The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

Give me your hand," I growled softly and he looked away from me. "Give me your hand now, sir and stop being a stubborn beast. I can smell your blood. You have a deep cut that needs repaired," I mumbled firmly and he huffed and opened his hand palm up at me. I saw the bad injuries and looked up at him with teary eyes. I started removing the pieces of thin glass like porcelain from his flesh and asked Alya for a bowl of water and a rag. I held my hand over his bloody palm and used my magic to force any deeper fragments to the surface while I healed his flesh. Once the water came I washed the remaining blood away. Luric was looking at me admirably but strangely.

I start to ask. His tongue glides over the wound on my hand, which leaves a burning sensation. I whimper and try to pull away but he licks it again. This time, it doesn't burn or anything. "Why'd you do that?" I ask, looking down at my hand. The redness is gone. Ramon smirks. "Lycan, remember? It'll help heal it faster." He steps between my legs and I nod my head, staring at my hand still confused. How can a lick heal my wound? I can't comprehend it whatsoever!

Leo stared at the man's hand, at the pearly strings of his own cum clinging to the long, elegant fingers. A wave of nausea and shame washed over him, so potent it almost made him gag. Lick it? Lick his own cum off this man's hand? It was degrading, filthy, the most humiliating thing he could imagine.

While hurriedly pushing the glove in her hand, Lily said, "It's not about keeping you warm! It's about this!" Dropping her hand that was wrapped in the glove, Lily lifted Skyla's left hand and pointed at her backhand. Skyla looked at her plain backhand and then at Lily who said, "Skyla, Lycans are born with tattoos in their left backhands. If mistakenly someone from the Lycan's Territory sees your blank backhand they would recognize you as a werewolf and you know what Lycans do to werewolves!"

However, it was too late now. Nicholas kept inching closer and closer to me. Then, he stomped on my right hand and kept stomping on it with all his might. The pain was so great that I couldn't even make a sound anymore. Tears flooded my eyes at once. Nicholas' figure turned blurry in my vision. Now, he looked even more like a monster to me. I tried to pull my hand back, but it was to no avail. I felt terror spreading through my chest. My hand!

She heard Skyler's voice behind her and she turn around only to receive a hard punch on her face making her stagger backward while holding her torn lips which was bleeding. Skyler landed her another punch in her face and another and when she was about to land her the fourth punch Lilith immediately caught hold of her hand and was about to twist it but Skyler was quick to pull out her hand from her shoulder and Lilith screamed in agony as blood splurted out. Skyler broke the dismembered hand into halves and threw it away on the sand for it to disappear “ That's for hurting my Lucy ” She said and watched as Lilith's hand grew back slowly.

They were four so I swiftly punctured the first one’s throat with a sharp right and when I tried to punch the second one in his chest, my hand went all the way through his body and came out at his back so that I was stuck momentarily by his now-crooked rib cage and crumbled organs and blood vessels. It was messy and the delay caused me to get clawed on the back by one of the remaining two Lycans behind me but that was it as I pulled my hand out of the Lycan’s body in an aimless fashion causing blood to come splashing on me and the soon-to-be dead bodies. I turned to face them now and then the one without a right hand used his left hand in an attempt to claw me in my sides but then he never m

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..."

My hands were submerged in slimy gel. Then the boys turned around and asked me to caress them with my hands pulled right out of their asses. I am a good uncle, I do not deny pleasure to those who beg for it. So with my palms sticky and slimy from both the lube and intestinal secretions I stroked their hair, touched their faces, scratched their ears. Later on like grateful puppies they licked my hands and shared the saliva with each other. I even got a boner from watching that scene.

Smiled. > “You used to hate your mouth,” the reflection said. Sera didn’t respond. > “Said it curved the wrong way when you lied.” The reflection stepped closer no glass between them. Just air. Just implication. > “I don’t lie.” Sera swallowed. > “You’re not me.” The reflection tilted its head. > “Not yet.” A pause. Then a shift. The reflection blinked. > “But I remember Lucien’s hands.” > “I remember the book Elise hid under the vent.”