Red Lips Sipping On A White Claw Novels & Stories

Selena and Clara took turns in the mirror, fixing their make-up. Selena, beside her sister, quickly slapped her face with some brown powder. The plumes burst across her cheek. Clara picked lipstick off the table and after twisting the bottom till the maroon red stick stood out, she proceeded to swipe it across her lips. Her nails as purple as the room flashed under the light, the little yellow stars on it glinted faintly. The chair screeched back as Clara stood up. Selena perched herself into it, plucking the lipstick straight from her sister's hand.

A woman shrieks and jumps onto the table I just left. The guy on the floor groans and pushes up on his hands. His fingers end in dark, curved points. Not nails. Claws. They drag furrows in the wood with a shriek that makes my teeth ache. His shoulders hunch, his shirt straining as bones shift beneath his skin like something is trying to crawl out. “Dude, you okay?” a drunk in a baseball cap asks, reaching for him. The guy whips his head around. His eyes are wrong.

She took a pencil and drew on her lip like outer lines of her lip and spread it with her finger before applying little bit of lipstick on the middle of her lip. She spread it with her fingers again before applying a jelly like liquid on her lips making it look more juicy. He clenched his fists in his pockets tempted to ruin her lipstick again but she would kill him if he delayed her celebration. His eyes travelled down her face to her body which is wrapped in red dress and he felt a sudden rush of blood into his groin. God! She’s fucking gorgeous. He didn’t know why but Klara looks more beautiful and sexy in red colour and something hits different in him. She just made him vulnerable with a

He pushed two fingers between her folds, prying her pussy lips apart so he could see everything glistening and fresh. He lowered his mouth again and licked her fresh pink, sucking her wetness and swallowing it down. He tried to dig his tongue into her hole as he lapped her juices. He moved his attention to her clit and began to flick his tongue fast over her clit while his fingers stretched her open. He lapped greedily, moaning against her and drinking her wetness. Clara held his head tight, grinding her pussy against his mouth. “Yes! I love the way you are eating me, Donald. Lap up all my juice. I want you to drink every drop.”

The metallic flavour evoked my taste buds and I shut my eyes as he pressed his palm to further his blood streamed down my throat. The man stepped forward and motioned to the woman behind him as she stepped forward with a cushion on which two sparkling crowns were placed. Theodore let go of my neck as Veles chuckled. “She looks stunning with blood on her face,” I pressed the back of my hand over my mouth and wiped the access as it flowed down my chin. My eyes widened further as Claus grabbed my hand and blared an alarm ringing in my head and before my mind could process it, he was raising the blade again.

I uttered in my sultry voice, arms snaking around his nape and tiptoeing as I watched him gulp with my every word, “I’m glad we’re clear with that.” My claws came out and I traced it down from his jaw to his neck and opened a button from his shirt, all the while not breaking our eye contact. I pierced through his skin with my elongated nail, drawing blood. Then I raised it to my lips before I licked and tasted it slowly. I added and whispered to his ear, “Because I might really execute the next one who bears their claws out for you.” His red eyes glowed in unquenchable hunger.

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

She tilted her head, blinked once, and then gave this sickening little pout. “Awwn,” she cooed, dragging out the fake sympathy like it tasted sweet to her. “I’m so sorry, did my claws scratch you?” The word claws should’ve been a joke, but it wasn’t. Not from her. Piper’s claws were freshly done—long, shiny, sharp. She knew exactly what she did. Something warm slid down my chin. I touched it with trembling fingers, expecting maybe sweat or tears. But when I pulled my hand back… Red.

Clara then lets out a soft chuckle, Nathaniel whispers over their link, “What’s funny, My love?” “An idea to give Matilda what she wants without actually having his thing in our mouth.” Clara then uses her claws to swipe at the front of Blade’s pants exposing his cock to everyone before allowing Matilda to take a little more control and half shifting her hand having bigger and sharper claws she then uses those claws to swipe across his cock, she smirks as it falls to the ground in front of him and he roars out his pain.

The muscular woman took Clara's hand and slid it underneath the waistband of her jeans. She could see a moment's surprise in her friend's face, but Clara's hand didn't miss a beat. She slide one finger into Shamira's sex as the newer vampire said, "We're sure." Once Shamira had thrown down the gauntlet, Clara was unwilling to back down. Throughout dinner, conversation and consumption took place while Clara masturbated Shamira. Clyde was getting a kick out of it, as well as a rise in his own denim. Clara hand-fed her friend food, then asked for her fingers to be licked clean.