Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood Novels & Stories

Not anymore. “Wow...” I breathed, staring up at him in disbelief, “How did you do that?” Letting out a small shrug, he quietly explained, “Easy. Our saliva has healing properties.” “Wow...” Eww! I mentally cringed, feeling a little grossed-out as I imagined him and the other...creatures roaming around this house licking each other, startling in my spot as I suddenly felt his warm hands softly gripping my knees, trying to pull me a little closer.

I’m actively ignoring the fact that he licked me earlier, that he tasted my blood like an involuntary and ravenous response to seeing it. Totally… normal… behavior. My fingers skim over my wound, or at least where my wound should be, but find nothing. I leap out of bed and into the bathroom, locking the door firmly before I can blink. Ripping my shirt up, my suspicion is confirmed. Nothing. I slide my fingers over it, poking and prodding, but there is zero sign left of the wound. "Oh… skittles." I've heard of this before, but it can't be.

"I think I killed someone. There was dry blood, and I threw up..." "Shh, it's okay," Luke whispered as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Don't worry, love. I doubt it was a person. Human blood tastes vile," he added with a chuckle. "It was probably just an animal. Only bloodthirsty werewolves go after humans, and that's not you." "What if I wasn't in control...?" "Where did you throw up? Let's go check it out." I nodded and led the way.

Instead, I held my hand up to my face, stuck out my tongue and began to take slow licks. Victor couldn’t have looked any more horrified as he watched me lick off every single trace of her blood on my palm, slowly, savoring the taste of her on my tongue, and making sure there wasn’t a drop left to waste. There was a small, almost lethal silence that followed when I finished. I could smell Victor’s repulsion and fear from a mile away. “I needed you to be here to watch me do this,” I said, looking up at him for the first time since he’d walked in. “I needed you to see what her blood does to me.”

I can’t deny it, the way he says that scrambles my brain. Still, I tug his shirt up and immediately notice a thin lash racing up one side of his abs. It isn’t too deep, but it must hurt. My wolf always gets a little strange when I’m turned on and there’s blood involved. A low moan slips out of me as I lean down and start licking from his waist, following the line of the wound with slow strokes of my tongue. I know there are more injuries, I can smell them, but I focus on this one, licking carefully, hoping the protective enzymes in my saliva will help ease the pain.

the little kid mumbled and then bounced back over to me, crawling into my lap with a huge smile. "We don't eat our own kind, it's not healthy." I let him know instantly. "We'd have to puke the blood up quickly if we consumed wholes of it." "That's why we treat the humans so greatly because they're the only thing we can feed off of and not get a tummy ache." "Even drinking from your mate can be unhealthy, especially if you're just drinking from each other, eventually you're drinking your own blood." "I know what we'll do," Lyle said quickly. "I have the best idea about how we'll get rid of the resistance this time."

I reply, and he looks back at the girl, then away, and I smile. “Well…” I begin as I press the red end of my cigar against my chest, and Sal’s eyes are wide as he watches me. Blood begins to trickle out of the new wound, and I stare at the beautiful red liquid before taking my fingers up to it. I clean up the blood and take my finger to my lips. I lick it clean, and as the bronzy taste of blood settles on my tongue, and delectible shiver runs down my spine. “Ugh…” I moan as my head rolls back. Lick my other finger, and when I open my eyes, I find Sal gawking at me in pure mortification. A sight that causes me to chuckle.

I faked a cough and shook my head. "He won't know. Just… I just want to confirm something. It's not like I want to hurt myself either," I said helplessly, stepping closer to him. "You're going to get me killed!" Jack exclaimed. I raised my hand, and the blood dripped to my wrist. "I order you, Jack. Lick my blood." Jack paused then let out a growl as he knelt on one knee, held my wrist, and started licking my blood. I stared at my finger as he licked it, frowning.

Lina screamed before hitting the floor and cutting her lips as she fell face down on the cold tile floor. “Fuck!” She wiped the blood that trickled from the corner of her lips and gagged when she tasted the coppery taste of her own blood. She stopped herself from spitting on the floor. ‘Disgusting!’ She thought to herself as she swallowed the blood and saliva that pooled inside her mouth.

Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk. The text record ends here and does not state how it ended up. I consulted books on vampire research and according to them, while vampires will suck the blood of humans or animals, they will not suck the blood of their own kind. Because the blood of the same kind will be repulsive to their bodies. The end result is to kill the vampire. But I don't understand who is going to do that and what is the reason? I stayed in the study all night, not knowing when I was sleepy enough to fall asleep.