Maui Moana Tattoo Novels & Stories

“ Babe, where did you draw this tattoo? “ I asked and she smiled. “ My mom said I was born with it, “ She said, trying to take a peep at her tattoo. The mark looked like a flower. “ I love it. It looks really sexy on you, “ I said to her, earning her blush. “ I love the birthmark on your chest too. I’ve never seen a black mole-like birthmark look so good on anyone, nor have I seen it that big, “ She said and I snickered. That birthmark had been on my chest since I was born. To me, it was a sign of my curse. At first, when I began to see the image of Mark in my dreams, I thought it was a warning. But seeing the mark on Maeve’s lower back now made me realize that maybe, the moon was trying to

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

malakas na utos ni Urusula sa itim na usok. Ngumisi ang mukha ng itim na usok pagkatapos ay bigla na lamang sumugod sa amin. Ngunit hindi man lang nakalapit sa amin ang usok dahil tila may hindi nakikita na barrier ang humarang sa usok. Napasigaw ang usok na tila ba nasakatan ito kahit na isa lamang itong usok. Nang muling sumugod sa amin ang usok ay magkahawak ang mga kamay na itinaas namin ang aming mga kamay at itinapat sa mukha ng usok. Biglana lamang may lumabas na kulay sky blue sa aming mga noo na galing s amoon tattoo pagkatapos ay itinaboy ang itim na usok. Natalo ang usok at bumalik kay Urusula na siyang may gawa ng kapangyarihang itil na iyon.

We shared the food that was brought and fed our growing babies. "What do you want to have," I asked him curiously as I ate a chicken leg. He paused mid chew and said a girl and a boy would be appropriate and I nodded my head and glanced at his tattoos. Kaimana noticed and told me that we would exchange tattoos instead of rings during our wedding and that was the nymphs way to express their love. The tattoos were placed over the left pectoral to signify the heart. "So come up with an amazing design, Hoka," he grinned and I nodded, already planning a classic one in my mind. Kaimana turned to me and looked at me with complete seriousness.

A searing pain flared on my shoulder. I gasped, gripping the spot with trembling fingers. It burned—like fire licking beneath my skin, like being branded from the inside out. I tore off my sleeve in a panic. And stared. There, etched into my skin, was a tattoo I had never received. A moon—full and luminous, its edges swirling in a storm of blue ink that shimmered in the light. Beneath it, foreign script curved in delicate strokes, and on each side of the moon were two strange, symbolic markings I didn’t recognize.

“Keep teasing baby, circle your clit for me.” She doesn't hesitate, her fingers follow my command, circling her clit gently. “Caelum,” my name falls from her lips, a soft moan covering it. It sounds so pure on her tongue, so effortless. My cock hardens and I grunt, fighting the urge to devour her. My gaze lifts, meeting hers. “Hmm?” I retort, my hand undoing the buttons on my shirt. Aurora 's gaze drops to my chest, gazing at the inked bareness of it. Her name is tattooed on me, but I highly doubt she's noticed it, very few people do, they get too distracted by the sleeve or other tattoos on me to notice her marking tattooed on me. It was a drunk decision, but somehow I've never regretted it

I said. Marina and Jason exchanged looks. "Actually, that doesn't seem like a bad idea," Jason said. He was finally smiling. Marina frowned. "I would have to kiss random strangers, so no thanks." Jason shrugged. "Oh well, then don't worry about it." He looked back at me. "You heard her. She doesn't want to. So, you can leave us alone now." There goes my chance to get exclusive initiation photos. I gave up and walked away, but I kept them within my sight. I quietly followed them around. They didn’t do anything interesting other than play some games at several booths and take pictures. But it looked like they were having fun.

"Everything tasted so good, so fresh." "It is always so here," Mahana said. "Perhaps you'd like Manahau and Rotui to help you relax after your meal? Manahau is Tahitian for wise spirit and Rotui is the name of a high peak on Moorea island between Opunuhu and Cook Bays." "I'd like that," Krista said without hesitating, looking admiringly at the two sturdy, broad-chested men in their 30s, like Mahana dressed in just a long sarong.

I needed to feel him fill me. I looked down at his V-line. The old tattoo was still there. My name. Moana. In italics, just like the little flower. He had gotten it years ago, before everything fell apart, when we were young and stupid and burning. He had marked himself with my name and he had never removed it. It was still there, still dark, still permanent. "You still have it," I said.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.