Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood Romane & Geschichten

I called in pain, but he didn't ask, he stretch his bleeding hand to me. Lick them off. Was he asking me to have his blood again, I have no idea why he asked that of me, if licking every blood off his skin will give him the strength to climb off this place then I will gladly do it. I pulled his arm to lick it. Not there but here. That was when I realized it was the blood coming from his hand, not the worthless blood of those wolves that he had to slay I lower my head and lick off the blood from his wound.

" what is the worst thing than bathing in your own mate's blood ? His wolf ryder aksd him suddenly which made him frozen as he looked at the blood marks on his body .His heart ached as he looked at the wet but still dry blood ." He took his finger and took a glimpse of her blood on his finger and looked at it, He smelt it, pleasure ran through his body as he smelt it, " That why you are scent is so addictive cara , he murmured and he then did the worst , he licked her blood "

but I have a feeling from what I have seen today that my little mate likes to push the limits, which will make for an interesting turn of events. As I’m looking down at her lying on the bed I can’t help but move closer to her, her blood is singing to me and calling to some primal part deep inside myself that I didn’t even know was there. I lean down and inhale her sweet addictive scent, Just a little taste I tell myself she won’t even know. Before I even comprehend what I am doing I find myself licking her wound. And the taste of her blood is enough for me to cum in my pants right this second. I start off with slow small licks just enough to state my hunger, but then it’s like I am consumed

I neared my face to him, could hear a slight quaver from his closed mouth. “I-I t-trying hard b-but I—I-I really d-don’t know, s-s,” A bullet in his head prevented him from speaking further. The room was filled with blood and the fresh one coming out the forehead had my attention. I walked to the dead body and pressed my thumb on the blood to stain it. I ascended my thumb near my face and gave it a lick. The smile overtook my lips and I continued rubbing it with my index finger. “I love this red thing, I can even drink it. It’s an addiction,” I stated before licking the blood out of my fingers.

"As long as her blood doesn't enter your bloodstream directly in significant amounts, yes. Casual intimacy appears safe. Biting that draws small amounts of blood appears safe. Saliva exchange appears safe. Your bodies can handle trace exposure." "But drinking her blood would be lethal," Archer said quietly. "Almost certainly. Even a small amount ingested directly would likely cause severe reactions. Potentially fatal, depending on volume." "So no blood play," Alaric said. "No situations where her blood could enter our systems in quantity. We can still be intimate. Still touch her. Still have a normal relationship. We just avoid direct blood exposure."

She began rubbing a black tar like substance all over my body. “What is that?” I asked. “Vampire blood, Lycans will steer clear of it at all costs. One drop touches their skin and they can’t shift. Ingesting even the tiniest amount will make them violently sick.” She told me, continuing to slather it on my face and arms like a mud mask. Fighting the urge to vomit. “It smells like death.” I said swallowing the bile surging up my throat. She just raised an eyebrow at me as if to say obviously.

while making an annoyed face with my mouth. My focus eventually wandered to the candle that was contained within. I continued to play with it while putting my palm in the middle, and for some inexplicable reason, it did not bother me at all. Perhaps this is a benefit of having vampire blood in your system, right? They are unaffected by minor scrapes or anything else that could potentially be harmful to them. Some are even curing themselves, and I wasn't certain whether or not I was capable of doing the same thing.