Dark Hypno の小説・ストーリー

She hated how her thighs clenched together, how slick was already sliding between them, her heat demanding, begging. Evren crossed the space in a blur. He sniffed at her neck, exhaling a hot breath across her pulse. “You’re ripe, little moon.” His tongue darted out, tasting her sweat. “You’re suffering.” “We can ease it,” Dren said, already tossing his shirt aside. “You just have to beg.” Silviya’s breath hitched as Dren pulled something from the satchel at his waist, a smooth obsidian toy etched with runes. A pulse of power came off it, and her body reacted instantly.

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.

Harvey’s plan had succeeded! Pfft! Cody’s body trembled before he fell to the ground, kneeling. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He was shivering nonstop, as if he was an old man. The hypnosis technique had drained him completely. He was no longer a Great Monk—he was just an old cripple. Cody didn’t scream, nor did he struggle. He only clenched his chest, his face a look of utter disbelief. He wasn’t dead, but he was infinitely close.

Or big problem, I mentally correct myself as I catch a glance at his extra large cock. "Really?" he turns to me excitedly. "You won't tell anyone I'm gay will you?" he pleads. "Never crossed my mind. Your secret is safe as long as you don't tell anyone about the hypnosis. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, yeah... anything," he sighs. "Okay. Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you and make it so you can get hard anytime you'd like." Dean does as he's told and I take out the transmitter as soon as his eyes are closed.

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

’ Once Jenna had drifted off to sleep, Zivon sighed before taking some sleeping aids and laying in bed… He needed every bit of energy that he had tomorrow, and for good reason. The hypnotist that he had set his eyes on was the only heir of a family well-known for being masters at their craft… And even when she was only fifteen, she was already famous enough to be called a hypnosis prodigy. Alas, she had a condition that made her extremely picky with her clients… and knowing that she had turned down prime ministers before, he knew that the chances of her helping him were going to be slim. Even so… He still needed to try!

He was a psychiatrist, but he was also known as a hypnotherapist because he studied a lot. He usually used this technique for those that didn't want to deal with things. He touched her shoulders gently and laid her on the couch. He gently said, 'It is time to free yourself'. His words were soothing her ears like he was singing a lullaby to her. She leaned comfortably and closed her eyes to the manner in which he gently guided her. He slowly spoke rhythmically, 'You are in a dark and empty place. You stand there and want to get rid of the darkness that surrounds you'.

After midnight, I awake in his bed, draped in sheer curtains. The window's open, and the wind's blowing. It's the beginning of October, so tonight is chilly. The room is dark, but the moon is giving me a glimpse of light. I'm trying to see through the curtains but am too afraid to shift positions. To get my focus, I kept blinking, and then I saw a large dark shadow heading towards me. Thoroughly convinced I'll be dying a brutal death, I make peace with my Maker.

Melatonin is a chemical in our brain that can make us feel drowsy, however, in Hestia’s vials were in high doses so as to make the target or opponents feel asleep immediately. Hestia, not letting her guard down, scanned the perimeters again in search of any possible threat or obvious enemies. She looked to her left and saw Albert crouching down as he too panned his head from left to right. He was holding to his left shoe while his right leg was propped up.