Vere Touch Starved Novels & Stories

POV: Viggo He had seen biological cessation a thousand times. He had never seen the end of a pulse look so much like a state of total cellular equilibrium. I pushed my palms against the grit of the courtyard. My arms shook. Every muscle fiber in my triceps spasmed, a series of rapid, involuntary twitches. The drain from the Devourer had depleted my glycogen stores; my skin felt cold, leached of its normal heat, turning a necrotic grey.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Stretch?" I shook my head. "Words, sweetcheeks," Tag bit out. My body liquified at his hard bark. Tove groaned. He reached out a hand, slid a finger through the wetness at the opening of my body. "I'm going to taste your cream, Hols. You cream for us so good, baby." He raised his fingers to his mouth, lapped up the moisture. My body tightened again. "I'm going to spank your pussy." I moaned low in my throat.

Roots upheaved from the soil in ragged clumps, leaving open wounds in the ground. The timekeepers were going all out this time. Titanic and harrowing. Fear snaked around my chest, squeezing. My stomach clenched and cramped at the intrusion of the substance Valen forced into my mouth. I squirmed in his arms, and he frowned at the way I clutched my abdomen. “You are going to be okay,” he soothed, his voice still gravelly. “Coward. You wanted a fight, so come and give me a fight,” Farrah gnarled, directing her wind-releasing palm at us.

"You thought there would be no consequences." His hands didn't touch her flesh — not yet. They brushed the air around her, tormenting, teasing. Sera whimpered, her body swaying precariously, her nipples pebbling in pain under the thin dress she wore. Valerio laughed darkly. "Look at you," he whispered. "So starved for touch you can't even stand." --- Something soft brushed her cheek. Not skin — silk again. He was *toying* with her. Tormenting her.

Starved Passion::: Ivana gulped, not this again, they have been doing great avoiding each other to their best capacity, she hated the way she was feeling, she hated this weird sensation, increased heartbreak, Ivana hated the fact that just merely seeing her boss could make her body react in a way she had never reacted to any man before. She looked up savouring the mouth watering sight of him, she felt her cheek heat when he drew nearer making her feel his warm breath on her face.

I spoke cruelly, holding her neck and lightly choking her. “Now, quickly say your next mistake, or I will keep spanking you all night, and you know very well that no one can stop me!” I threatened her, and her eyes got more teary; for the first time, I saw intense fear in her eyes for me, and I loved every bit of it. “I went to a club.” I again spanked her hard, making her ass jiggle and she whimpered in pain. “I got drunk.” My force was increasing each time, making her cry harder.

"Now, are you going to keep making excuses to run back into your corner, or are you going to help me crush these star-anise pods?" Nalvath stared down at her small, warm hand, his ancient heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The deep, heavy trauma of a lifetime spent being hated by his own kind began to soften under her gaze. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his arm forward, letting his dark skin brush against her fingers, surrendering to the brilliant, saving warmth of her touch.

“This is what you came for. This is what you need.” Torvald’s eyes rolled back. The stretch, the burn, the sheer overwhelming size was everything he had craved. He stroked his own cock furiously while Grulak railed him, the orc’s massive shaft rearranging his guts with every thrust. The pain had long since melted into blinding pleasure.

I cared a lot. ​My stomach was no longer growling; it was screaming. My throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. Was he actually trying to kill me? Was this the punishment? Death by starvation because I wanted to see a world that didn't involve high-tech server racks and men in tactical gear?

Given that I haven’t shaved for ages, I look like a stuntman for ZZ top video, and bits of the shitty meal are sticking on my overgrown and messy beard. This annoys me to an entirely new level and is rubbing against my need for cleanliness in the most wrong way possible. I am starved, rendered off all of my powers and beaten up daily. I think there is no bone in my body that had not been broken since I came here, and no inch of my skin is spared of daily lashing with the silver whip soaked with devilsbane and corpse flower. Generally, silver can not do much to me. I am pretty resistant to devilsbane and corpse flower, unlike most dark celestials, but not in this weakened state, where Ezel is