The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

Hard to know. The wolves prepared for battle. Against a hand. A single hand. A hand not attached to anything else. “Are we sure it is not some kind of puppet,” a warrior asked. “Like a cursed glove.” “It has fingernails,” I snapped. “Puppets do not have cuticles.” Lucian gripped the broom tighter. “I am going to poke it.” “Do not poke it,” Marek warned. “I am absolutely going to poke it,” Lucian replied.

“Mmmph—! Yes… yes, fuck me with your fingers— shit, I’m so close!” Mila pulled her fingers out suddenly, leaving Lydia whining at the empty ache. She brought her glistening hand to her mouth, locking eyes with Lydia as she slowly licked every drop of her arousal off her fingers. “Mmm. You taste so fucking good. Sweet, desperate, and all mine right now.”

When I’m spent, when I can barely hold myself upright, he doesn’t let go. He brings his hand up to his face. Slow. Deliberate. My cum glistens on his fingers, runs down his palm, and he opens his mouth and takes them in. He licks his hands, taking my cum into his mouth. His tongue curls around his fingers, and he’s licking it like there’s some sweetness to it, like it’s something to savor. His eyes stay on me the whole time, silver and dark, watching my reaction. My face burns. My spent cock still throbs.

Between the liquor and her touch, I couldn’t tell which was winning. I closed my eyes and tightened my fists as she took down my boxers and suckled on my member. A feeling of immense pleasure and ecstasy ravaged my entire being; each suckle sending me to paradise and back. My passion was fully ignited and though I was weakened, I was ready to swing into deep action but each time I tried to get myself up and reach down for her, she pushed my chest back and I staggered backwards and moaned even louder as she had her way with my body.

For ever would lay a hand on her was to face his true form. Chelsea's eyes widened, and her smile only grew at the sight of his shift. That must've angered him further. His claws gripped her shoulders harder until blood oozed from her skin. The smile wavered for a second as his claws dug into her skin further. The smile vanished quickly as a scream ripped from her throat just as his claws ripped her arms off of her body. Lily's eyes widened as blood and ichor sprayed on the wall and carpet. Droplets splattered on her face and chest.

He held out his lengthy clawed hand. Lawrence shuddered. Chis hand used to be crusty with rocky cysts and scabs of lichen, like a ruined statue. The remaining factor she wanted to do used to be take it in her very own hand. But if she didnt, if she despatched him on his way right now . . .

The first beautiful cock if you count out the creepy old man wanking at little girls before he was caught and killed. Out of curiosity, I wrapped my second hand around the base, eyes widening in surprise at the little but powerful jerk. How could something be so strong yet so pliable at the same time? “Lykaki.” His voice was strained with effort, face pinched tight. “The more you hold on to it, the less likely I am to hold on to my—” Any further warning was lost the moment I slipped off the bed and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth.

I shut my eyes close, fondling on my left breath while my right hands went in and out of my wet hole. “Ohhh, look at her!” I heard Nyra's voice as I pulled my eyes back open. She stared at me with a smile on her face and Lira's head was no longer buried down in between her legs, instead, she stared at my fingers which were now right inside of my cunt. Nyra dropped her legs down as she moved a bit closer to me, reaching out to my hands and tracing her fingers right in it until she got to my pussy. She looked up at me, and then down at it once again before pulling my fingers out slowly. She held my hands out, stretching it towards Lira who crawled right in front of me and took my fingers into

Her palm throbbed sharp, searing, painful. Liam sensed it. “What? What happened?” “M my hand,” she whispered, voice shaking. “It hurts.” He captured her hand again gently, trying to examine what he couldn’t see. “Is it cold? Hot? What does it feel like?” “Both,” she choked. “Like… it marked me.” The air vibrated a low, almost pleased rumble. Liam’s jaw clenched. His voice turned steel. “Show yourself.” Silence fell.

His jaw clenched. Without a word, he reached out. Lillian barely had time to react before his clawed fingers grazed the torn fabric of her sleeve. His touch was surprisingly careful, despite the sharpness of his claws. “You’re hurt,” he muttered. “It’s nothing,” she shot back, more out of stubbornness than truth. Aedric’s gaze flickered to hers. Then, without warning, he lowered his head— And licked the wound. Lillian gasped, jerking back. “What the hell are you—”