Snake Bite Piercing Tongue Novels & Stories

When he looked down there I quickly removed my hand, that part created a crease so he smiled. "Sorry for that," I said as I recovered from the pain. He shook his head at me. "That's fine. Now tongue?" I nodded and gaped so he could pierce my tongue. He was wearing non-sterile gloves so it was okay. He touched my tongue while piercing the middle. I realize that tongue piercing does look painful and excruciating, but the truth is that it is the least painful of all. I didn't even realize it was over when he let go of my tongue. He wiped the blood there and I tasted some.

While she had to admit that she was uncomfortable at undressing a man for the first time, she was more anxious about being incapable of saving him. Based on the TV shows and movies she watched, one way to save someone bitten by a snake was to suck the venom out of the wound. It wasn't recommended by experts because the venom could kill whoever tried to suck it out. There also wasn't any guarantee that sucking the venom with one's mouth could get rid of all the venom inside a victim's veins. Having no prior experience in sucking venom - much less blood - out of someone, she wasn't confident that she could perform it properly. She was determined to try it anyway.

I moaned and offered more of my neck to him. Without warning, i felt the sharp piercing pain in my neck, his canines puncturing my skin and reaching deep down to my flesh. It was an intense pain for the first few seconds. Adrian held in, still thrusting inside me, once, twice before he withdrew his canines and licked his bite.

Alessia's POV It HURTS and I feel like my neck is burning because of the snake bite. There seemed to be a spreading scalding liquid that was creeping up and getting bigger and bigger. The sharp fangs of the snake are buried in my neck. "Oh!" I heard Margarett's roar, so even though I felt a burning sensation in my neck, I opened my eyes and saw that her tongue was cut and now it was spewing blood.

A piercing scream echoed through the tomb chamber, sounding particularly bone-chilling. Tiana's trembling voice followed immediately after. "W-What the hell is that thing?" Andrew smiled bitterly, realizing there was no hiding it anymore. He drew his knife and slashed toward Lenny's head without even looking, but the dangling tongue moved with lightning speed, wrapping around Lenny's neck and pulling him upward. Thankfully, his hunting knife struck faster, cutting the tongue in half with a single stroke.

He bit my lower lip hard until it was completely swollen and began to bleed, I wanted to cry in pain but he didn't give me a chance and his tongue pried my mouth open and with the help of it he pulled my tongue into his mouth and then bit my tongue. At this moment he was completely consumed by anger and out of his senses, I wanted to use my magic to get rid of him but I could not do that too as he had one of my wrists twisted which was now turning numb with pain and the other was pinned above my head against the wall. Soon his fangs pierced my tongue and this time finally a sharp painful shout left my throat and hit his lips. My lips were now trembling and I just wanted to push him away but

I said, reaching for his ankle. He shifted, pulling his foot away slightly. “Answer me first.” I grabbed the leg. “Let me,” I said, meeting his gaze briefly before returning my focus to the bite. His resistance faltered, and he leaned back, his eyes never leaving me. I opened the first aid kit beside me, the soft click of the latch the only sound between us. The wound was worse than I thought. The snake’s fangs had left two jagged punctures, the skin around them red and swollen. The faintest bruise was starting to form. I cleaned the area gently.

His thumb rested on my cheekbone, far too steady for a world that had already begun breaking into pieces. I tried to open my mouth and say something, but my tongue wouldn’t move. A pinpoint of heat flared at my neck where the needle had pierced me. At first, it was just a quick sting—like a pissed-off bee taking a cheap shot—sharp and annoying as hell, but nothing that screamed danger. Then it spread, like someone was pouring boiling tequila directly beneath my skin. From my neck. To my jaw. Behind my ear. Down my throat. I tried to swallow, but my throat felt lined with ash and ground glass. Once. Twice. Nothing moved. Even my own saliva sat there like something that didn’t belong to me.

"I'm hungry. Feed me. Or I won't be so nice… I'll leave a bad review." I had no idea how to respond to this kind of situation. My curiosity flared unexpectedly. "Here, take it." I placed the food in front of her, and she immediately stuck out her tongue, her shiny tongue piercing sending ripples of unease through my chest. "Throw it on the floor," she said softly. "Scatter it around a little." I didn't argue. She seemed to be really into it, and who was I to judge someone's quirks? I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground.

"I regret not being there for you... Believe me, I do! But believe me when I say this, I had no choice. On the night of the accident, I fell to the ground and was wounded. Then, a shadowy figure approached me and plunged this into my neck. He gripped my face, squeezing it like a child, and growled at me, explaining that it was the only weapon capable of slaying a Lycanthrope. He also warned me that it would leave me paralyzed for life, unable to walk, speak, or even breathe properly, as the needle had pierced both my vocal cords and spinal cord.