Fairy Wing Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

She smiled at her dog before throwing the covers back. My indignation that she went from jerking me off to not went poof at the sight of her naked body as she got out of my bed. Hard to be angry when I’m looking at that ass. And holy shit, she has a tattoo I didn’t notice before. I mean, it’s on her back, so of course, I didn’t see it the first time I stripped her naked, and last night I was busy eating her pussy. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” I commented, leaning across the bed to lightly touch the orange, black, red, and white butterfly where one wing became a cluster of small white flowers with bright yellow centers on her back over her spine.

All of turned to look at Marquee and Stasia. “I am a Fairy, like wings and all. I thought I was a Faited but if what Lord Mortifer says in true I am a Jester fairy.” Stasia stated. She turned around her back facing us. Her tattoo started moving, shimmering. The tattoo appeared to come to life. These huge iridescent wings come to life out of the tattoo. The wings were black with speckles of silver. True amazing. I had never met a fairy. Jester or Faited, not sure what that means. I honesty thought they were of fairytales.

Once the fairy was handed off, the goblins left; closing the door behind them with smug, backward glances. The seelie woman was completely nude; her clothing had been ripped away much earlier in the evening. She had pale, golden skin which had already been cut in numerous places by razor-sharp, obsidian blades. Her thin arms dangled pitifully from the thick ropes and her legs buckled beneath her. On her back was a pair of delicate wings; translucently shimmering peony pink and pea pod green. There were dark brown veins running through them, like dragonfly wings but thicker. One wing was broken and hanging uselessly at her side but the other flopped frantically as if it could carry her away a

“Oh sorry, Lord Beike. I missed a few spots and only managed to shave your right chin. Do you want me to help you with your left chin?” Lord Beike gritted his teeth as he looked at me with rage burning in his eyes. But it made me smiled even wider. Lord Beike took back the dagger to his hand and put it behind his back. He waved his hand and voila! His beard was complete again. “Even after many years, you’re still after my beard Queen Fae.” “But now, I managed to just shave your beard and not cut your neck. Wouldn’t that be a pity if I did?”

**“More ink. More payment.” --- The next few days became an obsession. Aria went back to the shop twice more. First, she added a set of dark angel wings across her shoulders and upper back. Then, a delicate chain of thorns and roses wrapping around her waist like a belt, with sharp barbs pointing toward her pussy. Each new tattoo made the nightly visitations more intense. By the fourth night, five tattoos were active.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

“Umm… you… you are always with a scowl, so I am assuming you would have a temper, so your name is… Rage.” Rage’s body glowed, too. He frowned at me and looked away with a hmph. I expected no more from him. A golden blazing sun tattoo appeared on his wings. “Ok. You… you have a beautiful smile. You haven’t spoken a single word… why?” I asked, pointing to the third fairy in line. “Oh, he is mute,” Lead said. “Oh! I am sorry,” I said. He shook his head and gestured with his hands that it was ok.

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto

He takes a step and turns showing me his back, there is the tattoo. And what a tattoo, they are angel wings. Wings stretching down his arms, feathers covering his biceps. “It is…” I look for a word to define it, I can't find any. I sigh slowly and bring my fingers closer to the tattoo. I slide my finger along every line a pen draws, I let my hands explore his torso, his skin is soft and damn irresistible to touch. He tenses with my touch, then when my hands caress his wings he relaxes.