Blue Veins Under My Tongue 소설 & 이야기

Long, about eight and a half inches, with that upward curve and a throbbing vein underneath. "Fuck, it's beautiful," I breathed, leaning in to lick the bead away, savoring the salty tang as his thighs tensed, a sharp hiss escaping him. "Mmm, so thick. Gonna hit my throat just right." I took him deep, lips stretching, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked, spit dripping messy down my chin.

Black spots danced in and out like they were testing how far they could go before I dropped. I waited it out, counting sheeps slowly in my head until the spinning eased enough for me to stand. Each step toward the mirror felt heavier than it should have. And when I finally looked? I went completely still. The veins had changed though they appear faint and one will miss if you weren’t looking for them. But they were darker now and it wasn’t just around the mark. They’d spread slightly witj thin lines branching just beneath the skin creeping downward toward my chest like cracks in glass.

It was strange though, I wasn't in any pain, so then why was I crying? Larry's head turned to the side glancing over his shoulder, cursing beneath his breath. For some reason, my eyes settled on his neck as my hands wrapped around his shoulders. Veins Blue veins, teeming with spark and vitality ran from the underside of his chin to where his shirt shielded his shoulder. I gasped, panicking as I blinked my eyes. Willing the sight away. It wasn't real, that wasn't real. What the hell did I just see?!

The symptoms were exactly as Hazel had described them. All seven of them were unconsciousness, sweating and had black veins under their skin. What confused her though, was the location and spreading of the veins. Six people only had few black veins in the abdominal area, while the seventh… it was hard to find places were he hadn't any. Not that she'd seen their whole bodies herself, but the doctor, an old man with glasses, had described it to her and he had taken off the seventh man shirt to let her see.

against my brutally heated body made me Not when I found myself completely soft on the bed of that strange kingdom, watching me in the ceiling mirror that accompanied the entire length of the bed. My image was depressing, to say the least. As much as the color of the dress didn't help much with its pink and pale tone, my skin no longer contained any color. My eyelids exhibited venous lines that left my entire eye purplish, like dark circles under the eyes of those who haven't slept in a long time. My lips were dry, withered, and my tongue tried from time to time to moisten them, even if there wasn't a drop of saliva in my mouth.

At first I didn’t understand what he was showing me, but then he brought his hand closer to me, and I saw it. Dark veins that ran from his wrist and went inward, forming a spider-web like structure. The colour was so faint that it was barely recognizable, but I think for a fraction of a second…I saw them get darker, bigger, before they almost disappeared from sight. “What was that?” I took his hand in mine, tracing the now blue-looking vein with my fingers, but nothing happened. It was simply gone. “I wish I could tell you.” He shook his head. “But I have no idea.”

When I turned away, I looked up at Elijah, who was looking at me with great concern . "Is everything okay?" I asked, my brows drawn. He wasn't looking into my eyes, or even at my lips. But on my skin. "Ky…" he whispered, and reached for my hand, "your.. Your arms." I looked down and had to bite back a scream. "What the hell?" I muttered as I stared at my arm. Black thin veins, webbed across my skin like cracks of ink. They ran up my forearms, curling over the back of my hands, disappearing under my sleeves and reappearing at my collarbone.

And in the basin below, he saw his severed toes floating in a shallow puddle of blood and rising steam. He inspected the rest of his body. Bruises darkened his abdomen. Clean slice marks crossed his chest, some shallow, some deep enough that he could see the pale edge of muscle beneath torn skin. Along his left arm, veins glowed an unnatural blue beneath the surface. He sucked in a sharp breath. It was poison wrought by sylph magic. His body was fighting it, trying to burn it out from the inside. “Incredible.” The voice rolled through the chamber like distant thunder.

“Yes. I did promise you, didn’t I?” He tilted his head at her. “I said I will make you normal again.” “How? By poking me every day?” “It’s called acupuncture. It’s to test your blood flow.” He frowned at her words. She lifted his hand to her and said, “See, your veins are looking normal again. Instead of being black and blue, it’s becoming a normal color.” He pulled his hand to his face as he looked at the veins. He didn’t even notice that his blood vessels were becoming normal again.

His gaze returns back to the vein pulsating beneath my skin, a raw hunger taking over his expression as he makes his way closer to my neck in slow motion. My arms reach up of their own accord, wrapping around his neck tightly as I pull him in closer to the sweet nectar that lies just below the surface of my skin. His tongue darts out against my vein, sending shivers of arousal to course through my system and my heartrate to pick up speed.