Bloody Fingers Book Novels & Stories

“Feel my fingers fucking both your greedy little holes? Your pussy is so fucking wet it’s dripping down to your ass, making it nice and slick for me. You like being stuffed full like this, don’t you? My dirty little waitress getting her cunt and tight virgin ass played with by a dangerous mafia boss.” “Yes—god, yes—” I cried out, hips rolling shamelessly against his hand now. The pressure was building again, faster and hotter than before. Every thrust of his fingers sent white-hot sparks racing through my entire body. The wet, obscene sounds of him fingering both my holes filled the luxurious bedroom — slick, filthy, rhythmic squelching that made my cheeks burn with shame and arousal.

Lucious "Lucious!" Uncle Jax rolls me onto my back as I'm unable to breathe. "You have lost too much blood, you're not healing." I look up at him as blood continues to spill from my mouth feeling as if I'm drowning on my own blood. I watch as uncle Jax drags his black claw across his wrist slicing it open. He pushes his wrist up against my mouth. I sink teeth into his arm forcing down the disgusting blood, feeling the hole in my chest starting to heal.

she asked frantically, reaching out to touch him but not knowing where she could touch him without making things worse. Before Myrrak could even try to respond to her question, Daisy pointed at his left hand, the same one that Myrrak had raised up just moments before. As they all watched in complete horror, his five fingers were slowly starting to fade away like they were dissolving or melting. The flesh was disappearing bit by bit, leaving only the white bones of his skeleton showing underneath. The strangest part was that no blood was pouring out at all, even though his fingers flesh were basically disappearing before their eyes.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

My dress parted as his hand slid between us, pushing the fabric aside. Heat flooded my cheeks when his fingers slipped beneath the robe. Just as he suspected—I’m naked underneath. I didn't take any underwear to Emily’s place. I groaned as his thumb began to circle slowly over my clit, the sensation sending a shudder through my entire body. I let out another senseless sound and just as my body began giving in, he pulled his fingers out, raising his fingers for me to see the juice coated on his fingers. “You're going to fucking stay clear from me or it'll be your blood on my fingers next time.”

The poor creature was alone and hurting, the blood staining its jet black fur, its body trembling with fear. Lucas carefully approached the cub, his movements slow and cautious. I could see the cub's small body shivering in the darkness, its glossy fur matted with blood and dirt. The cub let out a pitiful mewl as he approached, its big, luminous eyes looking up at them with a mixture of fear and desperation.

I clenched my fingers against the soles of my hand, which made the young man let out a muffled cry from his depths because of my fingers, which were stuck in the bottom of his body, groping his intestines with narcissism, as if the madness that touched me was not enough. I began to rip his body with my fingers until her legs were amputated, and his limbs bled dark blood, and the vital fluids of his body watered his spot from the ground and covered the orchids next to him. "Do you feel it?" I cried out in a deep tone of madness, and the young man cried for help from the rest of his people who had perished faster than he did. Jongin finished his work and walked towards me with bloody hands, wh

Three fingers slammed into me without warning… thick, stretching me perfectly, fucking me hard and fast while her palm ground against my clit. “Oh god… Evelyn… your fingers… I’m so fucking full…” I gasped, hips bucking up to meet every thrust. The library smelled like sex now… her arousal dripping down my wrist, mine coating her hand, the sharp tang of two dripping cunts mixing with old paper. She rode my fingers at the same time, our bodies slapping together, breasts bouncing, nipples dragging across each other with every frantic movement.

That should do. I honestly miss the old Derrick. I lay on my bed crying myself to sleep as I hold the cold bottle against my heavy cheek. Derrick's POV; I adjust myself in my bed to a more comfortable position pulling my blanket over my body. I move my hands under my head and a foreign feeling engulfs my fingers. I lazily pull my eye lids apart to view the warm substance on my fingers. Just then do I see what has smeered my fair fingers. Blood! I raise my fingers up to my head and I feel a stinging sensation. Like the one you get when sweat slides into a wound.

Well, this is part of the cross and she will bear it, no matter what. A short scream of pain escaped her lips when something pricked her index finger which she had left on the strange book. Olivera looked down, amazed when a tiny droplet of her blood lingered on the book that she had on her lap. Lingered in a circle inside a circle, the only drawing on the first page.