Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

She bit herself. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The elderly healer slowly looked back at Sera. The concern in his eyes deepened. That was when another healer suddenly gasped. I immediately turned. Black veins. Thin black veins were spreading beneath the skin of Sera's neck. My heart nearly stopped. "What is that?" The veins appeared for only a second. Then it disappeared completely. Like they had never existed. The room exploded into panic. "What was that?" "I've never seen anything like it."

"Can I?" Her lips pressed together, but she nodded regardless. I focused my attention back on them, reaching my hand to touch one of them, with deep black leaves and purple veins. Recognition flashed in me almost immediately. "Ravenleaf, right?" I glanced at her, "To stop bleeding?" She nodded, though the slight pinching of her brows showed she was not expecting me to know.

“This is my room.” What? His room? I looked around the room in surprise, and that was when I noticed the dark velvet blinds and general masculine theme of the room. “I came over here to check on you, and I kinda dozed off,” he added, then he lifted his knuckles to brush my hair away from my face. “How do you feel?” He added moments later, a melancholic light filtering into his eyes as he gazed down at me. I’d just opened my mouth to respond, when I noticed the caked redness around his knuckles.

Then I held him, running my tongue up the side of his shaft to taste the sweat on that impossibly soft skin as my other hand cupped his balls. I ran my tongue from the underside base of his shaft to the head, taking my time to feel every bump from his veins. The soft, dual pressure from the underside of his glans encouraged me to push my tongue against the sensitive spot of his frenulum, then around, feeling every part of the ridge of his glans, before finally finding the very tip. I did this several times. Each time his hands clenched into the bedspread, and each time I grew wetter. Blue let out a soft gasp. His groan turned me on and made me eager to hear him let more out. I enjoyed knowin

He whispered. Without wasting another second, I plunged myself closer to the bed and set Blake’s fragile lips apart with one finger before I placed my wrist between his teeth and my blood flowed down his throat. Gently, he sucked even more with his tongue. Until his eyes glowed red and there were veins shooting up from his neck.

Mason shrugged out of his jacket, and I had a hard time keeping from drooling as I stared at his back. His shoulders were broad, and his waist tapered in but not dramatically so. His shirt was navy blue and thin enough to show every rippling muscle beneath the fabric as he moved. His shoulder blades were prominent, and I let my gaze wander down his arms, which were thick with muscle and lined with veins that disappeared beneath the sleeves of his shirt. Ginny nudged me. “Put your tongue back in your mouth, girl.” I slapped my mouth closed and felt my cheeks begin to burn. Horrified that I’d been so unaware of myself, I thanked her for sparing me the embarrassment.

The veins on my temples are protruding and I can feel my pulse when I touch the spots. She's staring at me with those eyes full of pity again. "Blake, I beg you. Just drink it. Even if it's just one glass. Look at you, you're dehydrated. You could collapse any moment. You need to drink some water, please," she begs as she pushes the glass back to me and I sigh heavily.

I explained. While I spoke, his face changed from blank to surprised, followed by a portion of relief and then to anger. He made me take a step back in surprise when he stood and loomed over me. I tilted my head to look at him. His black hair hung away from his dark blue eyes. I gasped and blinked repeatedly at the black veins that seemed to move slowly under his eyes. They were pulsing black underneath his skin. It was frightening and then of course, he had to open his mouth and show me those sharp long pearly whites.

Eyes wide, I gulp at the intensity of what I ignored till now, hoping or deluding myself it would heal sooner or later and that I'd get through. The wound is not bleeding, but it did not heal. Instead of red I find black. The edges of the gushes are turning purple, horrifying black veins spidering out from from them, like veins of a hollow tree. They continue far away from the cut, up to the end of my third last rib. It has been only been two hours. How could it have gotten this worse? As if my body registers the penetration the same time I do, a gurgle bubbles it's way up my throat and I empty whatever it is in the basin.

I hissed and looked around us in case anyone heard it. Trei simply laughed and didn’t seem offended. “It’s fine. We’re all used to it that it doesn’t bother us anymore.” He says, then he looked at Byron. “Unfortunately, this is the skin that I am born with. The blue skin that you saw before only appears when I am underwater.” “How is that possible?” I asked.