Cartman Licking Tears Novels & Stories

Vega screamed even louder, only to wake up from a nightmare. She breathed heavily, and her heart raced badly. It was just a dream, she thought, but the dream seemed so real. Suddenly, she felt something on her eyes, and when she placed her hands on it, she was shocked to find out it was tears. Did she cry for real? "oh no." This wasn't to be taken lightly, this was her first time dreaming about something so dreadful that she cried into reality. "Jackie?" She mind linked her wolf immediately. Her wolf responded just as quickly.

Is she crying because of the kiss or because… But I don't think about it as I lean closer. I just want to make it stop. So strange. I take her head between my palm, my tongue peeking out as I catch a drop of tears with my tongue. I pull her closer to my body, one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her waist as I catch each drop of tears that falls from her eyes and literally licks her face. Fuck me. Then, I lean back. Her sobs are soft hiccups now. Little broken breaths, wet sniffs, the kind of quiet that feels louder than a scream.

All I could think about was how Slade's hands felt hot around my skin and how a stupid part of my mind wondered if that was how he'd feel if he touched every part of me. “You could have it all…” he continued, a finger going up to swipe a big fat tear rolling down my cheek and then he did something shocking—he withdrew his hand, his gaze still locked on mine, and popped that finger into his mouth, licking off my tear while watching me with that same intensity. “Everything…”

I ran my hands up the side of her body, caressing her curves with my hands. “Why are you do-doing this to m-me?” Her words came out broken and I turned her around to see tears clouding those sapphire eyes. I ran my fingers up to her tears and captured one, then licked my finger as I looked at her, “ Do you know that you’re hot when you cry? I just want to lick up your tears and savor them on my tongue. Bella, Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

I say it in barely more than a whisper, but I know he can hear me. He begins licking the tears off my face. He continues until my tears stop falling and I settle. My hands are still running through his fur. There is something calming about running your hands over an animal, the repetitive motion relaxing you over time. Cyran is patient with me, allowing me the time I need to calm down. “I’m okay now. You don’t have to stay.” I tell him. He lifts his head and looks at me, huffing at me before licking my nose again and laying his large head back down on my chest.

Gasping, I find myself being whirled around to face Fineon, and before I can even react, his fingers are tracing the skin of my cheek up to just under my eye, where a single tear had managed to escape. "I don’t think I am." He smirks, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking the tear. "That is definitely a tear; shall I help you cheer up?"

I explain. When a tear rolls down her cheek, I swipe it with my thumb. Please be happy tears, please. Her lip trembles, and I’m not totally sure. Her eyes blink black and it startles me. I know from the script they do that when their animal wants to be seen, represented. Otherwise, I’d probably be pissing myself right now cause this is freaky as fuck. I have no fucking idea if its the right thing to do, and I don’t want to compare Hailey to Scotch but my hands move on their own and rub over her ears. I swear to God I can then feel her purring. Literally purring.

Tears started to sting my eyes and leak into my palms. “Hey, it’s okay.” Carter rubbed my back soothingly. “I know it’s a lot to take in, especially considering you’re a human too. It’s probably really overwhelming.” He cooed gently. I whimpered and backed away from his touch, my head lifting towards the ceiling trying to keep the tears in. I pulled my hands away from my face to see Carter's worried face which made the tears fall harder. “Why do you have to be so good to me...” A sob left my lips.

Stupid, stupid tears. 3 But then I felt it. A familiar warmth and a soothing musky smell that was all man. Leo's arms circled my small, cold frame. My lungs started working again with a giant gasp and the waterwork began. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him tightly to me. My tears soaked his sweater as his fingers rubbed my scalp soothingly. He patiently held me as my tears ran dry, pressing his lips to my hair once in a while. After what seemed like forever, I finally calmed down. My sobs reduced into hiccups and soft gasps. Pulling away from him, I braced myself and looked up.

“Do you still want to go?” Tears flood my vision. But it's not because I'm in pain. The burning desire that ignites in my cunt spreads through my body, seeps out of every slutty pore on my skin… Forms a load of hot creamy wetness that pumps out of my pussy, sticking my soft organ to my pants. And my eyes, they keep tearing up. “I thought as much.” He chuckles and bites! “Oh. Fuck…” I slap my palm to my lips to shut myself up.