Red Rising Pinks Novels & Stories

The night cracked open. Not softly, not gently... but like a rib snapping through flesh. The horizon glowed with a red that didn’t belong to the sky. It bled into the trees, painted the barn roof, glazed the farmhouse windows in something thick and pulsing. The kind of red that didn’t shine. It pulsed. It breathed. The Bleeding Moon had risen.

Through her yells, she's still laughing, but, "Thank you, Master." I work on that shade of pink.... A nice deep rose as the target, I think.... .... or maybe scarlet if she doesn't safeword.... "I daresay it comes with your being a redhead. I imagine you don't sunbathe much?" My palm stings as I swipe across her again, but her noises are making my cock sit up and beg. "Aaahhhh...." She jerks and arches… "No, Master. I never sunbathe. It burns me. Other people get a lovely tanned glow. I turn red and purple."

Matt’s POV Lucas growled at the sight of Renda walking down the hallway. If he was so excited, and I was almost dizzy with how quickly my blood was rushing south, I could only imagine who else would have such a reaction to her. I almost regretted picking the pink, not that the pink didn’t look amazing on her. It was erotic in all the right ways as her pale skin showed through the fabric. When I saw it, I had wondered if it was about the same color as her nipples.

Although they are strong, they still feel the sudden pain. Everyone is so busy massaging their backsides that they barely notice the red roses changing their colours. Some are turning purple, blue and orange and some are turning into green and sky blue. Some don't even change, but most of them are yellow coloured. The dragons soon realise that it's showing the amount of how much Erin's body has sucked out of them.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

I stood up from the counter needing to use the restroom. “You can’t possibly be leaving so soon,” a deceptively seductive voice murmurs close to my ear, making me all the more tense as his warm breath fans my cheek and leaves unbidden chills in its wake. The voice was hoarse and husky leaving tingles over my body.

We both stare into each other’s eyes as we struggle to refill our lungs with the much needed oxygen that we have deprived them of. My focus lingers on Rin’s eyes. What were once the dark green color that I remember are now a startling pink color, with black rimmed around the iris and black flecks mixed in with the pink. The color stole my breath away as I stared up at him with aww, his beauty more ethereal than even my Angel’s.

"No, just… someone I met today." "Uh-huh," Harris said knowingly. "Well, whoever he is, he must be something if he’s got you blushing." Sophia rolled her eyes, grabbing her things. "I am not blushing. I’m just tired." "Sure you are," Harris chuckled. "Alright, get out of here before I make you clean the espresso machine."

—the red flush had started to appear at her cheeks again—“I wasn’t actually spying—” “It doesn’t matter, it’s nice to know that you cared enough.” I eyed her carefully, a small smile had pulled up the corners of her lips. She rounded into a small park. People occupied the other black benches, either deeps in conversations with another, or allowed to enjoy their own solitude.