Romans & histoires Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood

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.

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.

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,"

Idris said it’s part of lycanthropy and though I don’t know a single shit about that, I’m truly intrigued. Right after taking the longest shower of my life, I grabbed a razor and tried cutting myself right in the palm. One quick slit and the razor was sharp enough to cut my palm open. Blood began flowing out of my hand and as I stare longer at the intentional wound, I witnessed how it slowly healed. I quickly washed the blood out of my palm and the wound was completely gone and it didn’t even leave a single scar. ‘What in the actual fuck!’ I cursed out not because I was surprised but perhaps I was amazed that my body was able to do that. Idris was absolutely right about it.