Festering Bloody Finger Novels & Stories

“I’m gonna stretch you open today. You filthy girl .” I pushed a third finger in. The stretch burned in the best way, my cunt gripping and fluttering around the intrusion. My thumb found my clit and rubbed hard, wet circles. My legs were already shaking. I had to lean a shoulder against the doorframe to stay upright. The wet sound of my fingers pumping in and out of myself filled the small space between the door and the bed, mixing with the heavier, filthier sound of his fist.

Alexander reached for the knife that stuck out of the man’s hand like an extra finger. He flicked it with his fingers and enjoyed how it made the man cry out in agony. The cutlery bounced to the sides a few more times before it stopped moving all together. “You should sign, when I’m being nice. You and the Guerriero family go way back Pietro, I would really hate having to use my methods to get you to sign.” Alexander said with a frown, then reached for the knife again but this time he twisted, anti clockwise, making Pietro cry out louder…snot and tears mixed together, already dripping down his flushed face.

"He took his beefy middle finger and delicately ran it over my trembling wetness. I sobbed for some contact. Snatching his hand I roughly pushed his thick finger inside my dripping wetness. It slipped inside. My whole body trembled as Sir gasped at my boldness. It had slipped in without any effort. He suddenly twisted his finger in, knuckle deep. I moaned as my wanton hole clenched around his digit. He quickly pushed in two more of his fat fingers inside. I screamed at his roughness, his fingers filling and stretching me like nothing ever before. The burn made me rock againt his intruding digits as he pumped them in and out vulagrly. I was being fingered by a man my dad's age. The fleeting t

It was only one finger which was rubbing me right now, which most probably belongs to Kevin. I wanted to complain but instead I moaned when I felt Riven’s finger massaging the entrance of my wet core for a little while before he entered his thick finger inside my tight wet p*ssy. His big finger slid in easily as I was so wet for them. Stefan intentionally broke this to hear me moan when his brother’s name, when he removed his finger and thrust it back again at a faster pace. “Ahh! Riven!” I nearly screamed his name while my head fell on Stefan’s hard chest.

I could feel the heat building up again and my insides had begun to erupt with tiny thunderbolts, "you look so fucking beautiful while riding daddy's fingers." He groaned tracing his free thumb over my lips as he thrust his digits in me, "Look at that filthy mouth moaning my name. I wondered how it would look stuffed with my cock, you are going to take it all, yes? With tears streaming down your cheeks as you choke on it while fighting for air because these fingers fucking you would push your head down till you are gagging on my cock."

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.

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.