Waking Up With Black Tongue Novels & Stories

She’d call a cleaning service. “Can you at least speak!” She finally shouted at him really angry now that he was ignoring her. He winced again like her loud voice hurt his ears or something. He looked at her as he swallowed a mouthful of marshmallows. He bared his teeth at her, which were surprisingly white and she narrowed her gaze. She had no idea what to make of him slowly sticking his tongue out at her. It looked normal to her. He had some kind of tongue ring right in the center. It wasn’t a typical one she’d ever seen before, it looked like some kind of small blade or spike through his tongue. He stopped sticking his tongue out and stuffed more marshmallows into his mouth finishing the

He bit down on his tongue and brushed it over his teeth. “Bedroom,”

Bile bubbles in my throat. “ You can heal on your own. It will only take a night. ” He tells me, his voice too close to my ear, distracting me, making me dizzy and needy. I run my tongue across my dry lips before opening my mouth and closing it around the bleeding bite mark on his wrist. It tastes horrible at first, but then, it tastes like his lips. Addictive, soothing. I try to make myself think like that but it only works temporarily before I am repulsed by the metallic taste in my mouth again.

Surrounded by the night's stillness, I let myself drift off to sleep. I awoke surrounded by a sea of gray fur, and a massive, wet tongue began licking my cheeks. "What the fuck-" I shrieked, leaping to my feet. My eyes met the wolf's, and there was something oddly familiar about them, though I couldn't quite place it.

Kael Pov The next morning, I woke with blood in my mouth. Not from a wound. From my own teeth. I had bitten through my tongue in my sleep like an animal trying to chew through a trap. The healer who came—wide-eyed, careful, too young to have learned how to lie convincingly—told me it was stress. He dabbed at my lip, asked if I’d been drinking, avoided my eyes as if looking at me too long might invite something to look back.

The first thing I registered when I woke was the sour taste in my mouth. My body felt heavy, sluggish, as if I had been swimming through smoke all night. For a moment, I thought maybe it was just exhaustion. After all, Lorenzo and I hadn’t exactly taken it easy last night. My body still throbbed in places I didn’t dare acknowledge out loud. But then the bitter tang coated my tongue again, and I groaned, rolling onto my side. My stomach clenched hard, a sharp warning that had me bolting upright before I could think.

Blue muttered weakly. Black still didn’t stop until he suddenly heard a disturbing sound—Blue vomited all over the bed. “Shit!” Black shouted at the top of his lungs.

I sip my tea as I begin to read. I find myself surrounded by darkness again. I must be dreaming because I hear whispers and feel tongues roam my body. It feels so good. Then forked tongues join the soft wet human ones. It feels alien, yet I don't recoil. Instead, I lean into it. But I can't move my arms, they must be tied. Part of me wishes to see myself like this, but the other part of me fears that the forked tongues belong to dragons. Another forked tongue joins the other three. As it delves inside of my pussy, I bolt awake. What the fuck was that!

Melucia When I woke up, the first thing I felt was softness under my body and I relaxed on it and tried to go back to sleep but with the pressure in my bladder and the way my head was pounding, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully. My mouth tasted bitter, and bits of dried leaves clung to the corners of my lips. My throat was so dry it hurt to swallow. I blinked a few times until my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room.

I screamed, trying to fight, but I couldn't, the hand kept on dragging me. "I warned you, " the voice whispered in my ear. **** I woke up with a gasp, panting heavily. It was pitch black in my room, so I switched on the light. My vision was blurry for a few seconds as my eyes tried to adjust to the sudden brightness. I was sweaty all over, with my hair sticking to my face and neck. Gross.