Quill Pen Tattoo Novels & Stories

The poor woman has dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks hollow and her overall complexion is alarmingly pale. Most noticeable is the intricate floral tattoo that snaked down her right arm to the wrist and the one inked onto her shoulder blade: a raven with red feathers and an arrow in its beak. It feels strange seeing the design on someone else. It’s cleaner, the linework neater than it used to be, but its purpose is still the same. She’s a part of Chet’s crew. Penelope runs into the room with the first aid kit. I rip into it and get to work, cleaning up the worst of her wounds before applying bandages.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Willa mumbled as she supported my chin with one hand while she drew on the skin behind my left ear with the tattoo pen. It hurt more than the tattoo I got on my wrist, but I could hardly notice when she basically stuck her breasts in my face. It was hard enough for me to try to fight the urge of getting a taste of my little mate. It only took a few minutes before Willa pulled the pen away with a victory smile: "All done!" "It's almost seven o'clock!" I stood up instantly with her still in my arms, "So, it's bedtime, right?" Willa giggled as she tapped me on my arm, "Let me put down the pen. It's granny's tattoo pen and I'm not allowed to break it."

Marcus ordered. I did. Hand trembling, but I signed. The pen felt heavier than the collar around my neck. “Good girl.” Vesper took the papers and smiled. “Now the tattoos.” They laid me on the table. The artist they brought in was one of their own — silent, efficient, needles buzzing. First came the big one right over the brand: bold black letters spelling “COLLECTIVE CUM QUEEN” arched above my pussy. Then smaller marks on my inner thighs — “Free Use” on the left, “Breed Hole” on the right. A crown dripping cum right between my tits.

The growls of claiming each other. Denzel cum hard again when Cyrus lifted his head up. Only then he found the tattoo pen with ink. His eyes lit with the excitement. Even if he had not cum yet, he pulled himself out and took the tattoo machine to refil the ink on Denzel's tattoo. He turned a panting, limp, Denzel on his stomach, straddling his thighs. He entered Denzel again, slow and gentle. Denzel hissed at the slight piercing of the pen working on his back. He was getting hard again. Cyrus was just thrusting inside out slowly and he only increased his animalistic pace once he was done with the tattoo.

Lumen shot forward, piercing the crimson sphere over and over again. The creature's screams intensified, while the sphere's spinning slowed. Upon closer inspection, black stains had begun to spread across its surface. Those black marks were caused by the Inkspire Quill. Within its range, it could directly taint an enemy's soul. The process wasn't particularly fast as it was dependent on the opponent's soul strength. However, the element of surprise was its greatest advantage. Without the quill's sneak attack, there was no way Lumen could have landed so many successful strikes.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

I said. "Prom?" Quaid's right eyebrow quirked. Double crap. "Um... yeah. Guess I'll have to do something about that." Quaid's smirk wasn't so annoying anymore. "Guess so." Okay, back to his chest. And feet. And the tattoo of a pentagram on his right bicep. The way his collarbone rounded to the smooth skin of his... "Quaid," I said, throat thick. "Yes, Syd?" His dark eyes couldn't have been more bottomless.