Swallowed Star Novels & Stories

I hide a silly smile because I know he isn’t referring to the simple game of guessing what I eat, but to the other darker and more intimate game we are playing, that of seduction. —Well. Now throw your head back and open your mouth. You don't have to chew, just swallow.-he whispers. His voice has grown hoarse, his eyes half hidden by the darkness are just slits. I obey his orders. A gummy, gelatinous substance enters my lips, crosses my throat and falls into my stomach. I have no idea what the hell I just swallowed. — Is it ... some kind of snail? I understand that they are very popular in France. - I ask trying to hide my total ignorance.

She said, not believing she has agreed to something so childish but she was hungry. "We're going to start together okay." "Sure." She nodded. "Now let's count. 1, 2,3.......10...13, 14 and 15." They count each spoon they send into their mouth without swallowing. Destiny's mouth was so full that she couldn't breathe. "Now let's swallow." He said between mouthfuls and showed her the watch. The food stretched her throat, she struggled to swallow it down, her eyes went red. It was choking her now. Tears pulled at the corners of her eyes and trickled down. The food won't go down smoothly.

Star took me deeper into her mouth until I felt my shaft hit the back of her throat. Unlike when she came new, Star seems to be an expert in this. She no longer gags like she once did, and that made me proud for teaching her to master this. Star wrapped her hands around the part of my shaft that she couldn't get into her mouth.

I swallowed around him, savoring his taste as his grip tightened in my hair. A deep groan rumbled through his chest as he thrust deeper, the smooth skin of his length sliding against my tongue. My eyes fluttered closed, losing myself in the sensations as he pulsed and spilled down my throat. Warm fingers stroked my cheek. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice husky. I obeyed, swallowing every drop he gave me. As I did, he slowly slipped from between my lips. A shiver ran through me at the loss of his heat.

Slurp… Slurp… "Ah… that’s it." "Bro Vanguard, I’m going to blow! Hurry!" another voice urged. The rigid spear was pulled from her mouth for a split second, only to be replaced by another massive rod that instantly erupted, shooting hot, thick nectar deep into her throat. It was so much that it overflowed. Snow White, parched to her core, greedily swallowed the warm, creamy liquid. Slurp… Slurp… "Ah… yes… drink it all. You need it to survive."

“Swallow it all.” His hips slam into me, harder and harder, until his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust. I can’t breathe. Pain shoots through my jaw and my throat burns. Then suddenly he stiffens, shudders, and hot spurts flood my mouth. The taste is vile, salty and bitter, and I gag, choking as it forces its way down. I try to swallow, but some spills when I retch. It dribbles down my chin, sticky and humiliating. Eli’s eyes snap down, and his expression hardens.

Tom got the satisfaction of having me gulp his sperm into my gut without my ever asking, whereas my spouse never once asked me to reconsider swallowing. Consolidating the mouthful of gunk into a single mass was my goal. I clamped down, taking a deep breath to center myself. The amount of semen was so overwhelming that I twitched one eye unconsciously as I pushed the compressed ball of come past my tonsils and into my stomach. Maybe it was just in my head, but after swallowing a mouse, I felt my throat dilate like a snake so it could suck it all down.

I pounced on it like a starved beast being handed a treat after being denied food for an eternity. The wrap crumbled underneath my assault before I sunk my teeth into it, then chewed it and moaned when the flavors exploded in my mouth. I swallowed it and felt it settling in the acid pool in my stomach, and then sighed with contentment when the bodily functions resumed their work. Gosh, hunger did really make you feel things. Weird, crazy things. Maybe I was not even kidnapped; I was just hungry.

"I’ll leave it until tomorrow. But if you’re grumpy at breakfast, I’m blaming Silas." ​He turned and headed toward the barracks, unaware that high above, on the stone battlements of the Citadel, the shadows were beginning to stretch and move against the wind. ​Inside her room, Elara was deep in the throes of her first true Star-Eater vision. ​She wasn't in the Citadel anymore. she was standing in a void of pure obsidian. Above her, a single star, her star was pulsing with a violent, violet light. It was beautiful, but it was cracking. Every pulse sent a shock of heat through her body that made her want to scream.

“The North was a crumbling ruin. The West was a graveyard. I was building a perimeter, Winnie. I was building a shield.” ​I stopped a few feet away from him, the heat from my palms making the salt beneath my boots hiss and pop. “A shield against what? The Black Star is gone. We destroyed it.” ​Silas looked up at the cracked salt dome, his expression shifting from arrogance to a profound, unsettling terror. “You destroyed the mouth, little sister. You didn’t destroy the hunger. The Black Star was just a probe, a sensory organ for something much larger that exists in the spaces between the stars. By collapsing the Star, you didn’t win the war. You just rang the dinner bell.”