The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

Chelsea stopped squirming and her breathing evened out . Lilian pulled her trembling hand away , she didn't even dare to look at it . She was quite sure after using so much mana , it must be looking truly ghastly and horrible just like a monster she was . The curse won't leave her alone even if she did something good , it was her bane whether good or bad it will always follow behind her like a haunting spirit . The nymph caught sight of her weathered up hand , which had wrinkled up like the hands of a hag except her's looks even uglier .

His thumb brushes over the fresh cut across my palm. The skin stings, a thin line of blood glistening beneath the moonlight. Then, before I can even process what he's doing— He lifts my hand, warm breath ghosting over my skin. And drags his tongue across the cut once. Soft. Warm. Wet. I stop breathing. Every thought in my head crashing into a wall. Then I rip my hand back so fast I nearly smack myself in the face. "What the fuck!" I stare at him, scrubbing my palm furiously against my dress. "Did you just lick me?"

Nick’s eyes darkened with hunger. "Good boy," Nick murmured. He reached out, grabbed Liam’s free hand, and pressed it flat against his soaked chest. "Feel it. This is what you slapped. Now worship it." Liam’s fingers trembled as they traced the hard muscle, the pebbled nipple. Nick’s skin was burning hot under the water. A low groan escaped Nick’s throat. "Lower." Liam’s hand slid down, over the ridges of abs, to the deep V. His knuckles brushed the base of Nick’s throbbing cock. Both men froze.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Ayla The silver bands did not go easily onto our fingers. Lugh’s knuckles were swollen from the training rings, the skin over the joints yellowed by old bruising. When he held his hand out to me before the high table, his elbow remained locked. His arm stayed so stiff that I had to move forward into his space just to push the cool metal home. His hand was cold. His skin smelled faintly of the river water he had used to scrub the horse sweat from his neck before the elders arrived.

“Go call, Frankenstein for me, tell him I need his help in healing my— Ack!... You… little… how dare you… “ He grunted with a clenched bloody teeth as his eyes slowly rolled up into his head. The shady figure removed it’s bloody little hand from Sheik's back at the splatter of blood around the walls, staining the wet weeds and little puddle of water of which could be slightly seen under the shades. Raised it’s little body up then licked it’s bloody hand, revealing a gleaming ultramarine upturned eyes incising through the darkness.

“You’ve left a mess on my hand, baby. It’d be rude not to clean it up.” I held eye contact while my tongue darted out, the tip sliding across his finger. He smiled wickedly, gesturing for me to open my mouth wider. Just as his finger goes to slid in, I licked my juices from his hands slowly and seductively before he pulled away from me and I adjusted myself.

He pulled my hand close to his face as if he wanted to bury his nose in it. Something tickly and wet touched my hand! Like an animal licking its companion, Regis carefully licked the palm of my hand. “You…!” I tried to hide my hand behind my back but was caught up in Regi’s swift movements. He looked at me and grinned. He acted without hesitation and the strange thing was that he didn’t look uncomfortable after licking my hand. “You are making it hard for me to accept your rejection, Miss Elizabeth.” “This is not…!” “Shssh,” he placed his finger on the seam of his lips. “Don’t shout. If you wake up Hogan, blood will be smeared in this place. Don’t wake up the beastly rogue.”

“Hands on the rail. Ass out.” She obeyed instantly, palms gripping the top board, back arched. Rowan kicked her feet wider, then dropped to one knee behind her. He spread her open with both hands—thumbs pulling her apart—and licked a long, slow stripe from clit to entrance. Lila moaned loud enough that it echoed off the barn wall. He did it again, tongue flat and broad, then pointed, flicking her clit in quick, cruel strokes before plunging inside her.

Fuck, why do I feel like that toward an evil man like him? "Is your attitude for show or do you go around like this all day?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. He was right, I was giving him the worst attitude I had in the closet. But after all, he deserved it. "You want to see something else?" he asked. "Whatever..." He held my hand and stuck out one of his claws cutting the palm of my hand. I screamed and jerked my hand of his hand. His eyes glowed at me before he reached for my hand pulling it to him before licking the cut on my palm only for it to instantly heal.