Cute Fire Tattoo Novels & Stories

Aurora wondered if the cats and birds ever got accidentally mixed. That would end very poorly indeed. A fire breather with a large tattoo across his bare chest took the stage. Although the platform on which he stood was wood, he assured his audience that they were perfectly safe. Taking a swig of a clear liquid, he blew into the sky and lit the spray on fire. Like a dragon's breath, the fire licked at the sky before dissipating into the blue-grey sky. As the sky darkened into night, the fire was blown in every direction before the flame itself was eaten by the performer, and the light extinguished.

Theo asked Kian. "It's not just any ordinary tattoos," Kaleb said and looks at Kian who smiled at him. Kian ends their confusion and shows them what he meant. He turned his left arm into solid ice while on his right hand, a blue flame came out. All of them are in awe including Kaleb. "How? Your flames are purple and black. How come it's blue? And the ice?" Vance bombarded him with questions. "Okay let me tell you all. First, the ice is from Kōri and the blue flame is from Feu. They-

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

“We don’t run. Not anymore.” Before I could speak, he crushed his mouth to mine, lifting me onto the edge of his desk, sliding between my legs, urgency and recklessness burning through him. “We make them remember why fire burns,” he growled against my throat. And the storm began again. —---- Hours later, I lay beside him, tracing the tattoo hidden just above his ribs—a symbol I hadn’t noticed before now. A flame wrapped in barbed wire. “What’s this?” I whispered. Arthur looked down, then sighed. “My reminder that passion always comes with a price.”

I growl, sliding my hands over her hips and down her backside, pulling her against me so she can feel how much I want her. “See? Hours,” she says, before sliding down my body and taking me in her mouth. An hour later and multiple orgasms for both of us, I feel calm again. “See, fire can be good, rejuvenating,” she purrs. “How are you going to get back to our room and get clothes, my mate? At the rate you’re burning them off us, we won’t have any soon.” “I’m fine working like this,” my mischievous little dragon says, grinning at me.

The fire roared to life, blue at first, before it settled down to orange and yellow. Sprout clapped his tiny hands and cheered from where he was perched on Titan’s shoulder. The little tree dweller with his shrill voice and the hulking future Beta with his thundering baritone were an unlikely pair of friends but Cory rather liked the duo. During the fire show, Fracture and Leech had been cooking. Fracture was almost as bulky as Titan but pale whereas Titan had a deep brown skin tone. Fracture turned his pale grey eyes upon Cory. “Ready for dinner, Lady Corinna,” said Fracture.

I am a coward. His hand rested on my back, slowly travelling up, under my shirt. I wasn't wearing anything beneath. His warm hand lit the fire wherever he touched, careful not to crush me under his weight. His lips traced my skin on my back, making me shiver when they touched my sensitive neck. We are going back tomorrow, who knows this might be our last time together. His hand slid down deeper, touching my heat. I clenched my thighs, and he hooked his fingers behind my left knee, forced it up to my stomach and made a space for him.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.