Swallow Me Whole Novels & Stories

Like nothing I’ve had before. "Swallow. It. All!" He grits out shakily. While trembling. I just blink my answer. God my throat hurts! Tears fall down my face as I have no choice but to drink him down. When he was done he pulled out of my mouth. Sits me on his lap and cradles me, tenderly. Like I'm some precious gift. Looking down at me in confused admiration. And is he crying? Manny P.O.V

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.

He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I got goosebumps, my body reacted to his touch. He rested his chin on the crook of my neck. "You drive me crazy." He whispered in my ear. "Having you this close makes me-" Before I knew it, he sink his fangs on my neck. I didn't feel pain, just pleasure. I didn't know if I should push him away or let him keep drinking from me. A few seconds later he pulled away from me and looked me in shock. "I'm so sorry, Sarai."

She fished out a miniature glass ball from her pocket and whispered to Tom. “Throw this at that black smoke.” Tom nodded, took the little ball, and with all his might, threw it at the black mist. As the ball whisked through the air, Suzanne urgently whispered a small chant. And just as the ball neared the mist, it transformed into a shimmering white net and engulfed the mist. The mist did not struggle. In fact, it looked as if it had given up.

Her whole body shook so hard I had to hold her hips down so she didn’t smother me. I drank every drop. Licked her through it until she was whimpering, oversensitive, trying to pull away. Only then did I let go. She kept sucking—desperate, sloppy, tears in her eyes from how deep she was taking me. I was right there. “Swallow it all, baby,” I growled against her thigh. “Take every drop.” I came with a groan that vibrated through her pussy—thick, hot pulses shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed greedily, choking a little, but never stopped sucking until I was empty.

She would have been part of my light in the past, but she’s just helped fill the darkness in me. The darkness is swallowing me whole. I slip into it a little more every day. With every harsh cruel word and every hit. I feel sick. I don’t even want to be here. I want a dark room and a way to get all of this...this pressure out. It’s all building up inside of me, and I need to get it out. My body is shaking and I can’t even move. My candle is about gone. I just know it.

My eyes bulge, stunned by how he fills me up, how he easily slips in. “Suck.” His command rings in my head and I pull. Soft buttery liquid shoots in my mouth, one I have only touched and smeared on my fingers. It mixes with my saliva. My mouth swells, gathering saliva—my brain shuttles between just pooling saliva or downing it. “Swallow.” My heart is pounding. I try to block my senses as I gulp the mix of his sperm and my saliva. It forms a thick lump and rolls down my throat.

Sloane marches up to the table, reaches out, and grabs the exact wooden goblet. My breath catches in my throat. Drink it, my wolf chants, clawing at the walls of my chest. Drink it, drink it, drink it. She doesn't just sip it. She gulps it down. Long, desperate swallows, her throat working as she empties the entire cup in five seconds flat. She slams the wooden vessel onto the table with a sharp clack. "Yes," I breathe, a horrible, giddy laugh threatening to bubble up out of my chest. "Yes."

“Swallow around me. Milk me with that throat.” She did, throat working, humming so the vibration rattled my spine. My hips snapped faster, balls slapping her chin, the room echoing with wet slaps and her muffled moans. “Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” I snarled, pace turning brutal. “Better than I dreamed. Gonna cum down this throat and watch you swallow every drop like a good mummy.” Her answer was a desperate whine, cheeks hollowing harder, sucking like her life depended on it.

I coaxed, my thumb tracing the line of her throat, "I want to feel your throat wrap around me. Just for a second. Please, treasure. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen." She swallowed hard, a single tear of effort tracking down on her cheek. She opened her mouth wider. Her eyes never left mine as she sank down. She pushed past the point of comfort, her throat opening up to take every inch of me. I felt the wet, pulsing heat of her swallow me whole, and the world simply vanished. "God... fuck," I roared, my hips bucked off the mattress, my hands tightening in her hair as I nearly lost my mind.