Fairy Wing Back Tattoo Novels & Stories

**“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.

"I like that bike and it belongs to me." Darren was tall, towering over all the soldiers in the room. Despite his rugged appearance, there was a softness to his features that hinted at a gentler side. His eyes were warm cobalt blue, and the naughty smile on the side of his lips indicated that he didn't give a fuck about everyone who would stay in his way. His arms were strong and lean, with bulging biceps and defined veins that ran the length of his forearms. But it was his back that truly caught my attention. A magnificent eagle, wings outstretched, was tattooed across his broad expanse of skin. Its feathers were intricately detailed, with each one a masterpiece in its own right.

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.

And just when I thought her acts were all rubbish, I saw the tattoo protruding from her back slowly. I gasped back in shock and couldn't believe my eyes. It was a. . . “You're a fairy,” I said, pointing at her wings. As she turned around, I saw that a kind of wing scale (or something) had covered her breast in a way one could never tell she was naked. “This is. . .” “I know, I know; it's horrible,” said Dorothy with a smile. However, she was wrong. “No, not at all. It's beautiful!”

The skin around the new tattoo was red like he had actually sat in a tattoo chair for hours getting it done. “What is it?” He was starting to sound more excited than in pain. “Holy crap. It’s a black dragon with huge wings on your spine in between your shoulder blades.” Ajax answered him looking a bit jealous. “And the four elements around it. Water, Earth, Fire, and Wind.” Wilder sounded amazed as he got a closer look. “It seems my granddaughter isn’t just a regular Fae. She has all the elements.” “Awesome. Now can someone tell me what mine is?” I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon.

“I want wings, but not little ones…I want the top of them to be bones and the rest to be feathers..I want them to wrap around my legs and hips to my stomach…I also want them across the backs of my arms and in between them I want two white wolves facing each other…one with a blue dragon on its left shoulder and the other with a purple dragon on its chest…and each one is to have a gold crown above with sapphire gems in the crown above the wolf with purple dragon and dark purple gems in the crown above the wolf with the blue dragon on its shoulder.“ Elleanna said as she stretched out her arms so Red could do the work. “Oh that’s a sweet tattoo….” Red said with a smile before she started working