Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

I pointed out. "My most rarest and treasured tattoos are both your name and eye on my body Bella. It's a significant gesture and one that I think your valuable enough to receive. It also let woman signify that I belong to someone special." Kristrin paused before continuing. "Consider it something of a warning. Having you tattooed on my body is the least princess. You and I will never be separated again and I can vouch on that." Kristrin pressed his lips to my hair. I smiled hearing his words. I was somewhat infatuated with his tattoos with his tattoos these days, I thought it made him look even hotter.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I replied softly, my fingers tracing the intricate lines of his hand tattoos. As my fingertips glided over the designs etched into his skin, I couldn't help but marvel at their uniqueness. His tattoos are very peculiar. Unlike the tattoos sported by his friends, Ace's ink seemed to tell a story of its own, each symbol and pattern holding a mysterious allure. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as I felt his hand sliding inside my panties, his touch warm and comforting. His hand lingered just there. "Ace," I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly over his chest.

******* EPILOGUE Six Years Later… Araheen finished the last flourish of a script tattoo across a man’s forearm, the words MY LIFE IS PRECIOUS flowing in elegant black ink. Beside it was the image of a woman based on a sketch the client himself had drawn. She bore a striking resemblance to a sylph, though Araheen did not think much of it. Satisfied with her work, she switched off the tattoo machine and set her tools aside. “It’s done, sir,” she said. “I hope you like it.”

Its luminous glow seemed to pierce the darkness, a beacon of power that marked her as a force to be reckoned with in the untamed expanse of the forest. But even as Emma's physical form underwent its metamorphosis, a more subtle transformation was occurring beneath the surface. Across her back, a mighty tattoo materialized—its intricate design reminiscent of a pizza with two slices missing. From her shoulders to her waist, the tattoo sprawled like a map of the cosmos, each line and curve imbued with the arcane wisdom and symbols. Prescott, a silent witness to her transformation, stood in awe as he beheld the majesty of her new form. With eyes aglow with reverence, he watched as she broke the

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

His arms were covered in intricate living tattoos that seemed to shift subtly when he moved. “Miss Vale,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Come in. Let’s see what story you want written on your skin tonight.” The studio was warm and dimly lit, smelling of sandalwood, ink, and something electric. He led me to a wide leather chair in the center of the room and gestured for me to sit. “Tell me what you want,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. “Be honest. The ink responds to truth.” I swallowed hard. “A small raven on my inner wrist. Something delicate… but permanent. A reminder that I can be brave.”

He brought out the pendant and handed it over to Eretria. The pendant has a symbol that looks like that of her tattoo. "This pendant looks like a royal one, where did you get this from," Eretria questioned her. Cara looked away from her, not saying anything. "As we could not find Priya's gold chain, this is now going to be hers." She said to Cara and turned to Priya and gave her the pendant as a compensation for her lost chain.

Leaving the house, he told me to lift the dress and sit directly on the leather seat of his car. A few minutes later he told me to masturbate while he drove. There was no chance of being seen, but it still felt kinky. When we pulled into the parking lot of a tattoo parlor, I got nervous. Neither of us had any tattoos and I was afraid he wanted me to get a tramp stamp. As it turned out, they also did piercings. There were two scruffy looking (think motorcycle stereotype) gentlemen who did the tattoos and a woman who did the piercings. She looked like she rode too. My Master brought me over to a display case and consulted with the woman on what would be best for my nipples. The woman suggested

Written on it in the frosting. "Aisha!" Pearl screamed. Jewel laughed heartily and went to hug her sister. "It's about damn time!" Laura screamed and Jewel cackled, hugging her too. "Let me see your ring," Pearl whined and Jewel proudly showed off her diamond ring. "Chai! See real diamond." She lamented jokingly and Jewel giggled.