Festering Bloody Finger Novels & Stories

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

'Make me confess with your hand inside me. He chuckled darkly, two fingers plunging in without preamble, thick and insistent, stretching my walls. I cried out, gripping the desk's edges as he pumped them deep, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside. His thumb circled my clit, rough and unyielding, while his other hand slapped my breast, the fleshy mound jiggling from the impact. 'Pray, Maureen. Tell God how much you love being finger-fucked by your priest.'

Frank saw us looking at each other, and immediately started to tease me. “ Like me? She’s like a sister” I spoke. “ A sister? You don’t even share the same blood?”. He spoke back. “ Blood? “ He giggled , “ bro! You don‘t share the same blood, don‘t be silly?”. He pressed his hand on my forehead and smiled. “ Yeah! You’re the silly one “ I said, playfully removing his hand from touching my hair. What a stupid and overly weird thing to say; Lilla and I practically grew up in the same House, it‘s evident that she too sees me as her brother, even though we don‘t share the same blood.

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He soon smashed into the ground, his body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably. Cold sweat bathed his entire injured body. A wretched expression colored his pale face. He was crippled! Just like that! “Aaaaagh!” “What’s going on here?” “What the hell is going on here?” “Did he just cripple Senior Foster with one finger?!” “Did Senior Foster underestimate his opponent?!” The women were all filled with utter disbelief. Senior Foster was a King of Arms at his peak! How could he not even block a single move? Ken’s expression changed slightly at this. He thought of another possibility.

He fisted his fingers, habitually and his knuckles turned white from the strength of his tightness. An Image flickered through my mind, images burned onto the back of my lids, visions of fair skin under my fingers, and an arrogant mouth crashed to mine. It was Romeo’s memories from that day. Motherfucker, still disturbing me while I was in the middle of something hot and steamy.

He changed his tongue with his finger She let out a high pitched moan as his finger penetrated deep into her pûssy. And gently he started thrusting in and out her pûssy hole freely in a slow motion but he increased his finger action on her pus*y, fing*ring her pu**y much faster than usual. He was fingering her In both her pûssy and a$s hole, at the same time and she was going crazy, her hips and whole body jolting uncontrollably

"Disgusting, how disgusting!" Fear, panic and despair flooded me as one of Oher's fingers began to penetrate me, and at that very moment I felt a slight impulse go through my hands, forming small, barely noticeable sparks at the very tips of my fingers. Oher made a small movement of his finger inside me, causing my whole body to flinch; Tears with renewed vigor poured from the corners of his eyes. "It's disgusting, how disgusting I am from what he does!" - muffled sobbing, I thought, closing my eyes, so as not to see the contented face of this man, who continued to caress my bosom with his fingers.

He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do.

She is quite the delicacy' Fucking bastard!