Bloody Lips Novels & Stories

My cheeks tinted red at the look he gave me, his eyes were widened and his lips were slightly parted. "Uh, um, so, let me see if the bleeding stopped." I stammered, quickly standing up and taking a few steps back to look at him. I took a closer look and his lips were no longer bleeding, but it was bruised and swollen. I grabbed the ointment and squeezed a small amount of it on my thumb. "Look up." I said and his gaze met mine, I applied the ointment and I saw him winced as he felt the burning sensation. His lips were so soft. Inviting…

With his other hand, he wiped the alluring red blood from the corner of his lips and applied it to my lips as if it was some kind of lipstick. I should feel cringe to have someone’s blood applied on my lips as a branded lipstick, anyone would feel disgusted but I was getting desperate to taste his blood. To know if he has the same blood as me or if it was the pure poison that could kill anyone. I wanted to know if his blood could kill me in the same way he kills me every day if I taste it. Will I get a slow- tormenting death that could pierce every part of my body in every possible fucking way that exists to kill someone or will it be an instant, painless death. A death in which I won’t have

She said concerned as she dropped her phone and tried to clean the blood on my lips with her shirt. My heart was beating profusely as I immediately pulled her into a tight hug. I could feel a tear slip out of my eye.

Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again. I take but a moment to admire her. She has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

"My lady, prostitutes usually use this lip colour stick to get rich and respectable male clients who are not interested in them at the first place. If you kiss a man with this lip colour on your lips, he will lose consciousness in a few seconds, but he will become very sensitive to touch. You can make love with them without them having the ability to rebel or move at the slightest." "But do they still enjoy it?" "Of course they do. It's just that with some types of men who are used to heavy physical activity, like blacksmiths, soldiers, it takes more effort to warm them up." "But this lip colour can still turn them on, right?" "I guarantee it's 100 times more arousing than any aphrodisiac."

It bothered her, it bothered her a lot. His eyes were slightly slanted, he had a sharp jawline and soft looking pink lips that looked like they would feel like pillows against hers. His lips were curled into a cunning smirk as he looked at her, he tilted his head to the side as if to get a better look at her current pathetic state.

It was something else now, something tangled and impossible to name. His cheek still burned from her slap. His lips still throbbed from her kisses and bites. Liam reached for the rearview mirror, wanting only to make sure he did not look ridiculous. Instead, his eyes widened in horror. God. She was right. A bright red lipstick stain remained smeared across his mouth, stark against his tanned masculine skin. “What the hell...” Liam muttered under his breath, quickly rubbing at it with the back of his hand. The stain only spread wider. “Damn it!”

Hard. I brush my lower lip with my fingers. It's bleeding. —Why the hell did you do that, are you an idiot or what?!- I yell at him. Doesn't respond. He corners back to me, kissesing me again. This time he isn't furious, he seems rather desperate, pressing me against his erection with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. He groans, pitifully as he licks my injured lip. Ah, he's hungry. The fight must have left him weak or something. Should I...? No, fuck it! Warm up a bag and leave me alone!

John released her lips. He saw the glimmer of moisture in her eyes, a hint of vulnerability on her face. She clutched his suit tightly with both hands. "You bit me too hard." Her lips were swollen from the kiss, and there was a tiny cut that had turned slightly crimson. "I'm sorry," John apologized. John extended his finger and gently wiped away the bloodstain from her lips. What had once been cherry blossom-colored lips had turned into a vibrant shade of rose.

I have a hard time looking away as I straddle her thighs, but I finally manage. Still holding her throat tightly, I lower my lips to her pussy and begin lapping up the blood from her wound, cradling it on my curled tongue. With my teeth stained red and blood dripping from the corners of my lips, I bring my face to hers and give her a grin, her eyes widening in absolute horror. "Eww, Brixton. Did you really just lick my blood?"