Scary Stories Dog Licking Hand Novels & Stories

I had heard of a dog licking the face or hand, but never the body. It wouldn’t be bad to experience this, right? “Okay,” I yelped when he jumped at me like a dog, making me fall on the floor. He licked my face, making it gross. “No. I don’t like it." I tried to push him away, but he turned me around and groped my breasts. “I haven’t even started, Master," he nibbled my ear before licking it. “Agh… Alpha…” he squeezed my breasts like a ball that fit in his large hand.

The urge to reach out and pet it surged within me. "I know this is a dumb ass idea, and I might lose an arm, but can I pet you?" I whispered, half to myself and half to the majestic creature before me. The wolf whimpered, its tail wagging as if in agreement. Tentatively, I approached, my hand shaking as I reached out to touch the creature. Our eyes locked, and I gently placed my hand on the top of its head. "Good boy," I purred, a mixture of disbelief and amusement in my voice. The wolf's fur felt incredibly soft and silky against my hand.

The things this ugly wolf does to me when he says, love. I nodded and stood up. “I'll see if there is something to eat,” I said, and just as I was going, a hand wrapped around my wrist. Tingles shot in my body. Sapphire pureed. I looked back to see, he was looking at my wrist, which was scratched. “It’s fine,” I tried to pull my hand back but he held it tight. And next what he did, shocked the hell out of me. Slowly, bringing my hand to his lips, he licked the area which is grazed. Pleasurable tingles shot in my body, causing goosebumps on my skin. My heart was beating so fast as if it will come out any second.

The wolf stood up and slowly approached me in such a submissive manner that I was afraid. My whole body froze until the beast looked at me with such concentration that I let out a big sigh. After that, the animal started licking its fingers and shaking my hands. Feeling the thick fur of that wolf made me gasp in shock, and then the wolf started whimpering again. “I hope you don't tear me apart,” I whispered fearfully. I put my hand on the wolf's head and began to stroke it more eagerly; however, the beast began to whimper with pleasure and urged me to stroke it more until I took the confidence to scratch it behind the ears.

With a feral growl, he jumped right back up; claws out, he jumped straight at Hades. Lifting my hand to touch my neck, I ran out of energy as my hand reached my face. Instead, it lay next to my face, and I now saw how the blood pooled around it. Minorized, I stared at it; the sound of rabid dogs and fighting wolves faded as my entire world revolved around a hand in blood. What a strange sensation; I felt so cold, but my hand was so warm in that thick liqueur. A tiny piece of wood landed right next to my little finger, like a stone thrown into the water stream. I started shouting. There was so much shouting and noise! I didn’t like it! My vision blurred; maybe I was still crying.

No extra limbs, no missing parts, no strange growths or discolorations. Just a normal, beautiful white dog. My chest tightened with an emotion I couldn’t name. “You’re perfect,” I breathed. The dog’s tail swept across the floor once. Twice. Slowly, carefully, I extended my hand through the bars as far as the chains would allow. The dog leaned forward and sniffed my fingers. Its nose was cold and wet and so shockingly normal that I almost laughed. Then it licked my hand. The laugh did come then—broken and a little hysterical, but genuine.

Eyes fixated on my hand on his dog’s head and I glance down in case he thinks I’m smacking him or something absurd. “What?” I ask defensively and put more effort into stroking the heavy lump on my legs gently in case he thinks it’s some sort of animal abuse and I just broke his little code of proper treatment. Lync has strangely odd textured fur. It's soft yet wiry and a little unruly and doesn’t feel too bad when you smooth it properly

It wagged only for two kinds of people: the ones who fed it meat, and the ones who made it feel safe. She pulled her soap-slicked hand from the water, wiped it on her apron, and extended it toward Gray Wolf's nose, back of the hand first. Gray Wolf sniffed. It stretched out its tongue and licked her. Her fingers curled but she did not pull away. Gray Wolf licked her again. "It likes you," he said.

My nails elongated, and while I tried to push away, I mistakenly scratched her. She cried out, and I used all my strength to push my Lycan back, and then I rushed to her. She showed me her hand; there were three nail scratches on her hand. "Baby, I am so sorry," I said. Then I wanted to lick the blood, but I remembered that her blood could kill an immortal. So I decided to wipe it out until I read more about her, but when I looked up, She had no wound on her hand anymore. "What happened? Did my wound just..."

“See, the thing is, I think you are lying. I leaned in closer to her, tightening my grip and I went. I watched the blacks in her eye disappear and for a second missed Ciara. I let up a little, I did not need her passing out. I was tired of this already. I flexed my free hand, breaking my wrist and allowing my paws and claws to form. I flashed it in her face and watched real fear settle in her. She was scared before but right now, she was terrified. I made her watch as the rest of my hand broke and was covered in fur. “Start talking. Lie to me again and this monstrosity is the last thing you’ll see.” “There’s a bar and grill place, by the road. Its a short drive from here. She has been barten