Angel Dust Cute Art Novels & Stories

"You look like you need a spanking, but I'm thinking that would only lead to me playing around in places that would have us in trouble. You moan too loud to get away with anything in here." She smacked his chest as her laughter filled the room around him. He pulled her back to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, leaning down and kissing her ear. "What do you see when you look at it?" He glanced up, not seeing much of anything other than someone getting trigger happy with a paint gun. Art made no fucking sense at all. The price tag showed that the piece was valued at over ten grand, which was completely ridiculous. "I see the division of heaven and hell. Angels in a battle for the end

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte

Perhaps she was just going with a dark theme? But when Angelique threw on some final touches, a pendant on the choker, and a lace mask, she stepped back and allowed Amber to get the whole view of the masterpiece, and it came together beautifully. Amber realized it wasn’t a cage at all, it was her beautiful web, and she was the fucking spider queen. The mask was in the shape of a spider, though elegantly and gracefully done, and the pendant was made of gorgeous black and white diamonds shaped like a spider.

She chuckles and angles her ass in the air, causing her pussy lips to spread out like a blooming flower, and exposing her soft red walls. “Elena…” I fold on top of her like a starved teen, my cock kisses her back and grazes the perimeter. “We can't…” “Take the art… and one last time, take the artist.” She slides down so her breasts lie onto the mattress and her ass pushes up against my curved frame. Fuck!!! My hand moves so swiftly like it's been waiting for approval. I rub around her smooth ass and find her gaping pussy, and without warning, I slip in a finger!

she teased. I ignored her and grabbed a paper cutter from my desk. Carefully, I cut open the box and pulled out the item inside. The wrapping fell away, revealing a beautiful artwork. A woman standing in a field of wildflowers. A silver-white gown flowing under the moonlight. Her face slightly turned away, her bare feet barely touching the ground. Long hair the color of dusk. Eyes filled with untold stories. It was mesmerizing. Almost haunting. Aria let out another exaggerated gasp. “It’s beautiful.”

Dante didn’t drop his gaze from my stare, holding it without shame. “I’ll kill him—and then I’ll take his territory. I’ve had my sights set on it anyway.” I showered after my workout. By the time I woke up and was ready for the day, it was noon. I looked at my phone before I headed downstairs and saw the message from George. Your artwork is currently being hung in the study. Which meant Astrid was here. The bombshell brunette who was so damn fine. With almond-shaped eyes, green like emeralds and an ass that looked like a summer nectarine in her tight dresses, the woman had a mouth that fired off like a pistol.

His fingers absentmindedly twirled the Buddhist beads around his wrist. Noticing his focus, Amelia walked over. “It’s a fake.” “Otherwise, would it be real?” Carl raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his lips. Amelia’s eyes glimmered with mirth. “What if it is?” Carl didn’t speak further, continuing to gaze at the painting. His pupils deepened as he studied the image. The painting depicted a towering pine tree casting shade, with delicate bamboo beside it, and ghost, dressed in red robes and black boots, drunkenly leaning against the pine to sleep.

She cracked me up, both of us laughing like schoolgirls, which was epic, since I hadn’t felt like I could be one in years. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll make sure we’re well behaved. I’ll hide the marker pens, too.” She reached in her bag, pulling out her laptop and balancing it on her lap. She switched it on and clicked straight into a directory, and she hadn’t been lying with NSFW artwork. Her stuff was fierce, and filthy. The girls were bound like whores being taken by beasts of men, and all of them looked incredible. She was a master at illustration.

Whoever had done the work was a fantastic artist. He stood perfectly still, but his hands clenched, muscles quivering beneath my touch everywhere my hand roamed. My fingers trail down, following the design as it flowed down the left side of his body to his abs. It was free, fluid with gentle curves. A combination of hard lines but also soft florals and swirls amidst dangerous embellished claws that looked more like art than paws. I was disappointed to realize the design disappeared down past his waistband where I could no longer see it.

Alpha Dante's Point Of View: As I stepped out of the bathroom, my gaze fell upon Aurelia, who was engrossed in examining the photographs adorning the walls of my room. A sense of pride swelled within me as I approached her from behind, gently wrapping my arm around her waist. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her delicate ear, my voice filled with confidence, "You know, Aurelia, I happen to be quite the artist myself."