Can't Use Festering Bloody Finger Novels & Stories

Ambrose had punctured her finger with his teeth. Larissa retracted her finger out of reflex but to no avail. Ambrose had a firm grip on her hand. Shortly after, Ambrose licked her wound. "Okay, this will do." Larissa retracted her hand in embarrassment. "Why did you bite my finger!" Ambrose blinked innocently and said, "Didn't you say that I can't bite your lips and neck?" Larissa had admittedly said that. Ambrose said naturally, "So, I can only bite your fingers."

And to do that, I had to think of something fast until I recalled what I’d read in the Bloody Saint book—my blood. “I have to try it.” With conviction, I mumbled and began trying what I’d read. In the Bloody Saint book, it stated that whenever the gap between the two blood manipulations became huge during cultivation, the mate’s blood was greatly recommended until it was no longer needed. Without hesitation, I cut the tips of my fingers to release a small amount of blood, and with a creative mind, I imagined my blood slowly extracted from my fingertips. I let it mix with the Moonlight, and by adding enough of my blood, the faint yellow glow turned into gold. It indicated a perfect combinatio

I growl in approval of her reaction to the pounding I was giving her ass. I decide to remove my cock from her ass and replaced it with my fist. I drove my fist all the way to my elbow, deep inside her ass, sliding it in and out rough and fast, making blue blood start to ooze out of her ass. Candice starts to scream, “N-no!” while trying to escape my hold. I held her down in position so she could not run. I have her in a torturous and painful position right now. The pain Candice is feeling is excruciating. She would have me kill her rather than feel this torture. She starts to shake as I pierce her lower back with my fangs, drinking from her. I relish Jessblue’s blood mixed with hers as I que

Kate was ready to make a move. She slowly and quietly stretched to reach the sharp pocket knife. As she was about to get grip on the knife, a strong leg kicked her finger and the knife away. She screamed in pain as she was certain that at least two of her fingers were broken.

She puffs. “Your finger is bleeding,” I speak, finally. I hold her hand gently and take a look at her bleeding finger. “You call this not getting injured often?” “I-” She pauses. “My finger was stuck when I closed the box. I yanked my hand and the box fell.” “You are so clumsy.” I press her distal phalanx tightly, causing the blood to ooze out even more. Hm…Intoxicating~ My instincts are threatening to overpower my control. An immense desire to suck on her finger to taste a small drop of the crimson liquid gnaws me.

With no tissue to wipe the blood, she stared at her hand and the rose thorns embedded in it, her voice choked, "Why are you so fierce? Couldn't you have said something first? Do you think I wouldn't give them to you? ..." She complained for a long time, Caesar leaned over and reached out, "Let me see." Lola became angry, stepping back and shouting, "No! Caesar, you stinky bastard!" Caesar said, "If you don't remove the thorns from your fingers, the wound will worsen and fester—" Before he could finish, Lola muttered curses and extended her hand to him again. Her tear-streaked face was still wet, her eyelashes clumped together, and the faint scent of blood mixed with jasmine lingered on her f

I was straddling him now, trying my best to pin him down. My legs hooked in a vice grip around his torso, and his jaw clenched as he tried to release the wooden stakes I had in my hand, which I wanted to poke in his eye, "Let it go!" He gritted, trying to wry my fingers from it, struggling with the pain from my extended claws tearing through the sleeve of his shirt, piercing his skin and drawing blood till I felt it trickle down our arms.

Fuyu growled at him, anger and frustration seeping from his voice. “You should get to them, Alpha; they need you too.” She smiled creepily at us before lowering her hands to gently pull up her gown and smudge her index finger with blood. Then, with her eyes still stuck on Fuyu and a grin on her face, she licked her bloodstained finger, the black veins on her skin pulsating even more. “They don't have much time either.”

Pulling them out, the burning sensation turned into complete numbness. My eyes looked in wonder at the viscous mess that covered my fingers. The thick black slime started to move and crawl up my fingertips. Suddenly, I realized that I hadn’t found it. It had called to me and like an idiot, I’d given it exactly what it wanted. All the times Sophie and Fiona warned me ran through my mind as I frantically tried to wipe the slime off my hand.

He mutters under his breath and walks back to his room. I peel off the oversize jacket and make my way into the small kitchen to prepare dinner. But, it is so hard to concentrate when all that I see in my mind’s eye is the James mother. I don’t know what kind of state I would find my pack when I get back, and now all my effort are proving futile. Sudden pain brings me back to the present. I look down at my hand to see blood flowing out of my index finger. “Fuck.” I hiss, hurriedly dipping my hand into a bowl of water. The content of the bowl turns red immediately. My stomach churns when I see the exposed bone of my finger. I sigh, another scar.