Ivar The Boneless Tattoo Novels & Stories

Well, he is the general and he can do anything The moment I step out of the house, I see him far off in the open space and I make my way to him. His back is to me, he has a huge tattoo of a dragon on his back. That must be Ivar, his dragon. For a moment that dragon reminds of me of the coatyl tattoo on Bastian’s back. I quickly shake my head to dispel such thoughts, I shouldn’t be thinking about him now. “Cahir” I call out to him and he stops training before he turns to face me.

urged Jean. "And, I think that's all I can do tonight," said the tattooist. "Would you like to see?" he asked as he held up a hand mirror. Jean was distracted and surprised that the session had ended so abruptly. She took the mirror and examined the birds cavorting on her left tit, from her collar bone to her nipple. The tattooist reached over and wiped away traces of blood that still oozed from her skin.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

said Tucker, his black plaits hanging down his rippling back. “I will,” offered the tattooed Hayden. Removing his jacket, the delicate inking down his arms was on full display. His forearms were a menagerie of every animal and bird, all gently entwined in delicate ivy and branches. “Oh thank you so much!” Naomi simpered before putting her fists up and bouncing so her tits jiggled. /Unfair advantage right there/ Rush complained remembering how easily we were fooled as teens. Repeatedly.

"Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?" Liam points at her right hand that's barely covered by the white clothe. "That small upside down cross tattoo over there." "A lot of people have tattoos there, same tattoo at the same exact spot. What makes her different?" "This..." He pulls up his own turtle neck sleeve and shoes the doctor the same exact tattoo on his own wrist. Ivy looked on, shocked because she has never seen the tattoo before. "You see this mark here? It looks like an upside down cross to every other simple minded person but what it actually is a kite." He flicks his wrist around to his own point of view and they see it. "We had a master tattoo master do it

“You made it—” “Well, it’s not a normal tattoo,” He interrupted me with an irritated tone. He seemed like he wished it was or something—like he was not irritated by me, but by the requirement instead. “Just tell me what it is,” I replied after thinking for a couple of seconds and exhaled. “Don’t beat around the bush.” He looked at me, his eyes exhibiting some uncomfort as he continued. “Well, it’s—uh, it’s not a skin tattoo, it’s, um, done with cutting-edge technology on the… bone.”

He faced away from her and stood. Lily’s eyes grew wide as he rose naked from the river depths. The bare muscles of his back moved with such grace and fluidity that his tanned skin glistened with water droplets in the moonlight. A johnson tattoo of a dragon snaked over his spine. Wide shoulders tapered down into a lean waist. She followed the lines of the ink on his back, which only brought her sight lower to the two delectable dimples just above his perfectly muscled…

"Milo! Put me down! Milo this is not funny. Put me down!" When we were inches away from the lake, he decided to put me down. I was standing right in front of him as I stare at his tatted body. His butterfly tattoo was big, he had two birds right on his chest and some more on his arm, and a little on the other. Damn, he has a gorgeous v-line and his abs were dominant. He had biceps which were too die for and shit, this guy has a nice pair of legs! Look at that! So slim, long, and perfect! His legs were much longer than mine! He was inexplicably sexy and tempting. I glanced at his bulge.

“Little Bird.” Jumping, I turned to find Bane standing there in the same suit as I’d seen him in this morning, although he’d jettisoned the jacket. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing a tantalizing look at the tattoos that continued from his neck down onto his chest. His dark hair was fuck-me tousled, his dark eyes drinking me in. “Jesus, you scared me,” I told him. He smirked. The bastard. “Would you like a drink?”

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The