Raw Cravings Novels & Stories

He was there to feed her as he ate his own carefully to cover up the rare part of the stake though he was happy to eat it that way. The benefit of being a human dragon was, even in human form, they could eat raw food if they wanted to and none of them would get sick. Asrar would normally cook his food so it looked cook as that way no one would question him but with it being raw now he knew he would get a better fill with it. His dragon needed raw food more then cooked. In the wild most dragons would hunt raw food giving them more of a monster side but with being in the human realm they couldn’t so to keep the edge of there dragon down they had to eat partially raw food now and again.

Diesel told me she stayed curled around the babies most of the time. And the cravings. Most weren’t too odd. Banana and peanut butter sandwiches. Potato chips dipped in chocolate sauce. Pickles and ketchup. The oddest one was how she wanted her meat cooked. Or not cooked actually. Rare, it was not. It was raw. Lexi had started to crave meat, the bloodier the better. At one of her check- ups, we mentioned it to the doctor.

Not exactly sure why, but Yara is having a shit fit about it. "Girl," she scolded, "you put that in your body, and I will puke!" I replied, "You can't puke. You don't have a physical body." I started eating it and she asked, "Wanna bet?" and I immediately ran to the bathroom and puked up everything I had just eaten. I complained, "Really, Yara?" She chided, "Yep. That was the nastiest shit I have ever seen you eat. Don't try it again." I explained, "The pups must be needing salt and protein." She offered, "Then eat some jerky. Just not that shit." I went in the kitchen and grabbed a piece of beef jerky. I tried a bite, and it hit the spot. Yara rolled her eyes, "See? Your cravings don't have

I pinched harder and my head rolled back as the bliss washed over me. “Madonna, these tits.” He pushed a thumb into my mouth and I sucked, swirling my tongue over the rough skin like I couldn’t get enough. Which wasn’t really an act. I was desperate, my sex throbbing for relief, and I craved his touch everywhere. “Look at me when you suck,” he ordered and I instantly obeyed. His bright eyes burned fire while they watched my mouth and he reached to stroke two fingers over my clit. I tensed and made a desperate noise in the back of my throat. He continued to pet me, and I could feel how wet and slippery I was, the sounds of my slickness as loud as my breathing. The climax was right there, just

It was getting too much. “Thanks mamma.” I lean back against the cushion and rub my belly as Set places his head on my lap and I stroke his head. “How are you feeling?” She asks as she puts some food on my plate. My cravings have been strange too. From what I remember, sirens crave fish and sea kelp. But me, I am craving raw meat as well as raw fish. So that is what I’ve had. I still eat normal things too, but those are the main ones.

As she chewed on the carrot, she couldn't help but think about the juicy and tender beef. Even while eating vegetables, the taste of blood lingers in her mouth. She repeatedly felt the urge to eat raw meat, and despite being very hungry, she vomited. She knew that something was wrong with her, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She had been feeling this way for a day or two, and it was getting worse now. Today was a bad day, muttering to herself, she got up and put all the vegetables in the dustbin. Suddenly something lit her mind. "What if I am suffering from a rare condition, Pica." Pica is a disorder that causes people to crave and eat non-food items like dirt, chalk, and even raw m

I also don't feel the urge to turn into a werewolf. I don't understand what is happening. My stomach is not growling and it doesn't hurt but I am so hungry. And now my throat feels like it's as dry as the desert. I went back to the refrigerator and grabbed the raw meat I was hiding there. I quickly dig in like a hungry animal and finish all of them but the hungriness and thirst that I feel won't go away. It's unquenchable. I'm looking for something- craving for something.

But it did, the only thing, however, that smelled so good was the raw meat in my fridge that I had been saving to cook. For one week, I had been craving horrifying things; raw meat and even raw intestines. The enticing smell of raw flesh made me want to jump out of my room and pounce of anybody that passed through, I was barely able to control myself when Berry came. I sighed and closed my fridge, ignored my protesting stomach and stared blankly at the windows. I wouldn’t eat raw meat, I couldn’t.

he said, stretching the bowl out toward me. “Thank you, Eryndor.” I smiled, taking it from him. We had gotten close over the past few days. He’d even shown me how to use a bow and arrow—though he nearly passed out when I almost shot a bird by accident. He was a kind soul, and I was fortunate to have met him here. “Aww, you even added the pickles.” I grinned, already popping a few slices into my mouth. Pickles were my weakness. Pregnant, the sudden cravings made more sense now,especially since they’d started back when I was still in Darius’ pack.

It hurt to hold, but she didn’t let it go. She began to write that night—not to him, not to anyone, but to herself. Small sentences. Simple truths. My breath is mine. My body remembers more than his touch. My craving is a symptom, not a bond. She wrote until her hand cramped. And when she finally stopped, she realized she was breathing on her own again—shallow, uneven, but hers. The craving didn’t vanish, but it changed shape. It no longer felt like devotion. It felt like hunger—one she could starve if she chose to.