Tickle Hell Novels & Stories

Queenie knew that and smiled. “For my regulars who know the rules, you can do two things. The peasants can collectively file for taxes and tip my jar. Each jar tipped is fifty millilitres of fake semen pumped into my holy temple. If you wish to see a waterfall, you know what to do. For my knights, I’ll be looking at super chats to give you the benefit of selecting both. Thanks to the wonderful programming team with Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, we found a way to code super chats to trigger two shots worth of cum and a minute-long override for the fuck speed to insane. In other words, the stream will run as long as super chats continue to come in even after thirty minutes.”

“Check your clipboard.” The punishments were another shitty part about Hell. If they were consistent, like a whipping every Friday, a girl might get used to it. Tune out the pain or do something else to become immune. But it was never the same with those red-skinned fuckers. Sometimes, they would pull out the fingernails. Other times, it was a cat-o-nine-tails. No, not the whip. An actual, honest-to-Hades feline with a grin that stretched beyond its demonic face and ten bony appendages with spikes that shredded the spirit. When I commented on the false advertising, the demons only said the tenth tail was a bonus.

“What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, these deaths happens all over the world at almost the same period of time, that means there must be something, maybe an instrument that is been used to immediately kill people in a large scale, and I was able to find something interesting “ “What? “ “ Linghun xipan or rather, soul suckers” Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker co

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Her eyelids parted as she slowly fitted her aching eyes to the stark brightness of the room. A white ceiling. White walls and two muddled appearances hovered above her face. “Oh, Zia! Thank goodness.” It took a few excruciating seconds but Zia finally made out the face of her best friend, and another unfamiliar face wearing light pink scrubs. “Can you hear me?!” Kate, her best friend cried out. Zia squinted at the sharp tone. She tried to nod but her whole body was numb. Panicking, Kate turned to the nurse. “What the actual fuck is wrong with her?! Look at her. She looks so goddamn lost! Can we get a doctor please?”

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.

I reply lifting my shirt. “Hm….” I gulp as I sense I made the biggest mistake of my life, “lift it a bit higher, I want the salt on your boobs.” He said with a smirk, I am completely numb with the shock, this pervert. “A deal is a deal, right?” I sigh before lifting the shirt enough to only expose the tip of my breasts, “this all you get,” I shove the lime in my mouth and wait, most excruciating wait of my life, he looks me in my eyes for a few minutes with a smirk.

Nicole coughed violently while covering her nose and mouth. Tigger, who had been quietly playing dead, scratched at her pocket. “Mama, I searched my database. It’s some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual.” Nicole’s heart went cold at the words. ‘Am I really going to die?!’ “Tigger, you’re a tiger, right? Can you pounce out and bite them?” Tigger was silent for a few seconds before speaking cutely. “Molly Stewart gave me 20% aggressiveness in her original design, but after the Great God Maverick remodeled me, my aggressiveness became zero. Mama, you can pounce and bite them yourself…”

Holy fuck! I grab his silky hair and moan because I can't hold back. He's going to make love to me. I won't die with the horrible memory of my lost virginity. He nibbles my clit and even the most basic thought becomes impossible. This time my gasp is embarrassingly loud. His lips are the sweetest torture. I'm almost there and it's so much better than I could ever imagine. The cliff is so near. My body spins out of control and my nerve endings hum with the steady build of pressure. Fulfillment is within my grasp and my eyes roll back, my hands shake while keeping a death grip on his hair.