Monarch Butterfly Tattoo Novels & Stories

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

He’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

He stopped midway through the sentence. Almost hesitant. His eyes shifted downward briefly. Toward her left hand. "I like the tattoo." His finger pointed lightly in its direction. A small butterfly design nestled between her thumb and index finger. "It looks really neat." Mary glanced at it. Then back at him. "Does it mean anything?" he asked. A smile appeared on her face. A real one. "Yes." "Yes It does." Mary raised her hand slightly so he could see it better. "It's a butterfly with an M shape worked into the design."

He set it on the table between us and opened it. Inside were sketches. Dozens of them. A design for a full back piece that was breathtaking in its complexity. A phoenix rising from flames, wings spread wide across the shoulder blades. But woven through the feathers were geometric patterns, sacred geometry, mandalas. And beneath the phoenix, falling figures that morphed into abstract shapes before reforming at the base of the spine. Death and rebirth. Destruction and creation. Chaos and order. It was stunning. Possibly the most beautiful tattoo design I'd ever seen.

“Unless you kneel. In the mirror, Mamá’s face slowly shifted into mine. My reflection twisting and contorting—the dragon tattoo on my neck, my mark, replaced by the black butterfly sigil. Its skull wings seeming to burrow beneath my flesh, swallowing my identity. “This is your legacy, mijo. Lead my men. Rule at my side. Or… The mirror cracks, a sharp, spiderwebbing fracture shattering into a thousand black butterflies that swarm Dru. Their razor wings tearing at her flesh.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

“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.”

She had only glimpsed parts of it before, but even from across the room she could see the design. A two-headed eagle. “What?” He followed her stare and looks down at his tattoo. “Oh. This,” he said. “It’s a folly of youth.” He sounded a little embarrassed, and he frowned, seemingly puzzled by her keen interest. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ink as she walked toward him. He raised his elbow so she could have a better look. Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V.

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.