Xiao X Slime Novels & Stories

A rustling sound from behind his back made him stop from reading the book he's holding. "Professor, what's with all of these junk?," a guy with round rimmed glasses said. He was wearing a white lab coat and his unruly dark hair partially covered his ears and nape. His thick eyebrows were furrowed deep on his forehead as he scrambled over the piles of documents scattered on the floor. Leaning over the table stacked with books and papers of different sorts, he scooped down and held a tiny gray creature with big round eyes and yellow irises. The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens.

she asked softly, her voice was very strange at first because it was slightly hoarse from laughing evilly all day but then again, the bewitched zombie only felt his ears twitching in itchiness, it scratched the pitiful heart of Xia that loves silly and adorable people the most. "My name....?" he ask back, Xia was not angry with him for repeating her question but only pat the rough silver platinum hair of the zombie then rub it back and forth to smooth it out, she hummed gently that tickled the zombie dead heart, she was completely different from the little girl who was still ruthless a while ago and exploded a zombie neck along with its head with a crazy light on her phoenix eyes.

“You’ll think that the others are too small.” Xyla was stunned for a long while before finally understanding what Alex meant by ‘small.’ “Bah! You’re a rascal!” she hissed. The scene that she had stumbled upon flashed through her mind unwittingly again, and she couldn’t help but be surprised, secretly thinking that it was impossible, right? But then she quickly realized that she had been dragged down again, and she hurriedly changed the topic. “Tristan Coleman suddenly has a strange disorder, that he has to eat mud every now and then. You… Do you know anything about this?”

He pointed into the gloom. I increased the light from the globe in my hands, ready to fight, even more ready to run, but saw nothing. Then I noticed movement on the tunnel floor. It was low and flat, and gave off a green glow. It was moving slowly towards us, sliding across the ground. “What is it?” I asked. “A slime,” said Nyx. “Poisonous, probably. Once they attach themselves to you, they don’t let go. Vicious.” It looked like one of those robot vacuum cleaners, but rather than cleaning up, it left a trail of jelly in its wake. It didn’t seem particularly menacing. Slipping on the slime’s trail was probably the biggest danger; might have twisted an ankle.

Xia peered up at the thunderous sky and sighed. "The heaven is angry, but it doesn't have to punish such innocent creatures," he peered back at the twitching fishes. As soon as he said this, water that had drained started to fill up miraculously. 'Oh...oh... are my words so powerful?' Xia thought in glee as he watched the fished swim away. "Get the ores our now!!!!" Oli shouted, but the huge oars were firmly stuck inside the slushy mud.

Xia Gladyce shouted as she put her hands around her mouth. "Ms. Xia—" Simon didn't look back, but just frowned. "The students haven't finished their work yet. Why is this girl shouting?" "Teacher Xia..." Xia Gladyce grinned, not knowing what to say. "I know you don't like sweet things. Don't worry... it's not sweet! It's really not sweet at all! I promise, it's very delicious, very delicious." Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Simon smiled and shook her head imperceptibly.

"Come on, Emma! We've got to buy groceries. Ms. Lourne from the market said if we go early, we can get a discount!" "How much of a discount?" I asked. "Ten bucks!" he exclaimed. 10 bucks? Ethan used to think I was embarrassing, but here was someone grabbing my hand, racing with me into the sunset, telling me to do my best later to win over the old folks at the market. I looked at Alex's profile, and he reminded me so much of a younger Ethan, so full of passion and energy. However, unlike the younger Ethan, Alex could sometimes be shy, sometimes even shed a tear. He was like a boy who cried but could still hold up the sky for someone when needed.

Between her thighs, her smooth, hairless pussy was visibly swollen and flushed dark pink, inner labia glistening and parted, thick strands of clear, slippery arousal stretching from her clenching hole to the floor in long, shiny threads. Hương Vy, 24, the young silk weaver, was even wetter. Petite but lush, her smooth golden skin flushed deep with heat. Her perky breasts heaved with every shaky breath, nipples tight and sensitive. Her tight, hairless cunt dripped freely down her inner thighs in warm, continuous rivulets, the sweet, musky scent of her young pussy filling the small basement and mixing with the storm’s earthy smell. Kien’s voice was low, rough, almost feral against the roar of

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

The bright red watermelon juice immediately splashed out, spattering across my face. “Did you and Loki do this?” I looked up at her, too shocked to speak. Xia pulled the cucumber out and thrust it violently back into the watermelon again, wielding it like a large knife—pulling it out and stabbing it in repeatedly until the watermelon flesh was completely mashed. The bright red juice splattered everywhere, looking so bloody, so violent. Xia held the cucumber dripping with watermelon juice. “This is his lower part.” Then she pointed to the watermelon. “This is your lower part.” She grabbed my collar. “This is what making love is. Did you two do it?”