Novel & Cerita Red Dragon Spine Tattoo

He cursed as he groggily stood up from his bed, throwing the blanket partly on the bed and the other part on the floor. He spreads his hands apart, stretching his body as his bones cracks up. He was unclad. He had oily tan olive bright skin and his tattoos were a combination of black and red. His tattoo started from his neck down to his waist line, his entire hands were covered with tattoos as well stopping at his wrists. His tattoo at the back was a dragon snake in inferno and the tattoo on his hands were a combination of cobwebs, human skulls and the beast, the ancient fiery dragon.

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

Her face was flushed, her skin dripping with sweat as she took off the last bit of her clothes, throwing the crimson leather dress aside until it pooled on the floor, leaving just her clean, colored fur tracing her silhouette. As the fabric fell away completely, the dim light caught the intricate dark ink stretching across her skin—the sharp, unmistakable lines of a two-headed dragon, its coils wrapping tightly around a massive, lethal sword carved right down the center of its form. The tattoo was a violent, beautiful testament to exactly who she was and what she had survived to claim this throne.

"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.

Unfortunately, it only managed to make things worse. On his eighteenth birthday, he was gifted with a large back tattoo. It was a dragon. It took up his entire back and one of the mythical creature’s claws extended on the back of his neck. He loved it. It was powerful and sexy, and he felt as mythical and untouchable as that dragon himself. His father told him that it was the symbol of their family. He didn’t understand what that meant then. And what it would mean for him in the future. ***

Only then did I notice the metal brand resting beside the throne. My breath caught. The end of it had been heated until it glowed. Fear stirred inside me, but I didn't pull away. I watched Red Dragon lift it. As he returned to me, he didn't need to tell me what it was for, from his eyes I could understand. I braced myself for the pain before it even landed. Then he pressed it on my wrist. Pain exploded through me, the burn biting so deep that I almost broke down despite the toughness I tried to put up.

he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm. As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.

Then a risky thought entered his mind something he hadn’t done in many years, he didn’t have time to ponder it, he couldn't lose another person again, he was ready to do anything he could to save her. He leapt into the air, and slowly his skin was covered in black scales and spikes, his hands turned into the forehand of a dragon, three powerful fingers and sharp claws on each of these fingers, to grab and lift anything. His hind legs had shortened, they had transformed into a dragon’s. His torso was large, many times the size of an average human. His powerful head contained sharp teeth that could easily pierce through anything he bit into. He flapped his very powerful wings.

His chest, partially exposed beneath his dark attire, carried the same unusual feature, making his entire figure seem almost ritualistic. From his waist downward, he was dressed entirely in black, every piece of clothing blending perfectly with the darkness surrounding him. A dark mask concealed the upper portion of his face, allowing only his cold eyes to remain visible. Those eyes carried no warmth whatsoever. Across his broad back stretched an enormous dragon tattoo, the dragon's body twisted around his shoulders, extended across both arms, and reached down toward his chest as though the mythical beast itself had wrapped around him. The artwork was impressive, and yet it was not the tatto

My guts are turning not knowing what he is doing or how long he plans on marking my skin with the Horse whip. I just got beat on my ass and legs last night by Daddy. It's still whelped up and sore but I won't admit that to anyone. My palms are still sweating I'm a complete nervous wreck maybe I should just tell him I'm a virgin and beg him to just have sex with me so that Nicolas Aspen gets a used woman. When the Dragon stands in front of me he's close like so close his bare chest slightly touches my breast and nipples Harden. He brings out his hand and shows me two metal type clips and I couldn't help but frown trying to figure out what they were.