Waking Up With Black Tongue Novels & Stories

I lоvе the fееlіng of his mоuth оn mе, and thе shivers passing асrоѕѕ my bоdу. Whеn I wаkе up оn thе ѕhіttу mаttrеѕѕ, I’m сlеаrеr. My bоdу tіnglеѕ, аnd I remember the drеаm. Blаkе is my еvеrуthіng. I knоw thіѕ now.

But beneath the revulsion, a treacherous heat bloomed low in my belly, tingling and spreading outward with every deliberate stroke. Gods… his tongue. It was impossibly long and thick, rough like warm velvet over sand, textured in a way no human tongue could ever be. It curled slightly at the tip, pressing firmly against my folds, parting them, tasting every inch of me as if I were the rarest nectar. When it dragged over my clit again I couldn’t stop the tiny gasp that escaped my lips. My eyes snapped open. The Black Beast was between my spread thighs.

I was just about to speak when a massive coughing fit seized me, and my body began to shake uncontrollably. I groaned in pain. Immediately after, bright red blood actually seeped out from between my fingers, dripping to the floor and creating a startling scene. In that instant, everyone looked at me in shock—even Simon, who had offered me the glass, was scared out of his wits. "How could this happen?" Willa sounded completely stunned. She instinctively reached out to support my limp body as it slumped toward the floor. Delilah, however, beat her to it and caught me. She no longer had that carefree smile on her face as she bellowed, "Hurry up and call for an ambulance!"

"We aren't going home sober today, you hear me?" Indeed, both of us got wasted before calling a cab home. I stumbled toward the door and pushed it open, only to see Harold's face alight with fury. "Who's that guy?" he accused. "You're getting married soon! What are you doing, drinking with a man until the dead of the night?" His grip was tight around my wrist, the pain sobering me up somewhat. "He's the cab driver," I replied. Harold's fury subsided, and he let go of me. It was a rare occasion, it seemed—he went into the kitchen and made me eggs and bacon. Greasy food always helped when I was drunk.

And when he ran it slowly around my nipple, I felt something that made me arch my back and grab his hair. Bumps. Small ones, along the entire length of his tongue. Like ridges. Like beads. Each one scraped against my skin in a different way, creating layers of sensation that my brain couldn’t process. “Mortyss…” I moaned, looking down. “Your tongue…” He raised his eyes to me without taking his mouth off my breast. His violet eyes were brighter than ever. And then, deliberately, he showed me his tongue. It was purple. Forked at the tip, like a snake’s. And along its entire length, rows of small bumps pulsed, each one the size of a tiny pea, glistening with a moisture that wasn’t human saliva.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 Standing at the centre of the street with the Metallic and Salty taste of someone else's blood lingering on my tongue. My whole body instantly seized up. My eyes squeeze shut, a low, guttural groan escaping my throat. I violently spat the gathering saliva onto the ground. It lands with a wet thwack. Leaning against the wall, dry-heaving, my mouth stretched wide in a silent scream. I grab my bottle of water and furiously swish and spat again and again, trying to erase the abominable flavor from my tongue. Every nerve screaming poison.

If he didn't want to talk, then so be it. My mind was so deeply occupied with thoughts, and I wasn't conscious of my chewing and ended up mistakenly biting hard against my tongue. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, covering my hands with my cupped hands. His chair screeched against the tiles as he jumped on his feet, wearing a concerned expression. “What happened, Tanya?” His voice rang with urgency. He was quickly by my side, and he crouched beside me, placing his hand against my back. “I bit my tongue,” I told him. “I think it's bleeding,” I continued, tasting the metallic tang of blood as pain radiated from my wound.

I must have left it in the recording studio. No way am I going back in there. Felix could be doing one of his solo songwriting and recording sessions, and I’m definitely not ready to be alone with him again. Besides, I have no idea what time it is. It’s probably like 2am. I couldn’t phone mom anyway. I flop back down on the bed, about the crawl under the covers, when I realize that there’s a weird taste in my mouth. It’s sort of… metallic. Blood. I must have bitten my tongue while I was sleeping. Gross.

As I reluctantly start to wake up all I feel is unbearable throbbing in my skull and the revolting sensation of my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Even though my eyes are closed I shut them tighter as I detect the harsh morning sun through my eyelids. For the love of Ezillus, someone close the fucking curtains.

I cough and shove it away. Lily covers her mouth and smirks at me, resting her hands on her hips. I furiously wipe my mouth. My movements become sluggish, the world around me moving slowly. “This will fulfill your wish of finding a place to belong.” Her words echo in my mind, the world around me going black, whisking me away into a slumber I never wanted to slip into. I wake up to the sharp taste of wine on my tongue. My head throbs and my body feels like it is on fire. I shake my head and rub my temples, trying to wake myself up.