New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

It doesn’t hurt at all and I can’t see the puncture. That means that I need to use something bigger. I rise up really quickly, getting dizzy in the process, I reach out to take the scissors from my nail kit and I make a few inches cut on my hand. I may seem crazy at this moment, but trust me, I’m not, I just need to confirm something. Again, no pain. The stabbed wound heals itself in a matter of seconds. Registering this new piece of evidence is accelerating my pulse, my heart is threatening to escape from my chest, and anxiety spreads through my bones with alarming speed.

I answered with a simple nod. Pierce kissed my lips as I slowly felt the tip of him inside me. I gasped when I realized how big it was. I grabbed onto his shoulder as he slid it deeper. I was almost in tears from the pain I was feeling. He had barely entered halfway, yet I could already feel the intense pain. My voice echoed inside the room; it was a painful sound. Earlier, I was moaning with pleasure from what Pierce was making me feel, but now it was because of the sharp and stinging pain from his penetration.

The cancer was making even small wounds harder to heal, was thinning her blood or weakening her platelets or doing something she didn't fully understand but could see evidence of in the sink turning pink with diluted blood. She pressed harder, counted her breaths, tried not to think about what this meant for her timeline, for her training, for the future she was desperately trying to build before her body gave out completely. Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only ten minutes, the bleeding slowed enough that she could wrap her finger in gauze, tape it securely, clean up the mess she'd made.

What if the lack of blood in his system made him pass out like this. Maybe I could give him my blood... What if that didn't work? I wouldn't know until I tried. Luckily for me, I had something sharp enough to draw blood. I quickly removed my earring and used it's sharp part to pierce the skin on my wrist. I bit back my pained scream as I pierced my skin again. My hand began to bleed and I raised the man up to sitting position and I opened his mouth and put my wrist there. I watched with my heart in my stomach as my blood slowly dropped into his mouth and I was thankful for the fact that no one was around here.

It was a long drive through the desert and hospitals were something that not many of them were willing to do for obvious reasons. “Shower first,” Blake said, bending his head to assess the bleeding. “No. This one.” He pointed to a nasty series of bite wounds that started high up on his neck and ended on his shoulder. How he hadn’t had his jugular torn out was beyond him. Skill, maybe, but more like luck. “This one needs to be stitched. It’s deep. It’s bleeding.”

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

I took a deep breath, and wiped my tears, waiting for her answer. Pearl bit her lip and said softly to me, "Tracy, you are bleeding. Let me bandage you first, and then explain to you, OK?" Seeing the concern in her eyes, I couldn't refuse her request. She got up and took the medicine box on the table, took out the hemostatic powder, applied it to my neck, and then took out a bandage to bind my wound.

Jenna could still remember clearly the distressed and disgruntled expression of the attending doctor. She laid on the cold operating table that day, biting her lips. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. When she felt the needle penetrated into her skin, it brought her not only physical pain, but also bone-deep grief into her heart! She had five stitches that day! Stitches? Jenna suddenly returned to her senses and thought of something. She had to have five stitches and her wounds were all lacerated. How could she not be bleeding? Even if she did not bleed during her first intercourse, there should have been blood from her wounds. She remembered that the bedsheets did not have any bloo

I needed some on my neck as well. I carefully unwrapped the ace bandage, tossing it aside and then peeled the gauze from my shoulder, noting that it was soaked through with blood. That fucking leech hit my vein, no wonder it took so damn long to stop bleeding. Luckily it wasn’t bleeding now. I threw the bandage in the bathroom garbage and inspected my wound.

Nothing was going right with me and it was frustrating. After Killian wound fully healed up, looking like he once used to, and Lucan confirmed that there wasn't any traces of Dhruv's blood in him. Peter was next, and Lucan didn't take long with him. His wound also clotted up quickly. The procedure on Pierce's wound initially raised alarm, as the bleeding appeared resistant to clot. However, with time, the bleeding thinned off, clotting, and Lucan fell back in relieve. "On behalf of me, Peter and Pierce, I want to thank you for freeing us all," Killian said, touching his unblemished face as if in disbelief that he was finally ridden of Dhruv's loyalty mark. "We really appreciate it."