Medusa Crying Tattoo Novels & Stories

Medusa spit out his cock and looked at him with dreamy eyes, making Kayden nearly cry with another denial. She giggled and glanced at him only to see Kayden's whimpering face. His body was shivering as Kayden pleaded to Medusa to let him cum. "Please, don't stop. No, no, Medusa." His whimpering excited the succubus who stood up from the floor and pounced in his lap. Medusa was still fully clothed and did not intend to remove them any soon. The woman grabbed his face with her right hand and tilted it to make some space.

I pulled out my phone and showed her. “What is that?” “I got stung by a jellyfish. I want the sting as a tattoo. It wraps all the way around my leg from thigh to calf, but skinny lines.” “I see that. Super cute. Email these to me and I’ll do what I can.” She pushed her card over to me. Emailing them, she printed it out, and I took a seat. Pulling out my phone, I sent a picture through a text message. It was of my smiling. Capturing it, tattoo time. I hit send and sent it to Ethan.

"Baby, what are you talking about? I don't understand. What are you going to do?" Maria smiled and rolled up her shirt sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. The tattoo had almost faded in color and shape, but it was still visible. Theodore's eyebrows raised. "Yes? What's wrong with your tattoo? Does it itch?" Maria smiled softly and said carefully, "Honey, if I told you I was a werewolf, would you believe me?"

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the needles with grace, revealing the constellation with each brushstroke. The man, looking up occasionally to evaluate his work, captured the young woman's expression. Her eyes twinkled with a mixture of emotion and awe, while her lips curved into a shy smile. As the constellation was revealed on her skin, Athena sank into a state of calm, as if the cosmos had aligned to give her this moment. The tattoo artist, upon completing his work, looked with satisfaction at the constellation that now was part of the young woman's skin. A piece of the universe, immortalized in a delicate corner behind her ear.

Three of them lunged for me at once and I jumped out of the way but one of them caught me, giving the other a chance to sink their sharp teeth into my skin. I screamed again as I tried to pry them off but they wouldn't budge. I felt myself grow weak as I sank to my knees and they all wanted a piece of me. That would have been funny if I wasn't being mauled to death. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks and loud screams escaped my lips. I could barely hold myself up anymore. I was starting to feel numb when I heard my name being screamed. It sounded distant but I recognized that voice anywhere. Beta Carlos.

I was surprised at the strength in his grip considering how lean and long-limbed he was but I quickly masked it. "I'm sure you already knew who I was before you walked in here but I'll play along. Noah Harvey, Alpha Blue Rose pack." "If I may ask, just to be sure, may I see the famed tattoo on your arm?" I ask politely but firmly. Rumor had it that he suffered something worse as a child that scarred it for life. I wondered what that was, we werewolves have remarkably tough skin and can heal quickly, so whatever that could have badly left an impact had to be something terrible.