Waking Up With Black Tongue Novels & Stories

The cold water flows into my mouth , easing the pain my tongue had felt a few minutes ago. “Oof” I huff out after pulling away from the tap. I let out a sigh after closing the tap. What a way to destroy and kill my calm morning mood! I was just beginning to relish the peace this morning had… well evening , because it is technically evening because it is after 12. I could not wake up early today because I only went to bed at 4am. After all that ice cream , I had eaten – there was no way my sugar crashed ass could get up.

She pressed with the tip of her tongue firmly and was rewarded with a rough groan from Blake’s throat and the flavor of his pre-cum spreading in her mouth. “Oh, God… Your mouth… Your tongue… You’re already killing me…”

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.

“Cover me. I want all of you to cum all over me.” They didn’t need telling twice. Jake went first, stroking his thick cock fast and hard right in front of my face. “Open your mouth, baby. Let me see your tongue.” I obeyed instantly, sticking my tongue out flat, eyes wide and eager. He groaned loud and erupted thick, hot ropes of cum splattering across my tongue, my cheeks, and my forehead. Some landed on my lashes, some dripped down to my open mouth. I swallowed what I could, moaning at the salty taste.

I mean if all I had to do to last time to unleash the Beast was to dismiss myself and wear some still pretty decent nightwear; then he surely is not going to hold back tonight. My eyes fluttered open and as soon as my eyelids rose up, a sharp pang of pain rippled across my jaw and I tasted bitterness on my tongue. The distinct taste of blood mixing with my saliva. It took me a few seconds to fully regain consciousness and necessary mental function to register what was happening. I grimaced profusely as the bloody saliva went down my throat and my tongue swept over my teeth, causing more blood to be swallowed to accumulated in my mouth. I felt like shit, but for one, I was very relieved that

TATE I WOKE UP and everything was black. Not the kind of dark you can push through or guess where you are. It was the kind that swallows you whole, thick and endless. No rough ropes biting into my skin, no blood clogging my throat—just silence and cold that creeped under my skin.

the doctor droned in a professional tone, clip board in hand. I felt like shit to say the least. It was early morning the next day after Michael had brought me to the hospital. I had blacked out as soon as we got here and woke up with a bandage around by jaw and head, plus an excruciating pain on the lower part of my mouth. The worst part about this is I couldn’t talk too much or yell at Michael after he had so blatantly humiliated me last night.

A moan escaped me and I tried to bit my tongue to stop it. “Don’t you dare bite it down. I want you to wake up your whole pack house, do you understand?” I nodded and as his tongue licked the tip of my cock I screamed out his name. I sputtered, trying to stop him but his lips were already around my head and his tongue swirled around. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried hold back. My breath became ragged as I felt his lips slip further down my shaft. His warm tongue swirled and then he sucked.

I was sure I never completed a full cycle though, because the pain in my neck and bones that accompanied me when I woke up was simply from a place of pain. I pushed all the irrelevant thoughts out of my mind as I pulled myself back to the present. The taste still remained, and for a moment, I could only ask myself how the blood had even gotten to my mouth in the first place. Had I bitten down on my tongue so hard that I'd bled without even knowing. It was sharp, metallic, and bitter as it slid down the back of my throat. I coughed, hard, but the sound barely echoed in the small, cold space I was trapped in.

I lost consciousness and did not know anything else. Upon waking, I discovered water and food on the ground, so I twisted my neck so that my tongue would reach it. I lick it from the ground as if I were an animal, but at this point, nothing mattered to me anymore. And with the food, I didn't bother, I was so exhausted and weak that despite being so hungry, I couldn't move to grab it.