet of water that was as strong and sharp as regular katana. “Well,” Koumori-shishou said, “we would not be very good Slayers if we threw away fifteen minutes of head start, would we?” “Maybe you’re just stupid,” Ganzorig said. “It was precisely the light in your pipe that led us here.” “Death on a hook is food in the eyes of a fish.” “Be ye sayin’ ye lured us out here, ye treacherous cur?” Captain Fang roared. “This shall nah end well fer ye.”

I shrug, sucking gently on his earlobe. "So? What do you care?" I whisper in his ear. I feel one of his arms reach behind me and wrap around my lower back. He pulls me tightly against his body, shoving my face in his chest with his free hand. I'm forced to stop for a moment and listen to him. "A MoonDrop is made of waters from a pool constantly bathed in moonlight and absinthe. They are very, very strong. How many did you have?" I try and think, but all I can focus on is how good he smells.

I could hear her nails digging into the wall as she screamed my name. “Does my dark princess like it when my cock is buried deep in her hot tight cunt?” I hissed. “Yes, please more.” she mewled. What my Luna wants she gets. I took her fast and hard against the shower wall. I slid my hand up cupping her tit in my hand. Damn those tits are perfect. I pinched and twisted her nipple as I slammed into her tight pussy over and over. I knew she was getting close when her walls began to pulse around my cock. I bit her mark as I slammed into one last time making her scream as I filled her tight cunt with my cum. Her walls were gripping me like a fucking vice. I kissed her shoulder as I pulled out of

My pupils widened when it moved on its own. The thick black shaft gave one slow, heavy twitch right in front of my face. It was so close I could feel the heat coming off it, like a living thing breathing against my skin. The skin looked impossibly smooth, stretched tight over all that hardness, deep dark brown, almost black, shining a little under the light. Right at the fat, swollen tip there was that small slit, pale inside like a secret mouth, already leaking one clear drop that hung there, trembling, ready to fall. I wanted to catch it with my tongue before it dropped.

Moonlight spilled across the floor, soft and silver. Sleep came slowly. But when it did, it came like a storm. --- The dream began in silence. Then came the growl. Low. Mournful. Agonized. Lydia stood in a cavernous room, lit only by flickering torches mounted to cold, damp stone walls. Chains hung from the ceiling like twisted vines. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and damp fur. Every breath burned in her lungs. Ahead of her stood a cage—its black iron bars warped into jagged, unnatural angles. And behind them…