Dark Succubus Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

The tattooed woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my dress to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-haired woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the brunette added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The petite woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face, the pleasure building to a

"It's just you left." The Darkness stopped in front of me, almost touching my skin. It only made me even more thrilled; no matter what kind of Entity it was, they always had desires. And being a succubus, it was my tenet to taste this man, as my instincts were screaming for me to conquer him… to dominate him, so that he would completely fall under my seduction. "What is your wish?" he pressed. "My wish?" I giggled alluring. "What an interesting question."

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

They made a pretty picture that had arousal coiling through me low in the pit of my stomach. Dark eyes turned to me and Marcus hooked his finger at me, beckoning me forward. I pulled my shirt off, dropping it to the floor before moving forward. My succubus was already waiting. Ready to feed, I could feel her pulsing with need. The low hum of it had started with Sin, as she and I felt the pull to the devil. Being with my mates was so much more powerful than that, almost like an unholy communion.

And moved down to her exposed midsection and the sheer, almost see through flimsy excuse for a skirt that covered her bottom and revealed a long expanse of bare leg. But that wasn’t even the worst of it. It was the ink on her skin that did it. Dark mass of ink designed her arms, belly, legs in swirling loops and whirls. And in the middle of her chest right between her breasts was a tattoo of the royal family crest— a lycan howling up at the moon in fierce victory. The entire design; the dress, the ink... They all symbolized one thing that she was nothing but the slave of the man standing over there, looking like he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Solomon stumbled into the bathroom, hair all over the place, fangs down, and claws out. “What!” Solomon bellowed, searching the bathroom frantically. “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” Lucia pointed at the mirror. Growling, Solomon turned to the mirror. Then his mouth dropped open too. “Merciful gods.” “How… how?” Lucia lifted her fingers, her hand shaking horribly. Gently she touched what could only be described as a massive, modern tribal tattoo that began where Warwick had bitten her last night while making love, and extended all the way down her right arm. Crisp lines, thick and dark, curled around and emphasized the lean muscles of her bicep and forearm.

all of it flooding into her consciousness through a bond that was now fully, permanently, irrevocably sealed. The mark appeared on her skin as Cain's teeth withdrew. It was extraordinary. Where Rex's marks had been scattered across her body and Kane's had been precise and controlled, Cain's mark was singular and absolute. Directly over her heart, a perfect wolf's paw print appeared....not in ink or scarring but in light. Pure golden light that seemed to come from beneath her skin, glowing with steady radiance, beautiful and unmistakable and permanent. Around the paw print, delicate lines of green and gold wove together in intricate patterns that looked almost like Celtic knotwork.....the suc

Oh wait, she was starting to see the relevance of that whole Succubus/Incubus thing now… Perhaps it would explain this remorseless obsession she had for his body. "But slaying rogue beasts is what sustains the sigil on my chest. The other one." He rolled down the top of his waistband to reveal the top of the other sigil. Like the first sigil, it too was circle-contained, and the twists and turns of a special design were to be seen within. It was beginning to dawn on her. “Succubus/Incubus blood ink?” Sofia guessed. “How did you “Now you’re catching on.” He smirked.