Darth Maul Piercing Novels & Stories

The anticipation has me rock hard. Nova slips their arms out of their jumper and lets it slide to the floor, leaving them in just a pair of very tight lacy panties. I take my jacket off and Nova slowly unbuttons my shirt, licking my nipples and kissing their way down my torso. Perfect, because from there they will be eye level when they unwrap their gift. They tug at my waistband and I tell them to go carefully. I am not wearing anything under the velvet leggings and as I spring free Nova’s eyes go wide and they gasp in surprise. “I always wanted to get one, but I was hesitant. Being with you makes me brave. Besides, I figured you would enjoy it.” I say as they stare at the shiny silver rin

He positioned himself at the back to watch for an ambush from behind. He still considers me a Farlander. But he will see. I will prove my allegiance to the tribes of the ruins. I've already taken the first steps towards becoming a true tribesman, just like Dog. Our bodies now have steel piercings, symbolic decorations we acquire in a ceremony after our mating ritual. The ceremony was performed in the Source's chamber so that its power could instantly heal piercings that would otherwise take months. Dog piercings include a heavy steel ring on his septum and two more on both earlobes. The Alphas believe that the Source grants the wearers of these rings enhanced senses of smell and hearing.

My mouth feels like someone’s put a small piece of hot metal under it, which they have. My nipples are throbbing under the bandages. My cock has been carefully zip-tied into a special padded compression cup the piercer gave me with a brochure that said the words minimum two weeks about fourteen times. I’m also riding the biggest endorphin wave of my life. Outside of sex and playing with Kir of course. I look at him. He looks at me. "You had some things pierced," he observes. How the hell does he know? I wanted it to be a big reveal.

And I do, drink in every line, every shadow, every promise written across his skin. My eyes track the trail of hair down his stomach, watch his fingers dip to the waistband of his jeans. He’s watching me watch him, lips curling into a smirk like he already knows I’m about to lose it. He pushes his pants down slow, like he’s giving me a show, and yeah, I’m watching. Then I see it. Pierced. A gleaming barbell right through the thick head of his cock, shaped like a Saint Andrew’s cross. I swear my breath catches so hard it punches heat straight through me. My eyes go wide.

He groaned when she only pulled his ears harder staring at the upper side of his ears which was pierced, his nose was pierced, and his other left ear was also pierced She stared down at his lips and cursed, it was pierced. She wondered if Raze was obsessed with Piercing if all the years of torment as a kid didn't haunt him enough and if all the harsh piercings they gave to his body and the private area weren't enough. She hated it, she hated the fact that he tried to stop him from remembering what he went through but he was still adamant. She had watched him sit on his own, take a knife to pieces his skin, he had popped open his veins before and told her that he was just having fun.

Amelia dares with a knowing smirk and I instantly feel Malachi’s gaze on me. I mull over her dare and think about what something she could be referring too, but I come up blank. “Like, what are you asking me to do?” I question. “I know you have something pierced that no one has seen before,” she smirks. “Show us,” she teases. When Malachi hears about my piercings, his eyes flicker with lust. “Amelia, I can’t do that,” I say, acting characteristically shy. “Why? My man can look. His wolf won’t let him act stupid so I’m not worried,” she claims, leaning against a beat red Paul.

I forgot I took off my hoodie and everyone can see Darius’ mark on my neck. “You mean you did it!? You completed the mate bond?! Oh my Goddess, Dye! Let me see! Did it hurt? How does it feel?” Pearl rambles excitedly as she scooches closer to me and turns my head to the side so she can better see my mark. “It just sort of happened,” I shrug, trying to free myself from Pearl’s grip, but she is holding firm. I can’t help but laugh.

I fist my hands. Control. I need control. He grips the waistband and I stop breathing. When he pulls, my cock springs free. Hard. Angry. Scarred. The piercings glint in the candlelight. Eight of them. One for each target. Precum beads at the tip. Ugly. My cock is ugly. Thick. Veined. A jagged scar runs down the left side from Dakor’s knife fight but Carlton doesn't flinch. Never does. He kisses the head.

Still, that shield was as vulnerable as if it was made of paper under Dalton’s incoming sword. A muffled sound rang off! The man’s shield was shattered into pieces. The clothes on his body exploded, revealing the upper half of his body. A ping-pong ball-sized Red Moon tattoo on the man’s chest was revealed, and the pattern was too dazzling not to be seen.