Ace Bandages Binding Novels & Stories

FALINE grimaced as the female Healing Kryst finished wrapping bandages around her chest. Blooms of dark purple were peeking out from the edges of the white fabric. It had taken much effort on her part not to squirm away as the bandages tightened around the bruises on her torso and the wound on her left chest. With her patient’s wounds dressed, the Healing Kryst gently helped Faline lean back against the pillows. She then leaned back and sighed.

I sighed and raised my hands away to reveal my growing erection. I blame her. If she hadn’t gotten on her knees like that, I wouldn’t have reacted this way. She smiled, teasing me by licking her lips. “We will have to find some time to be alone. For now, Andromache is right. We need to change your bandages.” she sighed, wrapping the cloth around just my waist and pinning it so it wouldn’t fall again.

She tried removing it, but the more she tries, the more it pressed tighter. Tears trailed past her cheeks. She was about to succumb to her pain when she saw three strings plummeting toward her direction. She ducked and it missed her by inches, then she dived out of the way from yet another string flashing from the ground where she was standing earlier. Apparently, it was keen to slice her off, for two of it slashed just above her. When the strings binding her loosened its grip, she wasted no time and rolled over. A string sliced her hair. She gulped, trying not to imagine herself if she was sliced by one of those.

I’m too afraid he’ll leave me again. “Now, apply some ointment,” he says. I say nothing, only nod. I smooth the antibiotic around the edges, then layer fresh gauze over the wound, following his guidance. Adrian inhales sharply as the fabric touches raw skin. When I wrap the bandage across his shoulder and under his arm, he grips my leg so tightly his knuckles turn white. Pain shoots through me, but I know he doesn’t mean it. His face is pale. Sweat beads along his temple. Still, he keeps perfectly still.

Then, “I can help you.” I hesitated. “Fine. Just be quick.” I turned, lifting my hair. The familiar warmth of him settled behind me. His fingers found the zipper. Slowly, he pulled it down. The air felt closer. More aware. “This is going to take a minute,” he murmured. “What?” “The corset.” His fingers moved with controlled precision as he unlaced the back. The brush of his skin against mine made me feel hot and bothered. Focus, Jade. When he finished, I held the front of the dress in place.

I see bright red spots of blood coming right through the white cloth bandage under his silk sleeping shirt. I really did hit his raw cut. My face drops. "Do not move, Andrew. Stay right there. I will go get the healing kit." I run to the cabinet and bring back the box of forest medicines. When I walk back to the bed, Andrew has already pulled his sleeping shirt off. He is standing bare-chested right in the bright morning sunlight. His big alpha muscles and sharp lines look completely raw and beautiful. He is unwrapping the bloody cloth around his middle.

The sudden closeness made my heart stutter, but I forced myself to ignore it. Carefully, I held him steady with one arm while using my free hand to push his hair back again and start wrapping the bandage around his head. Each time I pulled it tight, I flinched, afraid I was hurting him, but he didn’t react. His breathing stayed slow and steady, his body warm against mine. I leaned my head against his for balance, my cheek brushing the softness of his hair as I pinned the bandage securely at the back. My fingers lingered there for a second, trembling, before I finally let out a shaky breath of relief.

"What is that?" "Bamboo silk. Just right for what I want to do tonight." He lays the coil on the bed beside me and reaches for my left wrist. His hands are slow. He starts at the wrist, builds a soft cuff that’s not tight enough to mark, and brings the line down my arm to the elbow with a clean, decorative wrap. He doesn’t bind my elbow to my ribs. He leaves my arm mobile, just dressed in rope. Pretty. He does the same with the right arm. Then he sits back on his heels and looks at me.

She did not want to leave him unbandaged too because she knew very well that if she did not bandage his hand, he won't either so she put the first aid kit on the table with trembling hands, opened it and took out whatever she needed to bandage it. She looked at his hand and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath to calm herself and opened her eyes. She took his large hand in her trembling hands and started cleaning his wound. She wanted to finish it quickly and ran away from here but his constant heated gaze was making it more difficult for her. she did her work with great difficulty. all the time he was observing her but he did not make any move towards her because he did not want to make

It was a really bad sight to look at. My eyes roamed around the bed now and I saw a pile of used bandages covered with blood and other unknown liquid substances to one side. The pile of bandages was so high that you would think they had been used by a dozen people rather than just one fat man. It seemed that they had used the bandages to wrap his back and the screaming that drew me here had been as a result of the pain that he had been feeling when the bandages were being removed. Now all of them had been removed and it looked to me as if they wanted to re-wrap the wound again.