New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

I winced inward. I began to bleed. I inched to the bed and made sure a lot of blood was spilled all over the bed and pillows. It was really hurting a lot, but I ignored the pain. I smeared more blood on the broken glasses, making sure a lot of blood was seen all over my room. and the floor slicked with my blood. I tore my gown and tried to tie my hand with it to at least control the bleeding, but it failed. I let out a big sigh and ignored it.

Allen Peterson took a deep breath, nodded, picked up Chu Yao and walked into one side of the bedroom. Under the bright light, Allen Peterson gently cut the clothes at Chu Yao'ts wound. The skin soaked with blood has long been unable to see the original appearance. Seeing that the wound was still seeping blood out, Allen Peterson frowned, which was not good news. The greater the amount of bleeding, the more representative it was that it hurt an important place. What Allen Peterson can do now is to stop bleeding first, he tookout a silver needle from his pocket and seal several acupoints on Chu Yao's back.

I ordered, as my gaze moved between the stats and the bleeding. Slowly his stats started to improve and there wasn’t nearly as much blood as there had been. Releasing the air, I had been holding, I held out my other hand and asked for the clamps. With the bleeding now under control, I was able to see that it had been a blown blood vessel, nothing that I couldn’t easily repair.

Then I felt a sharp sting as something beneath the surface pierced my flesh, drawing blood that immediately disappeared into channels I couldn’t see. The door shuddered.

“We can. However, you have to face Maddox and Tatum. Once we talk to them, we can leave.” I knew he was right, but it still sucked. “Okay.” Piercy let me go and turned the shower on for me. I hadn’t expected him to take off his clothes and get in with me. I just stood there as he washed me before he moved to himself. He even took enough time to dry me, get me dressed and then pull up the scrub pants that were laid out for him. Picking me up, he carried me. “Blair fixed the damage from the bullet, but you will still feel really weak. It will take some time for you to get your blood back.”

Taking a deep breath, she quickly sliced the blade across her skin, wincing at the pain but determined to carry on. The wound started to bleed profusely. The blood flowed out of the cut and dripped down her thigh, staining her dress and pooling on the floor. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, and Aurora felt lightheaded from the loss of blood. She tried to stifle a gasp of pain and clutched her thigh with her free hand to slow the bleeding.

"Some people have them pierced, but they're so small, Mistress dislikes doing it. Plus it can never retract, which makes it even more sensitive." While it was out, she used her other hand to perform the piercing, placed another ring in the hole, then released the clitoris. It went back inside the hood. She put the chair in a more upright position, gave Mom and Cindy water and a couple pills. "This is Tylenol," Monique said. "If the pain becomes too much, you can only have Tylenol, no more than recommended on the bottle. Aspirin or Ibuprofen will both increase bleeding. We don't want you to bleed, so don't use it. This cream I'm giving you is both an analgesic and antibiotic. You must put som

But just as the words left my mouth, I heard him cry out in pain. Startled, I pushed the door open, only to be pulled in by him. He pinned me against the cold, damp wall. My entire body trembled, but my worry for his wound took over. Glancing at the bandage, I could only see a few droplets of water—nothing serious. Seeing my confused expression, Pierce raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer, his smirk giving him the look of a mischievous playboy. Water still clung to his shoulders, sparkling faintly under the light. The droplets slid down his muscles, disappearing into the deep lines of his abdomen.

My fresh piercing was being rubbed relentlessly, pushing me toward the edge faster than I’d ever felt before. “I’m gonna cum—” I gasped against his lips. "Oh god... ahhh... right now!" “Then cum,” he growled, maintaining that same deep, torturous pace, refusing to speed up so I would feel every single sensation. “Cum all over the cock that just pierced you.” I shattered.

My vision blurs for a second, and I just stay there, stunned. I press my hand to my nose. Blood. It’s already running, warm and thick, slipping over my fingers. It hurts like hell when I touch it. I grit my teeth and partially shift, letting the change move through me just enough to fix the damage. The bones settle. The skin pulls back together. The pain eases slowly, fading into a dull ache that lingers behind. I wipe the blood on the hem of my shirt, smearing it without thinking, just wanting it gone.