Swallowed Star Translation Novels & Stories

the water. Swallowing me whole.

He staggered toward the liquor cabinet, his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold the bottle. The neck of the bottle knocked against the marble counter and shattered. He didn’t care that his palm was cut by the glass. He lifted the jagged bottle and took a hard gulp straight from it. The liquor burned all the way down. It scorched his throat, his chest, his stomach. Tears sprang to his eyes from the sting. He slid down along the cabinet and collapsed onto the floor, clutching the broken bottle. Through blurred vision, he thought he saw the boy again.

glucking, slurping, as he used my mouth relentlessly. Finally, with a guttural curse in what sounded like Mandarin, he tensed, his cock swelling impossibly thicker. Hot cum flooded my throat in thick ropes, forcing me to swallow convulsively or drown in it. I gulped it down, coughing as he pulled out with a slick pop, strings of spit and seed connecting us.

Her teeth pressed against her lips painfully as the hand forced her head back, forcing her to swallow or drown. "Swallow," the voice commanded... the same voice that had emerged from the shadows in her cell. That beautiful, terrible voice that belonged to something far older than it had any right to be. Autumn had no choice. Her body was too weak to fight, her strength completely drained by the feeding that had come before. She swallowed convulsively, each gulp sending waves of fire and ice through her veins like competing blizzards fighting for dominance. The sensation was indescribable... not quite pain, but something darker and more fundamental. It felt like her entire body was being rewr

Musa turned and began to walk deeper into the labyrinth of the Arusha drainage network. As Baraka and Eliana followed, the water parted before them, creating a dry, paved pathway through the center of the flooded tunnels. The walls of water on either side of them sloshed and churned, filled with discarded trash, rotting vegetation, and the unspeakable filth of the city above, but not a single drop touched their boots. It was an elegant, beautiful application of the Star-Code, a stark contrast to the brutal, bone-breaking violence of Baraka’s own adaptations.

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

I stared at it uncomfortably, unable to look away. “There's just something wrong about that,” I muttered. He glanced furtively around, making sure no one was looking, then snapped his tongue out like a whip. I yelped. It wrapped around my cone and shot into his mouth like measuring tape on the rebound. His jaw unhinged like a snake as he swallowed it whole. “Aaah. Oreo. Like manna from above..” I gawked, utterly disgusted. “You're repulsive.”

My stomach twisted. I didn’t breathe. “Swallow it,” he said. My eyes widened. I shook my head, barely moving. “I… I can’t…” His gaze shifted subtle, but lethal. That soft edge he sometimes wore disappeared like mist under a flame. I closed my eyes. My throat clenched. And I swallowed. It burned all the way down. Not from taste but from shame. He watched me do it. Watched the way my jaw moved. The way my throat worked.

Her jaw is clenched and there is dark blood around her lips, as if she got a bite out of her assailant. I pull her mouth open where a piece of paper is shoved in her mouth. It is wet and bloody but the words on the paper are fairly visible. I pull it out and my heart is beating so hard my rib cage is rattling. Tora is carefully watching my every move, almost in question as to how I would be able to know something was in her mouth. I open the paper and the words on the paper feel like a warning before I ever even read them.. "Stolen stars are replaced with old souls. Replace the star and the soul stealing ceases... keep the star... well, you'll continue to see what happens."

If I vomited right now, maybe Nash would tell me to swallow it again. My tongue was numb when I put the porridge into my mouth. Nash became even more enthusiastic by dragging my head all over the floor which was spilled with porridge. I was really disgusted and wanted to vomit. I kept holding it in and wanted to swallow the porridge. My body was stiff as if rejecting what I wanted to swallow. "SWALLOW!" Nash shouted again as if he knew that I was having difficulty swallowing the porridge. Tears kept coming out of my eyes and even came into my mouth. I could taste the salt mixed with the cold porridge in my mouth. I tried to swallow it, my saliva pooling in my mouth. It was very difficult to