Sukuna Drip Novels & Stories

“Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock, Maya. Such a greedy little virgin.” Mr. Collins groaned, picking up his speed. His hips slapped against mine harder, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, as the water cascaded over us, making everything slick and messy. Ria dropped to her knees in front of me, with water streaming down her face as she leaned in and licked where we were joined. Her tongue licking my clit and along the base of her father’s cock as he pumped in and out of me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I came earlier than expected. I cried out, my pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh fuck… yes!”

Today, the wind was blowing hastily in Midtown Manhattan. As I hurriedly zipped up my jacket to cover the tight t-shirt clinging to my chest, I quickened my pace towards the pharmacy. The sky looked gray above me, and it felt like rain was about to pour down. Sure enough, a few seconds after I thought so, drops of rain fell from the sky. By the time I arrived at the pharmacy, I was already soaking wet and shivering. "Anti-nausea medicine, please," I said to the pharmacist. "And... um, medicine for headaches, also appetite syrup for adult."

A heavy, thick stream of mixed cum and juices immediately gushes out of my stretched pussy, running down my inner thighs in warm, sticky rivers. I roll over onto my back, my legs still trembling and spread wide, exposing my dripping, cum-filled center to the cameras. Leo stands over me, his chest covered in sweat and oil, his softening cock still dripping a final few white drops onto my stomach. I look directly into the lens, my face flushed, a messy, satisfied smile stretching across my swollen lips. “Cut! Print it! That’s a wrap on Episode 4!” the director screams, jumping out of his chair. “Phenomenal job, everyone. That is going to break the internet for the holidays.”

His mind began drip-drip-dripping plop drip drip collecting into a puddle of nonsense at his feet lights and boxers and monsters in a pool of liquid rock, shaking sticks waved and played and talked the stock market then drank a bubbling milky scum from a big skull Aya. They yelled. Hua. They barked. Ska. Ska monoamine oxidase inhibitor their god there was a man from Nantucket who showed a left hand until until Plop!

His eyes darkened even through the digital feed. "And Phoenix… it’s blood-locked. Prime blood." Whirr. The sound arrived before the sight. A high-pitched, mechanical whine that drilled into my teeth. "Silas! Into the crevasse! Now!" Silas roared, the sound vibrating in my chest cavity. Three drones dropped through the aurora-stained clouds like silver vultures. They used silver-mercury mist, a cloud of neurotoxins that turned the snow into a boiling, acidic sludge.

I always followed. He stood on the small back porch, took one long drag, but didn't exhale right away. He just held the smoke in, shoulders tense. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my forehead against the solid line of his back. He flinched at the contact but didn't pull away. After a moment, he exhaled with a visible tremor. "I love you," I whispered. He heard it as clearly as if I had yelled it at the top of my lungs.

Time dissolved in the cabin. My body ached, yet it betrayed me constantly. The small vibrator taped to my clit buzzed on the lowest setting, never enough to cum, never enough to stop. I hallucinated his touch during the long deprivation sessions. Sometimes I swore I felt Julian’s fingers on my skin even when I was alone in the void. When the hood finally came off, I blinked against the dim light. Julian stood over me, naked, his cock already hard. “Hungry, Mom?”

I went over to his body and pulled him down the hallway and into the third bedroom as I cleared the upstairs. The guns only made a soft click thanks to the suppressors I was using. They were similar to the new designs of the Hush Puppy silencers. I checked the stairs and cleared them. I slowly made my way downstairs. Another man stood just around the corner and I saw him in the mirror. I put my hand around the corner and shot him twice in the head.

“My long, sad life comes to an end.” “What’s that smell?” Xavier staggered and fell, a sense of dread creeping over him. “Burnt Nexorfin,” came the chilling reply, the air thick with its noxious fumes, making it difficult to breathe. “What?” Xavier gasped, his vision blurring. “You’re really weak, you’ve lost all sense. You didn’t even realize it until it spread this much,” Derrick muttered, his voice tinged with regret. “You feel terrible, right? The Venomixadone

he trembled as he spoke, bending down to view me, his breath was dangerously close to mine now and the stench of weed filled my nostrils. “Stop,” I whispered. “...you have grown into a little psychopath haven't you?” he ran his hand along my face and I shifted away. “Oh, don't run from me little Hailey, all I want is to make you happy,” he threw his weed away, his eyes darting around like a dog eyeing a pile of meat. “Stop touching me. You are not yourself and you are making a grave mistake,” I said.