Novel & Cerita Bloody Painter Fanart

"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

Lines of white and gold dominate the edges of the carving. Lilly could see that the paintings were continuous stories. There are two people who stand out the most in the painting. She noticed that they appear to be leading the war, protecting people, and at the forefront of defense. These two are very similar to the painting in the main house. Lilly walked further when she saw a painting that made her curious. She didn't care if her neck hurt from looking up for too long. This painting was a continuation of other paintings. She could see that the man in the painting was the previous Alpha Blue Moon, the father of the triplets. He seemed to be aiming a long, sharp, pointed weapon until it hit

“Then, when you're coated in paint, we're going to have copious amounts of sex and the transfer of the paint from your body to mine and to the canvas will be our art.” “Oh, yes please.” he clapped his hands excitedly. “Get to it then. Paint me up.” She looked at him as he stroked his cock and she shook her head. There was nothing shy about this man and she revealed his bold brash behavior. “I think I want the blue and greens and maybe some purple and a hint of teal. “She playfully bent over, lifting her ass in the air and enjoyed the sharp inhalation as she flashes her goods in his direction. His low primal growl as she lifted a hand and unclipped her bra and let her breasts sway while she d

Then I began to fuck her mouth in long, steady strokes. Her painted breasts jiggled with every thrust. The burgundy streaks smeared across her skin. My balls slapped against her chin. Saliva dripped down her neck, mixing with the paint. I looked down at her. “You look like a work of art already,” I said. “My little redhead canvas. Covered in my colours. Soon you will be covered in my cum too.” She moaned around my cock. The vibration made my spine tingle. I pulled out. Stroked myself twice. Smacked the wet head against her painted tits. Left streaks of pre-cum across the burgundy.

However, underneath that sadistic amusement was a much deeper emotion, charged with indescribable sorrow. He looked away from the two younger women and studied Hannah's expression instead. The base color of the artwork he had given Hannah was dark, and the blotches of black paint on the canvas felt almost oppressing. They were like storm clouds in the sky just before a thunderstorm. Dark brush strokes revealed a setting sun on the horizon. The sun was a deep crimson, and it looked like the color of blood. There was also a field painted in the artwork, and a singular metal cage was on that field.

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

The painting was beyond beautiful. The deep colors of gold and blood red blended well together as faint light blue is sprinkled here and there. The painting was of a woman. Her plump blood-red lips are slightly parted as she is blinded and folded with the dark red cloth. The texture and details show cast realism in the art. Her pale hand resting on her face as the expression of the woman is a deep love of something that is far of arm's reach. The touches of gold are like shallow waves deep rich wood oak.

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

I removed them slowly, using an empty wall for support, and then grabbed them in one hand, while continuing to walk around barefoot. My attention was pulled from a painting in a far wall, but I just couldn’t resist the colors mixed in it. I made a few fast silent steps until I was in front of this masterpiece. It was made from my favorite colors--black and white, spilled on the canvas in a magical way, their fight frozen in time for all to admire. It wasn’t a picture of something, it was just paint, covering the white space in a stunning way, hypnotizing you by its peculiar shapes. I loved how the white was invading the space of the black, mixing in places to create many shades of gray.

“Suck your artist’s cock while you’re covered in my paint.” I moaned around him, taking him deeper, drooling down his shaft. He fucked my mouth with slow, deep thrusts while his hands continued painting my shoulders and neck. After a few minutes, he pulled me up and laid me down on the large drop cloth. Paint smeared everywhere as he positioned himself between my thighs. “Look at you,” he said, staring at my painted, naked body. “A living masterpiece.” He rubbed his thick cock along my painted pussy, then pushed inside me in one long thrust. We both groaned as he filled me completely.