Pillow Biting Novels & Stories

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.

I do a little dance before I get out of bed. I pick up my phone and connect it to my portable bluetooth speaker as I scroll through my playlist. Fight song by Rachel Platten blasts out from the speaker and I dance my way into the bathroom, taking the speaker with me. I'm too excited to think about anything negative. I dance while brushing my teeth, washing my hair and taking my bath.

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.

“Look at how big they are. We could fuck these all night. Perfect cocksleeves.” “Switch” the one sucking said, pulling off her nipple with a wet pop. Drool smeared across her skin as the other took his place, latching onto the other nipple and biting down until she yelped. “Sensitive little slut” he said, licking across the bud. “She loves it when we bite her.” They took turns one sucking, one biting, one slapping her tits hard enough to leave red marks. Spit dripped down the curves, smeared across her cleavage as their mouths moved hungrily from one swollen peak to the other.

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?”

At the same time, I felt Aiden come, too, his cum—hot and silky—releasing inside me. We were both breathless when it was over, and Aiden lifted his head. “That was great.” “You bit me,” I said. He chuckled. “A hickey. You’re welcome to bite me, too.” He shifted the collar of his pajama shirt to the side, revealing the base of his throat that seemed so inviting. Because I couldn’t help myself, I snapped up my chance by lifting my head and nipping him, hard. “Ouch!” he groaned out.

That's not the end of the torment he's putting on me now; it appears that my nipple will be removed owing to the severe pressure he used when he bit them. “Andrius. Don’t bite them.” I can now tweak the back of his hair. When he gripped and bit me, my boobs stung even more. He pants as he did so. His respiration did not slow down. As I remained there watching him, I began to feel a lump in my buttocks. His cock will detect the fury as well since it appears like his pants are about to rupture due to his cock's high hardness.

I sank back against the pillows, feeling helpless. “We’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on,” Jamie said, his tone serious for once. “And we think we’ve got something.” I looked at him sharply. “What do you mean?” Jamie hesitated, glancing at Corey, who nodded. “We think Aaliyah bit her,” Jamie said. “She bit her?” I echoed, disbelief and anger bubbling up inside me. Nina nodded grimly. “Yeah. I didn’t realize it at first—she made it look like just another claw swipe in the middle of the fight. But it was a bite. I’m sure of it.”