Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up the entire underside, tracing the thick vein from base to tip, savoring the way it pulsed against my tongue. “Fuck,” he hissed, one hand bracing on the tiled wall. I swirled my tongue around the swollen head, licking up the bead of precum that had formed, then sucked just the tip into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks with firm pressure. I bobbed shallowly at first, focusing only on the head, my lips tight around it while my tongue flicked rapidly against the sensitive underside.

“Now, before–” Another cough ripped through me, so violent it dropped me to one knee. My ribs screamed. I spat red onto the hardwood. Both of them froze. “Harley,” Gavin said slowly, “that’s not the bond.” “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said, and rolled up his sleeve. For a second, I didn’t understand what I was looking at. Then the light hit his skin just right, and I saw it. There were dark lines crawling under his flesh, veins gone black like ink spilled through water.

Tying my hair in a ponytail, I headed to the bathroom to wash up but the moment I saw my reflection on the mirror, my feet were rooted on the floor, and my eyes were glued on the dark marks on my right shoulder blade. No, no, how could these marks be here? To get a closer look and to make sure that I was not imagining things, I stepped closer to the mirror. The black marks seemed to resemble tiny veins branching out. It seemed to have started behind my neck and it stopped right on the middle of my shoulder. Could it be poison from the scratch I got yesterday? But if it was poison, I should have at least felt something was wrong in my body but I felt completely normal.

He is comparing data points. He pushes my t-shirt up. "Ciro, don't." "Hush." He exposes my chest to the cool air. He looks at me. In the moonlight, the veins beneath my skin are visible. Blue rivers mapping a new landscape. They are darker than usual. More prominent. He traces one with his finger. A cool, rough line of sensation. "You feel... different," he whispers. He looks at the nipple. It is darker. Larger. He brushes it with his thumb.

A dark vein appeared on his neck, spread toward his jaw, and then ran down beneath his shirt like a poisonous root seeking fertile soil. “What are you doing?” I asked, fascinated. Talus raised a hand, and a small needle of black light appeared between his fingers. “I’m going to remove the troublesome part,” the old wizard said without hesitation. “His tongue?” I asked with interest. “His will,” Talus said with a smile. “His tongue will still be useful to us.”

VIVIENNE pov I stared at the mirror like it owed me money. Naked. Full-frontal and no mercy. The black veins had retreated to thin, ugly spiderwebs under my skin, mostly arms, thighs, ribs, a nasty crown creeping up my throat like some gothic tattoo gone wrong.

I reached down and yanked the fabric out of the way. He swelled instantly in the cool air of the room, the thick blue veins along the shaft pulsing with every thud of his heart. I leaned down until my nose almost touched the head. I blew on it. The muscle jumped. I flicked the tip with the very end of my tongue, tasting the sharp, bitter drop of pre-come. Adriel groaned, a deep, rattling sound that came from his chest. I let my tongue slide down the underside, tracing the thick vein until I hit his balls. They were tight, heavy, and hot against my skin. I cupped them in my palm, feeling the weight of him, memorising the exact shape of his body under my hands.

Not hostile, but something hung in the air, it made my stomach tighten. *** The patient grew worse. His breathing became more ragged. His skin took on a grayish tint, sweat soaked through his tunic. I checked his arm again. The discoloration had spread, black veins now crawled up his forearm, pulsing faintly beneath the skin. I had never seen anything like it. "Everyone stop." The room went quiet. Elara came closer, she bent down beside me, her eyes narrowing. "What is that?" "I don't know." Maelis stepped forward. She looked at the veins, the pulsing darkness, the way the skin around them had begun to wither.

"Check your chest. Now." My hand flew to my sternum before I was even fully awake. I sucked in a breath. It rattled like a bag of dry gravel. The brand—the jagged 'X'—didn't just glow anymore. The skin around it had turned a sick, necrotic purple. Black veins branched out from the center, crawling toward my collarbone like ink dropped in water. It pulsed. A low, wet throb that made my vision swim with static.

My mother didn't even have time to cry out. As I drank, the changes became visible. My brown hair darkened strand by strand, transforming into that unnatural burgundy shade I'd grown up hating. My eyes burned as they shifted from ordinary brown to that eerie emerald green. The black veins under my skin pulsed with each swallow of the midwife's blood.