Novel & Cerita Festering Bloody Finger

I felt every single callous on his finger sliding against my sensitive vaginal walls. He pulled his finger out slowly, dragging my slick with it, and then pushed it right back in, deep and hard. "You are too tight," he growled. He added a second finger, stacking it on top of the first. He shoved both fingers deep inside me. I cried out, my legs instinctively clamping down around his thick wrist. "Fenris." "I have to stretch you, Sera," he said. He started pumping his two fingers in and out of me in a rapid, relentless rhythm. "I will tear you in half if I don't."

"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.

“Keep fighting!” Gerey felt like his hands were dipped in red-hot, scalding lava but still, he could bear it's sting. In fact, it was welcomed this time around and his final punch came. With eyes still shut tight, his entire weight rested on his curled toes. His abdomen was throbbing, his head was pounding, his heart was pulsating, but he let it out. A bluish, beautiful flame flew from his fingers, blending with the oxygenated atmosphere. The most beautiful thing Cwena or Sir. Oswic had ever seen all their lives.

“Surely you don’t believe in those tales of sorcerers snatching away pups from their dens to sacrifice them to on the nights of the New Moon?” I felt my neck and ears burn, as my small, tiny world of Bragne flipped over on its head. “Isn’t… Don’t you all know of the Stigma?” I felt stupid as a child trying to explain to adults how the world worked. “Oh? The Stigma? You mean this purple thing that’s all over my body?” Felix pulled down the hood of his cloak and exposed the deep violet veins all over his neck. He rolled up his sleeves and tore off the white bandages that covered his arms. Once again, I saw the veins crawl up and down his brown skin like violet centipedes. I looked away in naus

I can't have you turning rouge on me, sailor, so be truthful". Jack moves me to a sitting posture, but I hear him scurrying away again. It is passed over, he says. "I believe she could also use some." Glass clinking can be heard, and then Jack's hand is once more around my arm. I struggle to free myself, but the needle pierces my skin, and I start to cry as a scorching sensation appears along my vein. "Gotta control your heat, little missy before you drive my friend here crazy," Brian adds

I could smell and taste their flesh in it. "Howl." I howled forcefully at the full moon. "I will now get all the flesh I want in the world." I growled and broke into a run. I ran towards the venue of the festival and attacked all of them unaware, tearing them apart with my fangs and claws and having a taste of their flesh. "This feels so good." I said to myself, biting off the meat from my hands. And that was how I brutally murdered all my pack members. I wanted more meat and I kept wandering through the lands, searching for packs and hoping my wildness would calm down and I'd get free meals provided I came in peace and not killed anyone.

I came hard, screaming his name as my pussy clenched around his fingers, juices flooding his hand. But he wasn’t done. He pulled his fingers out and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes. “I’m going to fist you,” he said, voice rough. “You’re going to take my whole hand like the dirty girl you are.” I moaned at the words, spreading my legs wider. He slicked his hand with my juices and slowly pushed four fingers inside me, then his thumb. The stretch was intense, burning in the most delicious way as he worked his hand deeper. I cried out, my pussy stretching around his fist as he pushed in until his knuckles were inside me.

“Already trying to milk my fingers. You hate us so much, huh?” I clawed at the table, nails screeching across wood. “Ti odio, pezzo di merda,(I hate you, piece of shit),” I sobbed, half laugh, half moan. “I hope your dick falls off and I use it as a keychain.” He added a fourth finger, stretching me open, and I saw stars. Ryker appeared on my left, shirt gone, golden skin gleaming, cock out and stroking slow while he watched Kane finger-fuck me mercilessly.

Five spots of blue at the tips of her long fingers. He caught her scent. The smell of curdled blood and sick flesh. The stench of crumbling teeth and a bladder that leaked sour piss. The skin on her fingers had shrunk to the bone, the knuckles round and swollen. And her body was turning white, too white, and looked cold. Every breath from her made his eyes water and his stomach jump.