Pillow Biting Novels & Stories

Biting lightly, he continued pulling, drawing a low moan from her throat. Cassandra sometimes pinched her nipples when she used her vibrator, but she hadn't had them sucked, and certainly not bitten, in well over a year. The feeling was fantastic, but she wanted more. "Bite it harder, Bobby!" she told him. "Stretch my big MILF tit right out of my bra with your teeth!"

“Hold me. And if it gets too painful, feel free to bite down.” I hiccuped. “You… want me to bite you?” “Why do you keep repeating everything I say?” “I’m not!” I shot at him, “It’s just, who in the their right senses would want to be bitten? That’s just… Barberic.” He tilted his head, “It might come as a shock to you, Sunshine. That some people actually enjoy getting bitten while they are being fucked senseless. ” “W-what?” “You heard me.”

“Mr. Willis, like she’d really leave. Last time you were hospitalized for your stomach, she stayed outside your room for three days and three nights.” “Exactly!” another rich kid with dyed blue hair added mockingly. “At that auction, Miss Lowe spent eight figures just to buy an antique watch you casually mentioned.” “I heard she didn’t even have enough money,” someone else said. “She took out a loan.” Sydney leaned against Greg’s shoulder, sobbing softly. “Greg, Zoe bullies me because she loves you too much,” she said through her tears. “She’s just jealous because we’re close. Please don’t fight because of me.”

I want to bite his hand off. I will bite his hand off when Cosmo bites him, I wiggle my tail and blink with my puppy eyes, he bends to pet me, there Cosmo sprints and in two jumps he bites Benjamin’s behind, “Aaaaahhhh!” He shouts, as he places his hand on his behind I get up and then bites his free hand where the cookie was.

Holland The shift came back like a tide that doesn’t care about witnesses. His jaw hinged. Teeth creaked against gums that didn’t want them anymore. The canines descended, blunted parody. He moaned and put both hands—claws—against his face as if he could hold it in place. “It hurts,” he gasped, little-boy sudden. “Make it stop. Make it stop.” I couldn’t speak. I made a sound like a lullaby caught in rust. He crawled to me as if the sound belonged to him, and that’s when he bit me.

After I baked him a cake like some kind of unhinged P*******t housewife. My shoulder aches, a dull, warm throb just below my collarbone, and when I twist to look at it in the mirror across the room, there’s a mark there—not quite a bruise, not quite a hickey, dark and strange at the edges. Great. Add “walking around with a hickey the size of a fist” to today’s list of problems. The bathroom door opens and Damien steps out, hair damp, sweatpants low on his hips, and every ounce of my composure leaves the building.

She has found no evidence of toxicity in a sigma’s saliva, but we know for sure they can bite really hard and it heals slowly, regardless of what species you are. The nurse nods her head. “Please have a seat, Keller. I’m sure it won’t be much longer.” I sit in the uncomfortable chair and stare at the clock for what feels like ten hours, but the minute hand only moves five minutes. “Keller? Honey? Come on, you can see Zara now. The doctor will speak to you in her room.” Mom’s tear-stained face is suddenly in front of me. She takes my hand and helps me stand up. “Mom, is she okay? Did she really bite someone? I don’t understand what happened.”

She now annoyed herself with all the toe tapping she was doing. “Well, you know how I always told you I wasn’t looking for a mate, right?” “Jillian, now is not the time for stories. Spill the tea.” Helena couldn’t believe her hedging around the subject. “Did he bite you?” Jillian continued to make pained faces. “No. I bit him.” She covered her face, mortified. “Now he’s holding me to the tradition that we’re mated. He’s even showing off the bite mark.”

That bite is going to hurt but it will make me his. Do it, my heart whispers. Make me yours. Together, we topple over the edge. I claw my fingers down his back and scream. He growls as he surges forward, mouth open. I brace myself… But the bite doesn’t come. Archer tears through the pillowcase with his sharp teeth. He roars as he cums, shaking feathers loose. They flutter around my head. The aftershocks shake through us both, and then, finally spent, he collapses on top of me.

The next morning, Sally was still asleep when she felt a pair of large hands pinching her face delicately. She did not even need to think about it before she knew whose hands they were. Half asleep, her eyes remained shut as she opened her mouth and bit down on the person’s hands. “Ss--!” The sounds of the man’s sharp intake of breath rang out from above her head. Her face was pinched gently by the man as he said, “Little b*stard, you bit me?” “Well, you were interrupting my sleep.” Sally pouted and shifted into a comfortable position to lay in his arms. “What time is it? You’re being mischievous now?”