Hua Cheng Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

The sleeve of his T-shirt lifted, revealing a brightly colored tattoo on his biceps. “When’d you get that?” She pointed at the tat. He glanced down. “Last year.” “What is it?” “One of the four horseman of the apocalypse.” “Can I see it?” “Sure.” Colt rolled his sleeve to the top of his shoulder. “Whoa. That’s gorgeous. India did that?” “Yeah. She’s good, ain’t she?” Chassie squinted at the flames that swirled around the horse’s hooves. “Yep, although it don’t seem like something you’d pick, cuz.”

"Isn't it because you're good-looking?" Dean felt a bit shy but didn’t want to seem too embarrassed. He tried to act nonchalant, replying, "Of course, I contributed a little too." A smile tugged at his lips, but his eyes betrayed him, sparkling with a hint of amusement. Chen's smile widened, and he pointed to his arm. "Haha, looks like I might just get this tattooed on me." Dean blinked, momentarily confused. "Huh?" Chen shrugged with a grin, then casually removed his jacket to reveal his tattoo. "Check out my first masterpiece. What do you think? Pretty cool, right?"

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

She wondered what he was trying to do. All he had on was a pair of brown pants, his upper body was rendered bare in front of her, and she could now clearly see the tattoo on his chest, it was a scaly figure that seemed to wrap around his slender frame with its head extending right over his right shoulder to his chest. Its mouth was wide open with sharp canines popping out of it. A tattoo of a mythical serpent-like creature, a Chinese dragon, not the kind of tattoo a respectable businessman would have on him. A thug, perhaps, or even the yakuza.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

I snuggled onto Kristrin as my back rested on my chest and his hand circled around my shoulder, we were cuddled up in the tub together. He had wanted to surprise me and I had to say I was very much surprised to see roses scattered around the entire bath with scented candles, I found it romantic but while we were enjoying our moment together I couldn't help but be drawn to the tattoos on his body, especially while we made love. Over the years I've seen Kristrin have multiple tattoos but this particular one was new and I was sure of it even though he had plenty. "It's a Chinese tattoo but when translated, means Bella." He nibbled on my ears in a seductive manner.

She watched as Chase made a lean-to. He abandoned his shirt and Christine couldn't help admiring his sweat slicked body while he worked. To her utter amazement she discovered he had a tattoo of an eagle on his back. It seemed to be flying as his back muscles moved. "If you're done eye fucking me, could you please gather some of those palm leaves?" he said, mildly. Christine's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her ears. "I did not - Ugh. I can't believe you just said that." She stomped off to get what he asked.

It did suggest there was some link between lizardmen and dragons, but I decided not to mention it to Hitokag who seemed touchy on the subject. “This way,” Hitokag said. “You can rest in your quarters until the feast this evening. Cheng will greet you there.” As we set off towards the castle, I exchanged a look with Vikchutni. No sign of recognition, let alone gratitude. He had no idea who I was. Fucking Vick Chutney. “What does Cheng look like?” I asked Hitokag. “It depends. He has three forms, that I know of. During the day he has the body of a Tecorn. At night he takes the form of Carap. And in battle... I would advise you to avoid combat.”