Novel & Cerita Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood

My wolf was bound to turn up the possessive meter by a notch. Because a healer's blood could treat wounds, illnesses, and other minor conditions, her skill was highly valued. Curing someone required much control of the reconstructing essence that she would be releasing into that person. Overdoing it could result in self-immolation or internal injuries. Blood from the eyes, ears, and nose would be one of those symptoms.

He was looking so cute in his ignorance and the way he was explaining was kinda cute too. "You should never do that, it's dangerous, blood was involved and there are many diseases one can get through blood, just be very careful next time, you don't go about sucking people's fingers because you feel like that's the best thing to do when someone has any injury, you give them first aid, not suck on the finger, do you understand?" I asked steely, my eyes boring into his and he just smiled at me.

I put out my hand and he pricks my finger with a blade and I jump, “I need to lick your blood and you mine. This will allow us to communicate in wolf form and human. It’s called a mind-link.” I look at Caleb and he nods. I stick out my tongue and Lucas dabs his bloody finger on it. His blood tastes like metal, and I hold back a gag. He grabs my hand and places my finger on his tongue and looks at me surprised, “Your blood tastes strange.” He admits as he clicks his tongue.

I know we need to clean them and then apply the healing ointment. "If he bites you now, he won't be able to control himself and will take your blood until he's had enough, no matter how much you lose and if your heart stops in the middle. When Strïth is in this state, he can take the blood of dozens of people and still not get satiated." I tried to explain as best I could so that Ayla would understand the danger she was in, with just one drop of her blood. I had controlled myself from smelling the blood that was still on her body, every time I wiped it off with a damp tissue and threw it away.

His grip was cold and his tongue felt like ice on my skin. Although my stomach was empty, l wanted to throw up as l watched him lick the blood from my arm. His eyes closed and he made a strangled noise of ecstasy. "This is the best blood l have ever tasted in my entire life, holy shit you so sweet", His delight was profusely abhorrent.

I placed my hand close to her mouth and watched it do it's magic. By the time she was done feeding, her strength was getting back to her little by little. I stripped her off her clothes, gave her a thorough bath, and inspected her lips to be sure it wasn't infected. A vampire couldn't possibly feed from themselves when they're hungry or exposed to blood. In her case where she was exposed to blood, the only thing that could have satisfied her thirst would have been that blood or another blood. Her feeding from herself might have stopped her from doing a lot of damage to people but still, it could leave that wound infected.

"Lick it clean." Having no other choice, I stuck out my tongue, drinking his blood and swallowed every last drop like a starved vampire. Fuck! I wished I could hate the taste of his blood invading my mouth. But it was so sweet that I sank my teeth into his lip, dragging more blood out of his lips. Just what the fuck is happening to me?

he replies. “You lost too much blood. I…I..just think you should have someone look you over.” “Sugar, why don’t you bring me that towel, and you can see for yourself.” “Then I guess you can lick yourself dry. That’s what wolves do, right? Instead of asking for a towel as if you want to fuck me, why can’t you admit that you might need some help?” “I know my body. I am fine.” “Maybe after a normal fight, but you lost a lot of blood.”

“If you were to lick the wound she would heal a little faster.” I know that he is right. Lycan’s have healing properties in their saliva, but the sensation is very intimate for both parties. “Turn around,” I growl at Boris, and he moves without hesitation. I let my tongue travel from the base of her neck to the top of her head. An aroused moan lives my lips as I run my tongue over her head once more. She tastes better than I could imagine. A whimper leaves her mouth as my tongue reaches the top of her skull one more time.

She steps to the side leaving me exposed to the doctor and his clippers. "Keena," my mother sighs. "He is just trying to help you and you are acting like a child." "But my hair," I stomp my foot and whine a little. Suddenly I remember a story that my mother told me once. Where she had been fatally wounded and my father had licked her wound shut. "What about lycan saliva?" The doctor scoffs in my direction. "It has to be performed by a lycan and I doubt you will find one that is willing to do it. It is a very... intimate action. Usually only performed between mates."