Micro Draco Tattoo Novels & Stories

Eventually, Princess Christina nodded, "No." "Alright then." After this affirmation, Draco walked over to the bamboo birdcage hanging from a tree nearby. He took a New Zealand Night Parrot from inside, tied an arrow to its body, lightly patted its wings, and sent it soaring into the sky. After a moment, even its shadow was no longer visible. Draco turned back, standing in the center. His gaze seemed to capture all the light in the sky and earth, his radiant ethereal presence grabbing everyone's attention. His voice rang out, filled with charm, "I'm done."

Lucas maneuvered the car through the opening, and they sped toward the safety of the estate. The mansion was crawling with security when they arrived. Lucas stepped out of the car, his shirt torn and his knuckles bloody from the struggle. He didn't go inside. He pulled his head of security, Marcus, to the side immediately. "I saw a dragon tattoo on one of them," Lucas said, his voice a low growl. "Black ink, a dragon wrapped around a dagger. Find out who they are. Now." "Yes, sir. We will cross-reference the database immediately," Marcus replied, his face grim.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

“Worth a shot “, Venus said shrugging her shoulders. “Spring’s flowers•Summer’s heat •Autumn’s fall• Winter’s Ice AUTUMN PACK Draco had just eaten lunch and was very satisfied. He stretched his long legs on the recliner in his office while staring into oblivion. The thinking was something he did often and getting lost in his thoughts was his favorite pastime. Clad in tattoos from neck down, he played with his dangling ear piercing. A knock on the door. The most irritating sound he’d ever heard. Second to slurping. “What?”, he said, his deep smooth voice echoing in his naked room.

And that tiger fang tattoo he had, I can’t help but wonder where I saw that tattoo again. “Drake…” I mumbled. Doesn’t the person who talked with Drake back then have the same tattoo as that? I mean… If I remember it correctly, it was back in the time of the masked party. The one where that thief was framed by stealing a certain tiara! “Drake? You know him?” And his response just confirmed my hunch. “You know Drake Bennett Peterson?” “Yeah, and you know him too?” His voice may sound a bit scary but if he is a friend of Drake, then he is a friend too!

They lingered on the carving on her torso. Seeing that word ‘mine’ again goaded Draco. He wanted to touch it so badly. With a mountain of effort, he held himself back. No touching, he told himself. His eyes drifted past her belly button to the patch of soft dark hair on her groin. He loved how sexy she looked. Draco felt his cock rising, brushing over the fly of his breeches. He hungered to bring it out, clutch it before her, and wank it while she watched. Fuck! He moaned inwardly, steeling his spine. No touching, he reminded himself again.

I panted heavily, trying to recover from the blow. “Come on. For Zak. For Rachel,’ I said to myself. I slowly rose to my feet, and tiptoed over to the cockpit. Facing the back of Drago’s neck, I saw a dragon tattoo, with its sharp, demoniac teeth pointing upwards towards his hair and a blaze of fire coming out of it. Whilst Drago was scrambling for the controls and pressing the red blinking buttons desperately, I grabbed his head and slammed it against the dashboard. Drago bellowed in pain. Suddenly, the helicopter jolted. The rotor blades stopped spinning.

I said. He grabbed his iPad and turned it on, swiped a few times, and handed it over to me. This was it. It was exactly the kind of tattoo I saw. A dragon, a rather small one, was curled up weirdly and he seemed to have three wings and three legs and it was spitting fire. “This is it. It is exactly what I saw.” I said.

The kind of room that had no purpose and therefore no softness. Draco was on the far side of it. I registered him in pieces, the way you registered things when your body was already reacting before your mind had fully caught up. The shirt on the floor somewhere behind him. The shirtless back turned toward me broad and defined and covered, across the left shoulder and down the spine, with a tattoo that was not decorative. A dragon, rendered in black ink so detailed and so large that for a moment I simply looked at it the scales, the wingspan, the specific quality of something that had been inked not as art but as record. A testimony. This happened to me and I survived it and here is the mark

Since Rolph had never met this guy or took any business from him, the only possible explanation was that the guy was connected to Marek. To think that the greatest threat to his life walked into his home, spent the night and even bought his Elite as a slave was overwhelming. Rolph was shaken to his core. So many things ran through his brain. Why would Draco risk coming to his home? What was his agenda? Rolph immediately accessed the security database of the ranche, looking for footage of Draco but to his surprise, he found none until he spotted a familiar tattoo behind the ears of one of Draco's men who was being sneaky. The tattoo was Draco's and it was patent. No other person can use it un