Foot Lick Story Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted to the walls as I pushed on them, “Scarlett, the walls are plexiglass, we can use your claws to sink into it, climb to the top maybe figure out a way before I have to tread water to keep us from drowning.” The first attempt to sink her claws into the plexiglass failed, but I used more force the second time and it worked, we made it to the top and that’s when panic ran through me. It wasn’t my panic, it was pouring through my mate bond, Christen was panicking. I almost lost my grip as the realization hit me that something was wrong with Lilly. When she had got wolfpox, he froze in her doorway and I saw the panic in his eyes, the same panic I was now feeling coming from him.

Her words of her lecture fell on deaf ears as Aaron and Lily only heard the part where she agreed to let them keep the dog. “Let’s call her Snowflake.” Lily declared as she began to twirl around the bathroom with her brother, Snowflake nipping at their feet. Cassie couldn’t help but join in on the celebration. Soon, there was a resounding laughter in the Peters’ house.

My voice cracked as tears streamed down my face. The massive wolf stepped closer. I could feel its hot breath brush my face. Compared to its towering frame, I felt so small, so fragile. It didn’t attack. Instead, it stepped back and lifted its head to the sky, letting out a deep, haunting howl. Seconds later, it came back to me. I held my breath, bracing myself again. But instead of hurting me, it bent down… and started licking my swollen, broken ankle. Its tongue was rough and warm, heavy with saliva. But as it finished, the pain vanished. I blinked. Was this real?

"Stories?" She looked up with a small smile, her eyes far away. "My mother used to tell incredible stories about her and my father. All mates actually. When I was young. I believed every word she said, but as I grew up, I realized how impossible it could be. How ridiculous it sounded. She would say how my dad would heal the smallest of her wounds by kissing them. He hated her having scars so he would heal them as soon as possible. I guess he would actually lick them. Kissing is easier to explain to a child I guess." Her eyes sparkled sadly as she relived a memory, touching the new scars on her side with the black pad of her paw. Larkin fell silent. Though it sounded silly, I couldn't believe

In one swift move, she let go of her grasp around his wrist… Austin felt a force coming toward his stomach before his whole body was thrown forward uncontrollably. "Ah!" When he fell hard to the ground, he cried out and kicked up a layer of dust. “Mr. Fike, I think there's something wrong with your memory." Lily turned around with her hands on the door as she looked down at him on the ground. "Wasn't it you who reached out to grab me first? Take my advice and go for a check-up in the hospital for your brain. After all, doctors can't heal themselves!"

he nearly shouted. “Toenails like a wolf?” She guessed with all sincerity. “I had a friend who had horrid looking toenails. Black and crusty. The dead skin on his heels was white and hard. Don’t worry. I won’t look even though it wouldn’t be something I haven’t seen before.” “I have you know I do not have ugly feet – or wolf toenails, thank you,” Blake said, insulted. “Oh. Then . . . what’s the problem?” “Nothing,” he said quickly and began kicking off his shoes. Then he bent down and began to quickly remove his socks. “See?” he said as he pointed to his large, yet clean and ash free feet. “My feet are fine.”

Most women's feet hurt from a day in stilettos and I figured this would be an unexpected treat. After a couple of minutes of toe sucking, I moved my lips down to the arch of her foot, where I kissed and licked and sucked the gentle curves of her underfoot. When I moved in on her heel, I opened my mouth wide and pretended to eat it like an apple, my teeth scraping lightly around its circumference.

With teary eyes I shook my head " I think I twist my feet " " Let me check " he tried to touch my feet . " No… don't " I yell in fear . He looked up " don't worry I know what I am doing " his soulful gaze made me believe his words . Nodding my head giving permission . Softly he touched my feet . I close my tear filled eyes Slowly he pressed my feet trying to check something " don't worry it's not fractured " he informed like an expert . " I used to play football , I am used to this type of situation " he answered my unasked question.

of the horses, an action that moved Dish Boggett to scorn. “Half the remuda will run off once they see him flop that lip,” he said. Augustus was inspecting the feet of his main horse, a large buckskin he called old Malaria, not a graceful mount but a reliable one. “It might surprise you, Dish,” he said, “but Lippy was once a considerable hand. I wouldn’t talk if I were you. You may end up with a hole in your own stomach and have to play whorehouse piano for a living.” “If I do I’ll starve,” Dish said. “I never had the opportunity of piano lessons.” Once it was clear he was not going to be constantly affronted by the sight of Jake and Lorena, Dish’s mood improved a little. Since they were tr

“Then it is officially a play dress now.” She considered that, then nodded solemnly. “That makes sense.” I sat with them for a while longer, listening to their stories, about lessons, about shifting mishaps, and about who was fastest and who cheated during races. One little girl proudly told me she had shifted her claws for the first time last week and scratched a table leg by accident. “My mother was not happy,” she said. “I imagine the table was even less happy,” I replied. And they all broke into laughter, including me who found them all very cute.