Darth Maul Piercing Novels & Stories

Maia looked at her, puzzled and confused. "What is this?" she asked. "Our friendship souvenir, I guess," he replied. "I thought that you don't like that such idea," she mumbled. "I never said that," he chuckled. Maia opened the box and saw a pair of earrings. She looked up at him, confused. "You have a piercing in your right ear, right? Then, I will wear the other one on mine, too," he smiled. "Cool," she giggled. Alcot took the flat gold cross earring and put it carefully in her right ear. Maia has two piercings in her right ear and one in her left. Then, he took the long one and put it in his left ear.

A boldly written tattoo covers the left side of his chest. I read the dark ink marring his skin. Malakai. My name. When I meet his gaze, my heart feels like it is going to tear apart. I swallow at the hard lump in my throat. I don't care, I never asked him to do anything for me. The tattoos are not the only changes, are those nipple rings?! I stare at the silver piercing that protrudes from each nipple, which somehow makes his body more attractive. "You wanna taste them?" Pierce smirks and I flush.

Chantelle went to help with lunch. Marcia took us to the jewelry displays. I loved the way the slave badge dangled between her legs, chiming as she walked. I would get something similar for my own slave, and for me when I could finally be pierced. Lisa would be in charge of her own piercings, and I don't know what she wanted. Both Lisa and Rhonda were getting pierced today. I had to wait until after I delivered Junior before my cunt was pierced, and until after he was weaned before my nipples could be pierced. It was the only thing I regretted about my pregnancy other than how fat and graceless I felt.

And lastly, his chest piece is this grayscale twisted grove of branches that comes together to look like a guitar with a raven on the perched wings spread wide on the top. I asked him once if there was anywhere he didn’t have a tattoo or piercing. His answer was his ass for both. I almost asked him if that meant his dick was tattooed or pierced, but mom heard the thought and clamped her hand over my mouth before I could say the words. It wasn’t a mystery for long since I had seen him naked after a shift since. FYI no ink on his dick, but it’s pierced. Something tells me that his blind mate likes it.

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

I asked Sera gesturing to some students seated close to us. Sera bit into her apple, "Oh that? Silvermoon and Mystic Pack always have their different tattoos drawn when they turn sixteen," She gestured to some others who were still in line for lunch. "Moonstone pack members have their gem pendants, Ironclaw pack have their bracelets, and we Shadowhawl have our piercings and birthmark." She concluded, showing me a dark paw-shaped patch on her arm. "That's cool," I replied nodding. "Guess I'd have to ask uncle Gray what ours is."

I said. “Oh, that explains it. Can you tell me the piercings you have? I love hearing about piercings so much.” “Sure. Helix, right here,” I said, turning my ear toward him, brushing the cartilage with my finger. “Ear lobe too, obviously. Septum—well I lost the ring, getting a new one soon. “I can’t wait to see you with it. It’s going to look so sexy on you,” he said. “It sure does. I have a nipple piercing too… a Prince Albert piercing.”

They fly open and the sight above me has my mouth filling with saliva and my sex clenching in desperate response. Bhyron stands there, completely naked from the chest up. I swallow thickly as my eyes travel over his thick biceps, broad chest and perfectly chiseled abs. But what really draws my attention is the tiny wink of silver that glints on his left nipple. Bhyron Macaulay has a nipple piercing! Now why does that look so incredibly hot? His body is a sculptor’s dream. Coupled with that piercing, I’m sure he’s made countless women come without even trying.

Fortunately, I had some light pain pills left from a dental appointment that I could use. The second one went just as quickly, and I was done. "You want me to get my dick pierced now?" Ethan asked. "Only if you want," I said, carefully putting my bra on. "I think I would like it. I know you will like it. Eventually." I ignored his innuendo about our future. I was so far in my head that I couldn't think past the next minute. He removed his pants and shorts and reclined on the table. She reviewed the piercings with him, Prince Albert, frenum, dydoe, apadravya, and ampallang.

“Yeah. Nipples.” Jax tilted his head. “You sure? It’s not a starter piercing. Sharp pain, quick, but it hits hard. Then it throbs for hours. Healing’s months—no tight clothes, saline soaks, no submerging them. You good with that?” I swallowed. “I think so.” Marcus studied me for a moment. “You look nervous.” “I am,” I admitted. “But it’s my birthday. Twenty-three today. I want to do something… different.”