روايات وقصص ضمن Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood

I have a hard time looking away as I straddle her thighs, but I finally manage. Still holding her throat tightly, I lower my lips to her pussy and begin lapping up the blood from her wound, cradling it on my curled tongue. With my teeth stained red and blood dripping from the corners of my lips, I bring my face to hers and give her a grin, her eyes widening in absolute horror. "Eww, Brixton. Did you really just lick my blood?"

And by bracing myself, I sucked up all the blood still flowing from the girl's wound. This girl's red liquid is really~. I felt an unusual sensation after sucking Ivanna's blood. It was like an addiction. This was very dangerous if it continued. I might have a hard time quenching my thirst for her blood or perhaps even the blood of other humans in the future.

My eyes widened as he dragged the knife across his wrist, the red blood bubbling to the surface. When the first warm drops splattered against the ground I opened my mouth wide, catching the blood on my tongue as I inhaled a shuddering breath. “Fucking disgusting,” Frank spat as I gulped down the stream of blood, but I didn’t give a damn what he thought. I was disgusting. No one knew that better than me. But when the flesh of my stomach and abdomen knitted back together, I grabbed him by the arm, licking the wound to seal it with my saliva.

I want to grin but there’s no time to be arrogant. Of course she’s only mad about the dress. All the more proof of who she really is. The damn dress is the least of your worries. The smell of her blood flares in my nostrils. Sure, vampires feed from one another, it’ll do in a pinch if you’re starving but it’s not live blood. It’s the only dead blood in fact that we can drink and not have a seizure. I consider lunging at her and draining her myself but the thought of having another drop of her blood in my body more than necessary makes me even more sick.

He clicked his tongue, "Idiot. You almost got killed. Wipe that blood off your mouth." Louise’s eyes widened, and he felt more sober after what he heard. He touched his face and realized that Allen was right about the blood on his lips. There was something about blood that the vampire’s body was constantly craving; no matter how much they consumed, it would never be enough. That is why he doesn’t even realize that he is covered in blood as his body casually hangs on for that connection. He promptly wiped his mouth clean and used all the concentration he had to calm himself. They couldn’t walk around with his eyes glowing, and he looked like he’d kill anyone that went along his way.

Why would anyone enjoy biting and sucking the blood of another? ‘You’re his prey, remember?’ My brain plays a fast one on me. I press my mouth firmly to hold back the cry that’s about to break from my throat. I reach to clean the blood from my neck when he swipes his tongue along the area, licking my blood and sweat. “Hmm,” he groans like the true monster I envisaged him to be. My blood… The smell of blood and the odd sensation of how horrible it should taste, make me feel nauseous.

Alex said, keeping eye contact as he moved onto another cut and began licking that one as well. “Your- what?” I asked, bewildered. His saliva? Was this a joke? “Lycan saliva has healing capabilities,” he continued, as if this was common knowledge. Maybe it was, but I didn’t know that. But it made sense. I leaned forward to look at the cut he licked. Not only had the pain stopped, but the skin had mostly pieced itself back together, now only a faint, jagged line ran across my skin, where a bloody cut was moments before.

he hissed at me. "I know..." I looked away. Both he and I were too embarrassed to even make mention of it. For the healing properties a werewolf's saliva can bring, it also brings huge embarrassment for all of us who would do it. It's because licking is equivalent to owning the wolf as kissing. And doing so would mean Omnibus would dare to enter Scar's privacy for licking his wound. It's an intimate act for mates and parental love for mothers or fathers to their pups. "Why won't you do it yourself? You're his sister, right?" he asked.

I felt extremely hopeless right now. Daddy then swirled his tongue on my entrance. His saliva made my wound sting. As he rose his head up, I saw blood on his lips. He licked it. "Your blood tastes like fear,"

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.