Sukuna Drip Novels & Stories

What the hell. “It was declined,” she repeats, obviously amused. I hold the phone against the card reader a second time, growling as my headache increases. “It can’t be. Try it again.” The low beep resounds, and I groan as it feels like someone hit my head like a gong. Stupid me, mixing Gin and Vodka with some Sambuca shots. I feel like throwing up when I just think of it so I gulp down the bile rising anew, taking a deep breath.

Drake remarked casually as he wiped his hands clean. Susan crouched down beside the unconscious girl, examining the bite mark on her neck. “What a mess you’ve made here,” she commented, her tone tinged with mild disapproval. Drake chuckled. “I’m glad you appreciate it. Thanks for the compliment.” “You’re welcome,” Susan replied with a grin before turning her attention to the girl. Her eyes glowed blue as she uttered a few incantations, her hands moving gently over the girl’s forehead. With a shimmering light, the wound on the girl’s neck healed before their eyes.

Sunny turns to look up at the sky but soon realizes that it is not raining but that a red liquid is dripping from the tree branches above her. Sunny then says to herself in a fearful, soft voice, "It’s raining red." Sunny is then able to slowly move her hand as she reaches for her forehead to wipe away the red liquid. As her fingers make contact with her skin, she feels a sticky, warm sensation that makes her feel frightened. She tries to let out a scream, but nothing comes out except for a small gasp of disbelief. As Sunny becomes aware that she cannot speak and that her voice has completely vanished, panic sets in.

She hated how her thighs clenched together, how slick was already sliding between them, her heat demanding, begging. Evren crossed the space in a blur. He sniffed at her neck, exhaling a hot breath across her pulse. “You’re ripe, little moon.” His tongue darted out, tasting her sweat. “You’re suffering.” “We can ease it,” Dren said, already tossing his shirt aside. “You just have to beg.” Silviya’s breath hitched as Dren pulled something from the satchel at his waist, a smooth obsidian toy etched with runes. A pulse of power came off it, and her body reacted instantly.

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

Then, my top was ripped off and my back was exposed. No, please, don't let anyone see my other scars.... No no no no no. *Whip!* "Ahhhhh!" I almost let out a yelp. *Whip!* I bit my lip. *Whip!* I bit my lip even harder. "Huh. Seems like you can endure this. Very well. Guard, full force!" What?! *WHIP!* Oh my god. *WHIP!* *WHIP!* I could taste my tears by this time. Blood was definitely dripping out. I knew the pack was watching this.

I watched the life drain from Rydan’s eyes. He let out a wet, rattling gulp, his fingers twitching against the marble floor as he tried to find one last breath. His eyes stayed fixed on mine, burning with a pure, unfiltered hatred. His eyes turned glassy and his head lolled back. His body hit the ground with a heavy, final thud.

A sob escapes her. I walk a short way down the aisle, take a quick look at the options, and snatch a bottle with a size 1 nipple, breaking it out of the package. Walking back to my cart for some water, I take a can of formula marketed for sensitive tummies. Opening the Ozarka, I make him a bottle. "What are you doing?" she asks, looking around, obviously afraid of getting caught. "I haven't paid for any of that."

Every Succubinos on the pad seemed aware of the presence of Orea and Eureka because they were in outfits of state: the colours of state are red, gold, and the white five stars of fusion. The bar tender was a huge incubus (a male Succubino, a female is a succubus); his name: the bar tender’s name was Trollo, he poured them two glass goblet’s of fizzy green liquid; “It’s on the house my ladies,” he said giving them the transparent goblets. The taste was like nothing Eureka had tasted before, both the smell and the taste was pungent, strong and sweet; It was nice. It was better than anything she had ever tasted on earth.

Wait… As if to give my brain something to think about, something cool and wet slides under my pussy, collecting the creampie I’m oozing out, flicking up my slit… Oh, god! All fingers pull out and the cool object latches onto my cunt, and sucks!!! ROWAN?!!! I freeze… too scared to release my tensed muscles because the vibrations I’m fighting off will wreck me.