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

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.

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.

She woke up the next morning and found herself lying on the bed. She was surprised as to how she got there. A long stretch wasn't enough to remind her of anything relating to how she came to the bed so she just sat up on the bed. She tilted her neck a little and felt an unusual feeling around her neck. She hurried towards the mirror to find out what it could be. Getting to the mirror, she tilted her neck again to get a clearer picture. To her surprise, she saw four, black marks on her neck. They looked like scratches from cat's claws or…

Just when I thought I was going to pass out, the creature moved back to my father. It crouched down, its twisted face just inches from his. Then it extended its tongue. It was a black, serpentine thing, at least eight inches long, covered in slime and backward-facing barbs. It slowly reached for my father's closed eye. The tongue began to lick his left eyelid, making a wet, sticky sound. Dad's body began to twitch uncontrollably.

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.

ALEKSANDER Something doesn't feel right. It may be because I just woke up, but, something doesn't feel right. I feel kind of exhausted, my tongue feels heavy in my mouth, I've got a splitting headache, and I'm just waking up; normally, headaches start by nine. Also, I'm lying face down, an occurrence that is as rare as a pink sun. Theirs a familiar scent on my bed, but I can't remember where it's from. My sheets are rougher than usual, almost like I didn't make them at all last night.

"Keep talking like that and one day you'll wake up and find your tongue beside your bed." Kaila’s eyes widened, and she released a small gasp, taking a step back. I smirked enjoying the fear on her face. "You...you..." She looked like she was about to retort, but she didn’t get the chance. Because that was when I heard his voice. His deep, calm, yet commanding voice. “No one wakes up with their tongue beside their bed in my house.” My spine straightened instinctively. Fuck. I gulped down. I knew I should have whispered.