Festering Bloody Finger Novels & Stories

I seethed into his ear, the stench of piss and grime offending my senses. "I... could… show… it… to... your… friend!" He stammered, fear clawing at his throat. My blood boiled furiously, adrenaline and anger fuelling my jealousy. As quick as a flash, my hand gripped his throat, lifting him off the ground. His fingers clawed at the flesh of my hands, tearing my skin. My blood pooled over our hands, making his fingers slip clumsily as they tried to free him from my iron hold. I could feel him trembling under my grasp, tightening my grip on his fragile airways with a sadistic grin.

He pushed a finger inside her p*ssy unexpectedly. "Argh!!!" I screamed. I wasn't this at all. I wasn't expecting any of this. Frederick brought out his hand and it was soaked with my juices. He put the finger into his mouth and licked it, savouring the taste. "You are already soaking wet. Why are you trying to deny it? Don't worry...I'll make you feel good!" Frederick said. "You are a pervert! A fucking disgusting pervert!" "Since you've already called me a pervert then I guess that I have to live up to that name right?" Frederick asked..

“From cooking with you—your fingers fucking me while I try to make dinner. It’s so dirty… so *perfect*.” “That’s the fucking plan, my sovereign,” he rasped, nipping sharply at the claiming bite on my throat until I shivered and arched. His fingers curled deeper, thumb circling my swollen clit with expert pressure, building me higher with every stroke. “My brilliant omega chopping vegetables with her legs spread wide and my thick fingers buried in this greedy, cum-stuffed hole. You’re going to finish these carrots while I finger-fuck you through another orgasm, Rose. Then I’m bending you over this counter again, knotting you properly while the stew finishes simmering. Every flavor in that pot

She continued fingering herself with her three fingers, my long tongue moving round my lips, while it reminisced on how good she had tasted. “Now take in another finger.” She stopped fingering, she bite her lower lip and looked at me, her mouth curving and desperate to safe the safe word. “C’mon baby girl. You know you can take it all in. Do not be a softie.” “She hugged at me and added tow more fingers, this time her five fingers into her pussy howl. This was my first time seeing someone fist herself and it was such a delicious site. Her whole ducked fist entered and she moved it, probably enjoying the moment because she shut her eyes and moved erotically.

"All this cream for your stepbrother. What would your mother say if she knew her sweet daughter was creaming herself for me?" I was shaking, grinding against his hand like a desperate whore. The pleasure was overwhelming. He slid one thick finger inside me, then two, stretching my tight pussy while his thumb tormented my clit. "Look at me while I finger you," he ordered. I forced my eyes open, staring into his cruel, beautiful face as he fingered me faster, curling his fingers against that perfect spot inside me. "You’re going to cum for me, Raven," he commanded, choking me lightly with his other hand. "Cum on your bully stepbrother’s fingers like the filthy little slut you are."

She puffs. “Your finger is bleeding,” I speak, finally. I hold her hand gently and take a look at her bleeding finger. “You call this not getting injured often?” “I-” She pauses. “My finger was stuck when I closed the box. I yanked my hand and the box fell.” “You are so clumsy.” I press her distal phalanx tightly, causing the blood to ooze out even more. Hm…Intoxicating~ My instincts are threatening to overpower my control. An immense desire to suck on her finger to taste a small drop of the crimson liquid gnaws me.

Steam rose from the blood on the ice, then it froze solid, turning dark red. He finished Lu. Crooked, but legible. The second character was Na. By the fourth stroke, his finger wouldn't obey him anymore. Not from pain. His fingers had no feeling left. The muscles were cramping. The finger curled and wouldn't straighten. He used his left hand to grab his right hand and force the finger straight. The right hand was useless too, the knife still lodged in the shoulder. He grabbed his right thumb with his left hand and pressed it against the ice, stroke by stroke. The thumb had no nail, only thick calluses. It left no mark on the ice. He turned the thumb over and used the edge of the nail. The na

"Didn't you ask me to call you Mum? I will call you every day. I will sing it like a song every day. I'm sorry, Mum. I'm so sorry. I should have called you that way. What should I do? Please, wake up!" Madam Frost... Please... "Who made this pasta and bacon?" The doctor's voice drifted into my ears amidst my cries, and I raised my eyes slightly to meet his. "They are poisoned." He added.

"Just make sure you don't kill him. I still need people to finish my missions." "Of course!" the cunning-looking disciple smiled faintly, and he swiftly pointed the finger at Caspian's chest, “The Falling Star Finger!" A finger swept across, and even the air was torn open, causing an ear-splitting blast. The finger could easily poke a hole through a steel bar as wide as a palm. This disciple's movements were extremely fast, but it was as slow as a snail in Caspian's eyes. Moreover, the disciple's attitude fully angered Caspian.

I try to free my wrist from the restraints even though I know it's useless, and I can't do anything about Toshiro's fingers abusing my pussy, especially since the other men laughed at my pathetic attempt, making me cry as drool and tears mix on my face, dripping down the sides of my mouth and eyes. This only made him agitated as he quickens his pace on my pussy, aggressively fucking his fingers in me while making squelching noises, almost like slapping my pussy while pounding my hole. I was so dizzy from the previous endless orgasms that I didn't even notice I was already squirting on Toshiro's fingers. "Squirted for the second fucking time," Toshiro stuck his tongue out playfully as he look