Festering Bloody Finger Not Working Novels & Stories

I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick. “Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.” Lila first. I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching. She moans, spreading wider. Then my thumb. Knuckles deep. I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside. She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing. “Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!” I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.

I bent over dapping my fingers in the blood, inhaling the long-forgotten scent of Fenrir blood. It's time to go home.

"You're hurting me, your hand is too big." "Really? Big now, isn't it?" he said as he put his forearm against my back to press me harder against the door. "If you can't stand my fingers, much less will you stand my big cock." My cousin was aggressively pumping his fingers in and out of my ass as my moans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. Fernando was circling his fingers inside my ass in search of something, rubbing his fingers over everything in his path until he touched a spot just as he was pulling his fingers out.

My hands fell from my mouth before I caught myself and pressed them back, a muffled sound tearing through my throat that I barely contained it. The stretch across my rim was at the absolute limit of what I could hold without crying and Tavian worked all three fingers in tandem without reducing the pace. “That’s just three fingers, Little Wolf.” His voice was completely steady. “Tip of the iceberg.” He finger-fucked me with all three until my vision had softened at the edges and my legs were shaking and I couldn’t track time anymore. Then he pulled back to one. His middle finger only, buried deep, curling on each stroke, rubbing a specific spot that made my cock pulse against the wall in fron

It feels like my finger is being roasted itself! Sadly, there was no tap or source of water in the room. Meanwhile, my finger had already turned red and swollen from that one touch. So, I decided! I don't care about anything, all I need is water! I ran, attempting to walk out of the room, without caring about what Alpha Xander or the Omegas would think. I mean, my finger will obviously explode and burn to ashes if the hot feeling continues. I rushed past Alpha Xander and bumped into him. Hitting his body added to the pain. It was like hitting a pile of blocks. I managed to reach the landing and rush into the kitchen.

I howled in pain as stevia came in contact with my skin. “Don’t act, Alex. Even a human would not be hurt as much as you are howling by such a small fall. You won’t get any sympathy from me through your overdramatic act.” She shouted and banged the door shut. I lay there writhing in pain as the stevia burned through my flesh. It felt hotter than the lava, fiercer than the inferno of hell. I was blinded by the pain to a level that I couldn't think about anything.

Then his eyes fell on the able bodied man, that still appeared to be unconscious, he arched an eyebrow and looked at Alice again. He raised a finger cautiously as if asking for permission to get a better look at his man that was down, then carefully and slowly he walked across the room, and squatted in front of the thug, then by placing two fingers on the man's wrist, one above his nostril, and a slight raise of the man's eyelids, Fasting had his answer. He did all this carefully, examining the thug as if he were a doctor.

My foot continues to wiggle. "By the time Butcher is done with the fingers on your right hand and you still don't tell me what I want to hear...." I pause for a dramatic effect. "He'll chop off the fingers on your left and I know you're left-handed. How do you want to run your filthy broke-ass bakery with no fingers?" I taunt. He continues to whimper and tremble. Humans! So weak-minded.

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I slipped it on her three middle fingers. "These are what you call three kings. They can get very hot or very cold depending on how you want them to be. It's used to treat unruly veins in a soldier's fingers to get them working again but in your case, we can use them today to cut off these fingers, I guess you can just find another way to touch our son." "Please Charles no, don't do this, I'm telling you the truth." Baby's begging begins as her tears start to fall. I tested the theory of mentioning our son would make her bend right away. Seeing her tied down and helpless, made me hard underneath.