The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

I held his wrists with care. Dicken uttered a low grunt. God knew how agonizing it was. I was heartbroken, but all I could do was look at his wounds. I slowly peeled away the new tissues stuck to the handcuffs, allowing the newly grown tissues to return to the exposed bones. I stuck out my tongue and meticulously licked all of his wounds, not missing a single one. Healing both of his webbed claws was not a simple task. When both of his wrists were clotted with a transparent layer, I was already sweating from tiredness. Then I finally realized a wet and lubricant thing seemed to be licking my chest.

Then, just as I was teetering on the edge of oblivion, he abruptly pulled his hand away from my core, leaving me gasping and aching. He held it up before my eyes, a provocative display. Slowly, he stretched out his hand, and I saw he a clear sticky liquid was clinging between his thick long fingers. My breath hitched in my throat, and my eyes widened. I watched as he raised his fingers to his lips and slowly licked them clean. My jaw dropped. Disgust warred with a strange, shocking surge of arousal. I couldn't tear my gaze away. The predatory gleam in his eyes intensified as he registered my shock.

I called in pain, but he didn't ask, he stretch his bleeding hand to me. Lick them off. Was he asking me to have his blood again, I have no idea why he asked that of me, if licking every blood off his skin will give him the strength to climb off this place then I will gladly do it. I pulled his arm to lick it. Not there but here. That was when I realized it was the blood coming from his hand, not the worthless blood of those wolves that he had to slay I lower my head and lick off the blood from his wound.

I became curious. “W-what's that?” He grinned again. “You'll see. But first-” he stared at his hand that had been inside my pussy. I followed his gaze, cringing when I saw a clear liquid coating his fingers. “I'm so sorry-” He chuckled. “Don't apologize. It's an honor.” And before me, that very moment, he licked the liquid off his hands, before sliding his tongue across his lips and winking at my shocked self.

Then he shook his head, pointing to his hand. “Yes, yes, it’s up to your paws,” I blurted out. The wolf shook again and sniffed at her. What does it mean? Ready to share your high quality snobby spit? I looked at him unsurely. Okay, I don't have a choice, I need my arm active and on my shoulder. I carefully began to unbind my hand, and the wolf began to step on its paws from impatience. Seeing the wound, he whimpered plaintively, sniffed carefully and licked carefully. I twitched at the unaccustomed touch, but the wolf looked at me so imploringly that I returned my hand. Yes, he did not spare saliva! I hope I did not in vain stifle my disgust for a beaten minute, and the wound will begin to

Grants hand is in hers, and there is blood on his hand. “Oh! God sorry” she says wiping the blood away and then blinking down at his unblemished hand. She licks her lips again and tastes more blood. “Did I bite my mouth?” she wonders licking the blood from her lips and swallowing. McKenzie smiles “maybe you did. Do you want to stop?” he asks River looks at his hand again and turns their hands over. She sees no bite mark on either of their hands “well this day is just getting odder” she mutters before lifting her father’s phone again and pressing play.

I drew a moan when he began inserting inserting his whole hand, and I was shocked that I had accommodated his hand up to his wrist inside me. He began moving his hand, riding me, and I could no longer control my moans anymore. The pleasures of him just fingering me was too much, and I began longing to feel the pleasures of his big hard dick within me. I groaned when I felt his hand slipping out of me, and I was driving wet. His hand was covered in my wetness, and we both stared at it, by my face paled when he began licking it off his hand. "Isn't that gross?" I asked, my hand covering my mouth as I watched him licking my wetness from his hand, and he shook his head.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

"That's important. The skin is sensitive. You can be firm with your grip, but don't squeeze too hard or it'll hurt." She adjusted her grip, tighter now, and stroked more confidently. "Like this?" "Perfect. Just like that." She continued exploring, her thumb brushing over the head and spreading the precum that had gathered there. "And this? What's this for?" "Lubrication, basically. Makes things slide easier. You can use it to help your hand move, or—" I stopped as she brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it clean. "Fuck, Lily." "Sorry," she said, not looking sorry at all. "I was curious what it tasted like. It's... not bad. Kind of salty?"

The car ride to the dog-fighting ring was heavy with silence. The only sounds were the low rumble of the engine and the occasional distant siren cutting through the night. Lily sat squeezed between Cedric and Gianni in the back seat, her small hands folded neatly in her lap. They were still smeared with Ray’s dried blood. Dark streaks ran across her palms and fingers. She hadn’t washed them. When Cedric pulled a wet wipe from the center console and gently offered it to her, she shook her head slowly.