Waking Up With Black Tongue Novels & Stories

I’m lifted from the chair and I let out a small groan. “Go back to sleep. I’m carrying you to my room,” Moon says. My arms and legs are useless, so I do what he says. When I finally wake up, light hits my eyes and I struggle to climb out of bed before I puke. I run into Moon’s bathroom and barely make it to the toilet. Chips and tequila are not a good combination when they come up. When I think everything is expelled from my stomach, I turn on the shower and strip off my bra and panties. Moon must have removed the rest of my clothes last night. My toothbrush is in the drawer beside Moon’s, and I thoroughly brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth.

When I woke up early the next morning, no one was beside my bed. Mom had already gone to make breakfast. For some reason, my stomach hurt badly this morning. I forced myself out of bed and went to wash up. While I was brushing my teeth, I kept gagging and retching. In the end, I threw up a mouthful of blood. I turned the tap on and rinsed it all away as I had done so often, and then I continued to brush my teeth.

Wake up NOW! My head was still pounding. "What's wrong?" I said, but my speech was slurred, so it came out as "wasron". My arms and legs felt heavy. I started wretching. My stomach heaved and I puked up a gross pinkish-yellow bile. I must have swallowed some of the blood when I bit the rogues. I licked my teeth and the inside of my cheeks and spit out as much of the bile as I could. My mouth felt so gross. I needed water.

Its skin was a translucent light brown under the bright morning light, and its wide curious eyes were like pitch black pearls intent on devouring her. What stunned her the most however was how its plump tongue playfully hung out of its grinning mouth. A clear, sticky goo trickled from the edges of its large mouth. As if to prove Kiran's dreadful deduction about what woke her up, the deep red appendage stretched out from the confines of his mouth and drew a wide long line across her face; leaving in its wake a trail of clear, sticky, cold liquid. *** Noorh heard a bone chilling scream erupt from the spot where he left Kiran sleeping.

Bit back the cursing that sprang to my tongue as fire greedily ate the nerves in my eyeballs straight into my brain. I slapped a hand over my eyes. Tried to muffle my groan. The last thing I remembered from last night was being on a rooftop in the middle of the night and the face of a goddess peering down at me. Rolling to my side, I found that every inch of my body was in agony. And not the good kind. I felt like week old, dirty ass. Up on my hands and knees, I tried to work up some saliva in my mouth. Anything to get rid of the acrid taste that coated my tongue. I swallowed convulsively around the lump stuck at the back of my throat.

My pussy was sensitive and his tongue was still lodged inside it. My eyes shut close and the last thing I felt before passing out was his tongue still fucking my sensitive core. ………………….. I woke up with a start, not sure what woke me up. But then I felt a sharp pain in my eyes, making me hiss in response. I quickly realised I had slept with my lenses on.

He just left his Tobacco and winashout all the wild leaves that would come with him. She accompanies the song as she cleans. Moments later, he was suddenly startled by a sudden cough. He leaned over and caught his breath. The itch in his throat did not go away and he coughed again. "Fuck." He whispered. He looked at his palm and saw a trace of a small amount of blood. "What's this." he hurried to the bathroom to flashlight down his throat. "I can't see anything but tongue and palate. I don't have phlegm. Gross Lucy." he said and washed his hands. He decided to go out for a drink of syrup. Ely taught and only now will he do it again.

It was now or never. As he inched closer, I bit down hard, feeling the flesh of his tongue tear as his confusion turned to terror and he tried desperately to pull away. It wasn't until my teeth connected with each other that he was finally free and as he fell backward off the bed, clutching at his mouth and screaming in agony, I spat his severed tongue in his direction. "You better believe if I had teeth down there as well, then you'd have your cock at your feet too." I spat, trying desperately not to gag on the acrid taste of his blood.

Scott whispered with a hint of worry. I opened my eyes and found that everything around me was pitch black. Swollen eyes made it difficult to see anything clearly. I was even experiencing difficulty swallowing. Every part of my body felt tingly and itchy. My body felt like it was crawling with ants, and I was itchy everywhere. ‘Ugh…’ I cringed when I slipped into my own puke. There was no way for me to leave because I had no idea where I was. A deep voice whispered, and I spun toward it.

I mutter, stifling a yawn with the back of my hand. Almost immediately after I say those words, I start feeling drowsy. There is no way to understand what is happening. I try to open my mouth and speak but nothing makes it out. My mouth feels heavy, almost like it is glued shut. It gets harder and harder to open my eyes or blink so I just give up and let the eyes close. The last thing I see before everything goes black hair is curly hair and bright amber eyes.