Novel & Cerita Is It Bad To Lick Your Own Blood

Considering the tense atmosphere and the current situation, I didn't have a second choice. I could see the amount of blood that had accumulated already, and I couldn't allow it to get any more. Slowly, I took her hand and unwrapped the napkins on the wound. Slowly, deliberately, I lifted her hand to my mouth. I began licking the blood that had poured out of the wound. At the first drop of blood on my tongue, I nearly lost myself. I almost became as deranged as a crazy vampire could be when overtaken by the bloodlust. It took everything out of me not to suck from the source of the blood, not to actually drink from Mia.

“D-Dude---l-look at his e-eye, it’s turning to r-red!” There was so much nervousness in their words. And the sound of their hearts’ beating was also clear. I slowly brought my finger closer to my mouth, and slowly released my tongue. Moreover, I slowly licked the blood from my finger, and when I licked it, it suddenly thundered and flashed. I even felt something strange in my body. Even if it’s just a small grain of blood, but there’s something that makes my muscles work. “Mmm---it’s delicious!”

My discomfort increased as I continued to stare at her. A knot formed in my chest. I am an Alpha and my saliva can heal any flesh wounds but licking someone was never an option for me. I never did that. But looking at that innocent kid, my internal conflict made me stoop down and lick her wounds even though I never did this to anyone. However, the moment my tongue touched her blood, my eyes widened in shock...! That blood...! How could it be? I stumbled back for a moment. *********

“Tend to—? Lucien, I don’t think we’re on the same page about first aid—” “My saliva carries healing properties,” he murmured through clenched teeth. “It will close the wound instantly.” I stared at him. “You’re asking if you can… lick me.” “Yes.” “Like vampire Neosporin.” “Yes.” “That is objectively the weirdest medical suggestion I’ve ever heard.” He swallowed hard. The hunger in him was alive. Pulling. Feral. But he wasn’t lunging. He was asking. “Please,” he said quietly. “Before I lose my restraint.”

Lucas announced for the fifteenth time that morning, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside the couch with the kind of manic energy only a five-year-old could maintain, I was feeling envious of his two working ankles at the moment. "Papa said that licking makes things heal faster! Wolves do it all the time!" "Absolutely not," I said firmly, pulling my injured foot away from his reaching hands, drawing the line at that. "Lucas, we've talked about this. Humans don't lick injuries. That's unsanitary." "But Papa said—" "Papa was telling you stories about wolves," I interrupted, shooting a glare toward Damon, who was working on his laptop in the armchair across from me, his expression far too i

I had done it once before and I knew that I needed to do it again, but I hesitated. Our blood could heal humans, but what about the bad effects it could have on them? What if it made her sick instead of healing her? Obsidian growled. Pushing all the thoughts from my mind, I used a claw to cut my skin and pressed it against her lips. When she didn’t immediately swallow, I pinched her nose. A whimper fell from her lips, but she started swallowing. When the wound healed I pulled my arm away and smoothed strands of hair from her face.

My nails elongated, and while I tried to push away, I mistakenly scratched her. She cried out, and I used all my strength to push my Lycan back, and then I rushed to her. She showed me her hand; there were three nail scratches on her hand. "Baby, I am so sorry," I said. Then I wanted to lick the blood, but I remembered that her blood could kill an immortal. So I decided to wipe it out until I read more about her, but when I looked up, She had no wound on her hand anymore. "What happened? Did my wound just..."

a few drops of my blood drip into the bowl and she puts my finger into her mouth licking it, then stops when she realizes what she’s doing, “oh my goodness, I’m sorry, it’s a habit so it comes natural, apologies” “What?!” “what?” “you’ve had other peoples hand in your mouth?” “desperate times call for desperate measures, what’s the problem?” I swallow my anger, she means well I know she does but this is not something a mate wants to hear, or maybe that’s just me, she drops three drops of something from a small vial in her pack “don’t ask, I am not willing to say but just know it will help” “okay”

Still, the sting made me wince. Gregor noticed. His jaw tightened. “You’re bleeding. I should lick it.” I whipped my head around so fast my neck cracked. “I—EXCUSE ME? Did you just say lick it? Like some discount doggy band-aid?” He gave me that infuriatingly serious Alpha look. “Wolf saliva speeds healing.” “Ew!” I shoved his massive shoulder. “Hell no! I’d rather limp around looking like roadkill than have your slobber on me. Gross. Absolutely not.”

"I know. It does taste very different ... But the side effects make me very... overwhelmed." Now it was my turn to furrow my brow, it took me a few seconds to understand what Lana meant. "Oh!" I whispered suddenly, my face also turning red. I had forgotten that biting and drinking blood directly was a very intimate activity for Volders.