Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood Novels & Stories

He asked with an eyebrow raised like he just asked me a very important question. "Stop touching my body. I swear it, I'm going to be the death of you. I'm going to kill you with my bare hands." He scoffed and dipped one finger into my folds. It came out dripping with my fluid. I gasped out in horror as it dripped on my thighs. He took the wet finger to his mouth and licked my fluid off it, while holding my gaze. "You are fucking insane!! Are you sure you don't need a damn check up? How can you lick that??"

I bit my long sleeve to protect myself from the growls that tried to escape. "It's oozing, and your clitoris is becoming more hard. I need to lick it off so it doesn't go inside my car." When he stated that, he sucked the liquid that I thought was coming out, and my entire eye almost went white as a result of what he was doing.

All they see in a red-blooded person is their food. It's so dangerous, that it is contagious among vampires. A simple touch, scratch is enough to infect a healthy vampire. "What are we going to do now?" Luke asked with fear. He is right to fear. It's a dangerous disease for any living and breathing vampire. Even Lucian himself is not an exception. Just then Brass ran into the study. "Not again" Luke muttered. Lucian ignored Luke and looked at Brass seriously. "It's spreading already," Brass said out of breath.

"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.

Making the guy hiss as the blood peeks out “Oh” looking down at his hand just to see the blood coming as it slowly drips down his index finger. Placing the pin over the small box of it over the passenger seat putting his index finger inside his mouth. “I have to be careful even the tiniest things can cause lots of damage too” looking at the rearview mirror the brown eyes staring back at his own. Removing his finger mouth his mouth as he licks over the top of his lips. Staring the car driving off out of the parking lot with a smile over his lips.

Not exhausted—she knew that kind of weight well—but *thick*, as if her blood had turned one shade closer to sludge. She had splashed her face. Bent over the basin. Coughed once. The sound was deeper than a simple clearing of the throat. Wet. She had straightened, wiped at her mouth more from habit than concern, and then glanced down. Red. Not a torrent. Not a flood. Just a fan of tiny droplets along the heel of her hand. For a瞬, her mind refused to make the connection. This happens to other wolves, she thought stupidly. After a bad fight. After a lung-puncture. After poison.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

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.