Simple Succubus Tattoo Novels & Stories

Since the head invader of the property – Ian- was the target, it made sense to use the beautiful young woman’s body to woo him into a state of less resistance. A succubus literally drains a man of his life forces through sex until he has nothing left to give. Then, both the body of its host and the body it drains wither and die. It looked like this demon was trying to rush the death process with Ian by draining him of his blood in the same way its host had lost hers. When death finally happens, the succubus either sends the soul of its victim to hell or, as in this case, bonds or mates with it.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

“I just want to taste you. I won’t go further─not yet.” I don’t argue. Hell, I can barely think when he kisses his way down my neck and sucks hard on the tendon above my shoulder. Gasping with pleasure, I lift his shirt and nip his earlobe. “Take it off,” I murmur. Without a word, Lucifer pulls away and removes his shirt, revealing his broad chest, carved pectorals and contoured abs. Reaching up, I glide my hands up his velvety skin and explore his muscles. Goosebumps spread across his skin, and his eyes heat with desire. My heart stutters at the sight of his sinewy muscles moving beneath his flawless skin as he leans close. Watching intently, I let my eyes drop hungrily across his Adonis li

Yet, I didn’t have the strength to utter a word. The lycan took my face in his hands, tilting it so I would look him in the eyes. “This is the only way. I’m sorry. Sex is the only way to we can quickly burn these drugs out of your system safely.” My eyes widened. Did he just say… My mouth was dry and it was hard to swallow. Did this mean that we were going to… He’d want that from me? But I was no one and I was cute on a good day maybe… Yet as his dark eyes held me, I didn’t miss the spark of desire in them. Once more, I swallowed and gave him a small nod.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

The wannabe Barbie goes up to James, practically shoving her disproportionately large cleavage from her tiny top in his face. Skyler, who is behind her, turns to us and puts two fingers in her throat, mimicking someone who's vomiting. I get it, James is her brother. I bite my lower lip to try not to burst out laughing. The blonde doesn't notice anything, too busy looking at James. "I'd like a tattoo on my right butt cheek. Can you do it?" Her voice is shrill. It sounds like her vocal cords are stuck in the door. James points to me. "She does the designs, I handle the tattooing."

The wound left by the stab had already healed, leaving behind only a small scar. “You want to mess with my mind? Play with me, huh?” She continued grumbling as she changed into more comfortable clothes. “Great! This lady will show you what it takes to play a real game. She will beat you so hard that you won’t be able to show your face in the entire Lycan Kingdom.”

She nods thoughtfully. " Okay so this is what I want you to do to her. I need you to tattoo something across her neck." he must have asked her something because she hums. " I need you to make it as bold as possible. Make it draw as much attention as powerful. I need you to tattoo the phrase, ' I suck it cause it's delicious but like every delicious thing, it has to belong to someone else' and draw a nazi symbol on where her neck meets her chin." I stop on my tracks and digest, well in this case I'm also processing, that she is saying that. Not that it's mean but it's not humiliating enough for that skank. I need to add something to that list. Like maybe cutting off a pinky toe.

Stuart Newlin hadn't come home for over a month. I clenched my phone, hesitating, fingers trembling as I debated calling him. I wanted to beg him to come back. I wanted to beg him to look at me. A familiar, searing ache tore through me. The heat had come again. I am a pureblood succubus. Every seven days, I need love to sustain me, to get through these merciless ruts. Stuart is my boyfriend, but he is not a good master.

Speaking of asses, maybe sparring with Miles had caused my breasts and ass to double, although it felt like it happened overnight. "Do you know why my tits and ass have doubled in size?" I ask Miles as he hits the G button on the elevator. Miles chuckles, "Tits and ass," He murmurs, shaking his head at my word choices before actually answering my question. "it's your succubus's doing. She feeds off of what people desire the most. Since your spirit can tell that you enjoy male companionship over female, it based your appearance on the men you were sleeping with. "Beckett, Samael, and Luka are clearly ass men; Aphelion is obsessed with your "tits," and I'm an all-in sort of man. I want the who