Naruto Paint Novels & Stories

He picked up a clean brush from the floor. He dipped it into a pot of vibrant crimson paint. “Now,” he said, his voice once again calm, detached, as if the last ten minutes had been a mere technical necessity. “Now we add the color.” And as Elara lay spent and trembling, he brought the brush to her skin, painting the first bloody red stroke across her heaving stomach, beginning his masterpiece in earnest.

His blue eyes followed every contour, every shape, and once he was ready to apply color, he asked, “Are you comfortable in that position?” Caty smirked. “I’ve done worse with you.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I forgot. Sorry about that.” She giggled in return, trying to stay as still as possible. He continued painting, a smile tugging at his lips. Several times, he had to take deep breaths to calm himself and clear the rising heat building between his legs. He focused all his effort on the painting, he didn’t want to disappoint her. After nearly an hour, he finally finished. It wasn’t that hard, he only used three sets of colors: one for the skin tone, black for her eyes and outlines, and brown for

As he carefully closes the small yellow container so the colour wouldn’t get dry. ‘It would be troublesome if it does’ Koishi bits inside of his cheeks blinking his eyes a few times sterling the brush that was inside the transparent glass. Turning the clean water into the orange forming a small tornado inside it. Removing the brush tabbing it over the glass three times wiping it off over the cloth already filled with other colours into it. Taking the pallet in his hand along with the brush in his left hand Koishi turns his gaze towards the canvas. Already filled with the few strokes of orange and red over the top leaving the few white spaces in between in form of long uneven lines or small u

That's it,’ she babbled, falling against him, seeking the comfort of his warmth and solidity. And yet, she still felt terror. She could feel the ripple of blood inside her, see its redness in her mind’s-eye, while everything around them looked so white and unmarked. The rug they crouched on was white. Her clothes were white. Even golden-skinned Nathan, though darker, was immaculate in his naked peerless beauty. ‘But it doesn’t matter, my sweet.’ His voice was soft as his hand slid up her thigh and cradled her silk-covered crotch. ‘I’m a painter. I’m always daubed with colour... My hands get covered with it. So does most of the rest of me, given the way I work.’ She couldn’t see him grinning

"Want to come in?" I nod as he steps aside for me to enter, using my back to close the door. Like I suspected, we're the only ones in the room. Tom too, is not in. Why that gives me a weird feeling in the stomach, I can't say. There's a paint canvas at a corner of the room with a painting on it. Walking closer, I realize the painting is a picture of a Yellow Unicorn. Such strange color for that kind of animal. "Who did this?" I ask Noah.

Not wanting any more tension that was already present, he decided to shift the conversation from Jong-dae. Min-a was only now realizing that truly Kwan Seung-ho was a blunt person to every other person but him. That made him smile. “What’s that?” Min-a asked, coming closer to him. “The paints. Purple, magenta, blue ivy, custard yellow and gray black. They match the same paint printed on our jumpsuit..” Seung-ho dipped his fingers into the cool blue ivy paint. “Come and feel this...it’s so smooth..” he seemed enchanted by the paint so much that Min-a decided to come closer to his side and have a feel, only to feel wet paint splattered across his face.

“Initiate the ritual. Paint me.” He stroked his arousal, and I shook my head, marveling at his absolute lack of restraint. I thrived on his brash, territorial nature. “I desire deep indigos, forest greens, perhaps some violets and a trace of teal.” I playfully arched my back, elevating my hips to tease him, savoring the sharp intake of his breath as I showcased myself. His low, primal growl as I unclipped my bra—letting my breasts sway while I hunted through the crate of colors—made me tremble with anticipation. I seized the indigo pigment and a fine brush, dipping it before turning to trace the ridged topography of his abdominal muscles.

The tension radiated off him like a furnace, thickening the air in the room. Nate finally moved. Without a word, he seized the toys and the note, then stormed out of the room, taking his oppressive aura along. Rio dragged a hand down his face before releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. ......... Sera mixed the colors together, then began to paint with slow, deliberate strokes. Her lips pursed, her focus narrowed entirely on the canvas. Painting after so long felt rejuvenating. She was now realising how much she had missed it.

The day before Lucy, Hector and I had gone into the closest major city to order furniture for the nursery. They delivered it early this morning and I’d taken most of the afternoon unwrapping and placing everything where I wanted it. Yesterday, I’d chosen the paint too, opting for a grayish-blue color. One of our pack members was an artist and I had her come in and paint black line-work on the walls. My theme was moonlight forest. So on one wall was a forest of trees as an accent and then the moon over some grass with flowers on the other. It was simple lines but it came out better than I imagined. It was starting to look like a nursery.

I keep my bags on the floor in front of my room and walk up to him with a nervous smile, not sure of what this is all about. But when I step into the room after him, my jaw quickly hits the floor at the sight around me. “I take it that you like it then,” He says, a smile lacing his voice. “You’re going to have to wait for the paint in that corner to dry first before the room can be fully used.” He points to the right side of the room where there’s a complete nursery mural painting of a dreamy forest scene with soft, pastel coloured trees and foliage.