New Piercing Bleeding Novels & Stories

The sudden ear piercing sound flinched me to which I instantly jumped back covering my ears not knowing what just happened. As I slightly lifted my head up, I saw nothing, but him seethe in anger as he had his clenching fist banged on his glass table smashing the surface glass into a number of pieces around him... He stood up from the chair pushing it back whilst he was giving his best look of death at me. A deep pang of worry which had hidden somewhere inside my broken heart crept into me when the stream of blood started running down the knuckles of his right arm. My eyes went wide in disbelief.... I could not resist myself from jerking my body front seeing him bleeding....

There was very little bleeding, considering how flushed they'd been. Monique removed the device, wiped her breasts with the antiseptic again and pulled her studs from an antiseptic bath and quickly inserted both of them. She replaced the two needles with new ones, taken from sterile packages. The process was treated almost like a doctors office, except for the use of my mouth to stimulate her. On the echo, Monique was washing Lisa's pussy with the same antiseptic, then used a long, curved needle to pierce her outer labia. Lisa flinched substantially. Monique re-swabbed the piercing and inserted the hoop Lisa had chosen for herself, also soaking in antiseptic. It locked into place. They held

She stood with a bored look on her face as she stabbed herself continuously. The knife seems to burn at her skin, making her woozy as she continued to Pierce and slash at her wrist but she didn't care... Dominica has always seen life as a game of chess!! "I heard Applying pressure helps reduce the amount of blood loss and gives you time to seek medical attention. A ruptured varicose vein may not stop bleeding, and without medical attention may result in a serious amount of blood loss. Excessive blood loss can, of course, be a very serious problem that can even lead to death."She says robotically as she stared at him coldly..

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.

in quiet tone. “You are not. We need to check with the nurse’s office about this. You are bleeding behind your ear.” “I’m bleeding?” “Selena, yes. You’re in pain. How are you able to injure yourself when you don’t even have nails?”

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.

I don't know how long I stay like that—hunched over him, crying, begging him to stay. But then— Something shifts. I feel it before I see it. The blood flowing between my fingers slows. Just slightly, but enough that I notice. I blink my eyes open, wiping at them with the back of one shaking hand. The wound beneath my other palm feels different. Less blood pulsing against my skin. I pull my hand back slowly, hardly daring to breathe. The bleeding is slowing. Not stopped, but definitely, impossibly slowing. "What..." I lean closer, watching as the edges of the wound begin to knit together. It's so subtle I think I might be imagining it at first. But no. The torn flesh is actually closing.

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.

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.