Blue Veins Under My Tongue นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She saw all the veins in his neck stand out like thick cords as he held on. “I’ve got you,” he said through clenched teeth. “Don’t…don’t look down.” June’s curiosity got the better of her. She looked anyway. The entire ocean floor was visible under the swirling water—and there, rising out of the black sand, was another tree, made from blue glass.

It was his tongue! Bleu was using his ti hue to lick me down there. I feel even more blood gather at my chest area and even all the way down to my alps. I thought that I looked flushed before but now, it was like some one had deemed it necessary to pour red paint at different points of my body. “”B-Bleu stop” I whisper as I try to lift myself up but it was to no avail as his huge hand was still holding down my waist and preventing me from being able to move even an inch.

I watched as his tongue gathered the blood and spread it across the veins on my shoulder and neck. This time, the veins extended down my left arm and were more extensive compared to last night. They were fairly extensive this time. That fact alone caused my heart to pound against my chest harder. His canines dragged down one of the thickest veins to get it all. His tongue swept up it, sealing it. It did not feel euphoric this time, thankfully, because it was not the time nor place to get turned on. I felt the veins receding, slithering back into the puncture wounds. My chest could breathe better after each inch they slithered backwards. He did one last check over my body before he licked my

Walking into the bathroom connecting to the living room next and next to the washroom I stop at the counter. Turning I pulled back up the back of my shirt and looked at it wide eyed “shit” I whispered looking at the large purple shaded bruise that seemed to spread over my lower back red like veins peeking out behind it trailing upward. ‘That explains the burning feeling I guess’ I thought while looking at the veins. Taking in a few deep breaths I watch how the veins move under my skin turning slightly black. “Is that normal?” Sebastian asked from next to me, causing me to jump a little.

What had once been a faint discoloration had deepened into something unmistakable. A crescent curved along the side of my neck just below my jaw, its edges soft and blurred like a bruise blooming beneath the skin. The color settled into shades of deep indigo and muted violet, darker toward the outer arc, where the shape sharpened into faint, clawed ridges. The curve looked almost like a storm-wind sweeping across my throat. At the center of the crescent, a narrow lightning vein cut downward. It was thin, jagged, pale silver against the darker tones surrounding it. Not bright enough to glow, but bright enough that the shape stood out sharply if someone looked closely.

Finished. His palm was pressed to the door seam. The silver-white light leaked between his fingers, shining onto the back of his hand. The skin on the back of his hand was thin as paper. The blue veins beneath were visible. There was hardly any blood left flowing in them. He waited for a moment.

A low exhale escaped him, the only sign I’d affected him at all. I did it again, longer this time, dragging my tongue up the underside, tracing the thick vein that pulsed under the skin. When I reached the head, I circled it slowly, teasing the sensitive ridge, flicking the slit before sucking it into my mouth with soft, wet pulls.