Ruddy Skin Novels & Stories

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

Cordy pursed her lips as she took the tube and started to apply it furiously all over him… Still, she suddenly slowed down as she noticed that his skin was a healthy color, neither too pale nor too tanned. And like the front, the outline of his muscles was obvious, and Cordy could feel the firmness of his skin and the perkiness of his muscles. "How does it feel to the touch?" John asked, as if sensing her thoughts. She had already been nervous and almost had a heart attack when he suddenly spoke. Still, she only grunted vaguely. "Hmm." But despite her lack of comment, John said, "You too." Cordy was speechless. She did not ask how her skin felt, and no one asked for his opinion!

I gasped as my eyes devoured her bare perky tits. Franny is a pure natural redhead with soft light auburn red hair, milky white skin and the most erotic puffy pink nipples I have ever seen. I could feel my dick drooling warm sticky precum into my shorts as I gawked at her gorgeous perky little cone shaped tits.

These deep purple bruises and gashes that cross his arms and face look fresh. With my help, Rudy manages to take a seat on a nearby bench. His breathing is ragged, each attempt to bring air into his lungs looking painful as he continues to hold his ribs. His clothing, I notice, is several sizes too big, and hang off of his muscular body at weird angles, most likely harvested from some stash around town with little effort at matching sizes. My Beta has always presented himself professionally and meticulously dressed with his long hair pulled back and braided neatly. Today, even his hair is askew, cut bluntly to his chin.

I moved closer and his body was covered in bruises, his knuckles were swollen and split open with blisters and deep scratches. “Ryder,” I breathed, rushing closer. “Oh my God what happened to you baby,” I rushed to him, but he shifted avoiding my embrace. “It’s just a minor injury,” “This is no minor” I reached again touching the cut on his face. He paused, turned off the tap and leaned on the island. ““You need a hospital. Those knuckles look infected already.” “Fuck the hospital. it’s not a big deal Jezz,”

Mud which might be excused by the run even if the boys are practiced enough to stay clean in most circumstances. His hands and even a part of his chest, having a more reddish tinge at first glance, if he didn't know any better. He would think it was blood. None of the other things even stand out as much as Arden's normally golden tan skin having a much more pallid look and the wild look in his eyes, which is the most shocking of all.

Roughly and aggressively. "Ugh, my gawd!" he coughed and growled, hissed and winced because he was all green like Reyne. They threw out a green mucus kind of stuff on him from their mouths, covering every inch of his body. The only thing was that she was not as wet and sticky as him. "I will... Kill the heck out of you." Realizing that it has started burning his skin, slowly unlike real acid, yet painfully with a resonating scream, he also let his wolf come out.

My lips were pressed into a tight frown, my eyes solely focused on the body lying motionlessly on the bed. Her beautiful scarlet hair was nothing but a miserable pale black. Her skin was the colour of a corpse and her red lips were grey and covered with black scales, just like her body. The scales were hideous, slimy and slightly offensive to the nose. Her body was as cold as ice and her breath was paused. Scarlette looked dead but she was alive, barely.

He tilts his head to his side due to which his cloak slips down from his head, revealing a face that will provoke a nightmare in anyone’s sleep. His is as pale as a sheet. His eyes are bloody red and his pupils are silver in color. The skin on the left side is cracked and sunken in, which is in total contrast to the smooth and tender skin towards the other side of his face. The skin on the jaw on his left is so thin that his teeth could be seen easily. Moreover, the skin on the left keeps flaking and thus, pieces of his rotten skin keep flying off every time he moves his jaw.

Sickly yellow patches of skin peered from between the black bark-textured coating wrapping around him in long horizontal strips. Amid all the withered skin was a long withered yellow strip dangling between his legs as he moved. The knob large and blunted as it tapped along his bare thigh. He moved his head to watch her like a threatened bird. Crouching to sway in pace with her. His head was nearly square with orange eyes trimmed in red like fire burned from the pupil. He opened his mouth to hiss, and it opened too far back, near his ears to bear pointed yellow teeth. Revealing he had no lips.