Blue Veins Under My Tongue Novels & Stories

"You are losing your mind..." Malakor stopped. He looked down at his own bare hands, which were beginning to tremble with fine, violent spastic twitches. Vespera looked closely at his neck. Her stomach dropped into a cold, sickening pit. Despite the massive, intoxicating extraction they had shared on this very rug hours ago, thin, faint traceries of black veins were already beginning to reappear at the base of his throat. They were fainter than before, but they were creeping back with alarming, unnatural speed.

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.

I wanted to catch it with my tongue before it dropped. Pale blue veins stood out everywhere, thick and raised like ropes under the dark surface. The biggest one ran straight along the bottom, pulsing slow and strong, feeding right into that wide, angry head. Every time his heart beat I could see it jump a little, making the whole length lift and settle again. It looked powerful. Heavy. Too big to just look at. My mouth went dry and wet at the same time. I couldn’t blink. I didn’t want to. My breath came out shaky. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for yet, just more of it, closer, filling my pussy. I wanted it in me. Its huge length against my tight hole, stretching me

I noticed something by the side of his neck and I touched his chin but turned his head to the side, exposing his neck to me. "These are," I trailed off. There were red dots on his neck and they looked like bruises from a pinch but what got my attention more was that the veins that were visible had a strange colour. "What is he doing to you?" I whispered, feeling a twinge of guilt in my chest without realising it. I let go of him when I saw he was watching me closely. "Is this you being concerned or you being curious?" He wondered. "This is me being cautious," the veins looked dull and had a silver colour. Just what kind of deal did he make with Norton that he was still in here or did that ba

The words are garbled because of my swollen tongue, but he understands me anyway. "Drink your water." I take another sip just because the cold is soothing. He rounds the counter and stands right in front of me. He doesn't touch me yet. He hooks a finger under my chin. "Open. Show me." I open. He looks at the tongue bar. The steel is set high in the centre and a little to the left because the piercer wanted to avoid a vein. The ball is matte titanium. He looks at it without touching me. I can hear his breath go shorter.

The wind had a metallic tang, cold and heavy. "My skin—Kaelor, look." Aradaa shoved his sleeve up. His veins weren't blue anymore. They were bright, molten silver, pulsing in time with the slow crawl of the moon across the sun. The glow was bright enough to cast shadows against the peeling wallpaper.

Didn’t look away. Neither did I. Until I couldn’t take the way my stomach fluttered, the way heat bloomed beneath my skin. I looked down, breath catching in my throat. His hand moved to untangle mine from his shoulder—and then stilled. He was staring at my forearm. At the vein. Dark and thin, spidering from just beneath the skin. Not green. Not purple. Black. I thought that vanished before. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, not hard, but firm. Possessive.

BLADE pulled her tongue out and put a tongue clamp on it, then connected that to her nipple clamps. If she pulls back her tongue, she will pull the clamps that are on her nipples. She let out soft whimpers, and she can feel the cold air drying the tip of her tongue while she drools uncontrollably. He grins at her and stares at her soul with a darkened gaze. Her heart started pounding strongly and could sense he was thinking of doing something menacing, but unsure what it was. Suddenly, he flicked her forehead. Startled, she subconsciously retreated her tongue.

But the moment my eyes met the glass, my blood ran dead cold. Surrounding my collarbone, popping up beneath my pale skin, were thin, black, spider-webbing veins. They looked like dark, ink-filled roots crawling up toward my neck. "What... what is that?!" I shrieked in terror, backing away from the mirror. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head violently, praying that I was just hallucinating from mere exhaustion. I took a deep, shuddering breath, opened my eyes, and looked back into the mirror.

His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were covered with blue veins, his blue irises were surrounded by blood redlining that was slowly eating the blues of his eyes. At this time I was shaking with fear. My hands were trembling uncontrollably as my legs went numb. I didn't realize that I was breathing heavily. I could feel his rage and anger, the vexation I provided him. My eyes darted from his face and fell on his arm slowly afraid of what I might say, that was pinning me against the wall. Oh god! The veins of his arms were darker than blue, one could easily mistake it for black. They were spread throughout his arms like roots.