Swallow Me Whole Book Novels & Stories

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

Biting my lip, I reached down and pulled it out. “Just a few pages,” I murmured to myself. Settling back against the pillows, I flipped open the book and began to read. The story was surprisingly engaging—a story about forbidden love between a guy from the streets and a rich girl. Before I knew it, hours had passed, and I had devoured more than half the book. The detailed scenes sent a flush to my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Eventually, my eyelids grew heavy, and the words on the page began to blur. Clutching the book to my chest, I drifted into a deep sleep.

I swallow. Zeus takes another step. Up close, the scent ladders through me, hooking into place in the tender slots I thought were permanently corroded. A faint burn sings across my tongue, the coldness of blue flame, my two wolves receding, a tidal hush, sending me in awe into the universe my two wolves howled in unisom…my second mate…

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.

I throw up again, although there’s nothing left inside my stomach. “Here,” instead of handing me a glass of cold water, Dr. Brown is shoving a bunch of sweet-smelling flowers towards me. “Eat these.” “N-No,” I try to push her hand away, weakly, my insides quivering in pain, but she grabs my jaw and forces my mouth open with her fingers, stuffing in the flowers, her voice sharp. “Chew! This will help!” Her behavior is so uncharacteristic that I find myself obeying. Considering how bad my mouth tastes right now, I don’t even feel the texture of the flowers. It’s like chewing rubber and when I swallow it, I gag.

Relief spreads instantly, smoothing sharp edges of hunger into something softer, calmer, manageable. I swallow. Once. Twice. Steady. Measured. Not greedy. Not frantic. Her pulse continues beneath my grip. I count silently. One swallow. Two. Three. Each mouthful deliberate, controlled, taken with intention rather than surrender. The beast inside me shifts restlessly, pushing faintly against the walls of restraint, testing their strength like claws tapping against glass. More. The whisper rises. More. Just a little more. The pulse beneath my lips remains steady. Tempting.

It could be more difficult than it seems,’ I sigh and push the book to the back of the desk and drag the food tray in front of me. Reaper’s talons patter across the desk toward my plate of food. Holding a piece of sliced meat in one claw, he tears off shreds and gobbles it down. I take a chunk of bread and dip it in the bowl of soup. It has a nice creamy taste to it. Once we finish the food, I take the spell book and hold it up as I pace the floor repeating the chant over in hopes of remembering it by heart. ‘Within this vessel shall hold thee

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Despite the size difference, she was able to twirl the man easily. "Master... what just happened?" Two asked. "When we get back, teach me this language. I do not like not understanding." "Hahaha, it is quite difficult but ok." Ren laughed loudly drawing several of the Snow Peoples' attention. The cultivators paid him no real attention. "Someone was eaten. The boy had a special thing inside him. When Corvus tried to eat him, he, in turn, was eaten. The body and memories now belong to the boy."

"Fabby. How did you find me?" He opened his mouth to say something but before he did, I–already feeling queasy– lurched forward and vomited on his shirt. His body tensed for a while but he grasps me so I don't fall and then thats all I can remember cause I welcomed the darkness that followed. ***** Sadly but still happily, the book is coming to an end. Thanks all those that have been in this ride with me. I love y'all too much