Marked for Death
Somnus clenched his fists and retched a gurgling moan. he fought against the burning, head splitting, shock-inducing pain that fired through every nerve in his body.
Devil's Bargain
Benet retched painfully again, but the demon just kept shoving inexorably deeper. benet's throat was spattered with the hot, salty precum, and he was forced to let it drain into his stomach.
The life of a cyborg assassin. A Short.txt
Fire erupted all over his body, coming out of his pores, burning his skin, he began retching, puking gasoline that fueled the conflagration that ate his body to the bone. for minutes he was burned alive.
Exquisitely Ruined
I laid motionless, stagnant, retching on my violently desecrated, terrifically violet, bruised side.
ND8 - Cow Chow
First, the smell of fermenting vegetables and plant matter hit his nose, making him retch and groan. then, he realised that breathing was also becoming easier. he came to the conclusion that it must have been a morphing pill that generated oxygen.
A Phoenix Falling Part. 1
She didn't dare open her mouth throughout that entire stretch, worried she might retch if she even attempted to speak. hell, she could almost tell that others had done just that, even seeing a puddle of vomit right outside one of the rooms.
Teaching them Humility 2
It hit it; it smacked the throat, it smacked the esophagus… and though it definitely hurt to the point of making crimson wince… he wasn’t retching.
Havana or Hell, Part 8 (Final part)
The stench rising from the still pulsating body of bruckner was getting to him, and he made a series of retching noises, trying not to puke. quinn nodded at him. "i'll take it from here," and o'hare stormed outside.
My little War
Area so i pull out my flashlight, i turn it on \*click\* "yea that's blood alright" i pan my flashlight up to find a shredded, disemboweled rotting corpus of what iam guessing was a pony an equestrian no doubt \*sigh\* "another civilian casualty of this retched
Bad endings: Slimed
Leaning against the wall, he felt like retching, and cold sweat covered his body. he rubbed at his forehead and felt it burning hot, feverish, as he stood there. had he been poisoned?
Pawslaved: Quick and Dirty
As you open your mouth to protest, to beg the dragoness to spare you that torment, you find your tongue sliding out and licking at the scales, the taste making you retch, but nothing comes forth, the dragoness somehow forcing you to keep every last bit of
~ Stag In the Woods: Chapter Two ~
Eleanor retched, tears streaming. “get away from me! you’re not— you can’t be—” the creature kept coming, weak and shivering, leaving damp streaks across the floorboards.