Swallow Tattoos Mga Nobela at Kwento

He shook his head and gestured with his hands that it was ok. “Your name… how about… Smile?” Smile wore a bright smile and bowed. His body glowed, too, and a golden crescent sun tattoo appeared on his wings as if the sun was smiling too. “And you… I am sure you are too busy sleeping. Huh! How about… Wake.” Wake’s body glowed as he kept on snoring. He got a tattoo of what looked like a sun eclipse. I chuckled dryly. “And the three of you. You can be Lily, Lola and Laila.”

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

He lapped it all up greedily, not stopping until I was trembling and oversensitive, begging him to ease up. Rising, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with triumph. "That's just the appetizer, pet. Now, for the main course." He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing inch by inch of his sculpted torso. My breath caught—his chest was a masterpiece, rippling muscles dusted with dark hair, but what stole my focus were the tattoos. A intricate sleeve on his right arm, swirling patterns of thorns and flames that spoke of pain and passion, wrapping around his bicep like a warning. Another on his left pec—a snarling wolf, fierce and untamed, symbolizing the beast within. And

His chest was covered in tattoos, his arms even his hands. I couldn't help it but my hand lifted on it's own and started to trail the patterns on his tattoos. My hands trailed on their own accure. His adams apple was bobbing up and down as he was swallowing as I was trailing his tattoos. Not realising how long I have been doing it a hand softly grabbed onto my wrist stopping me. Looking up at him , he was already looking down at me with a look I can't decipher. Pulling my hand away I focused back on what I was suppose to do.

“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.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

My mascara runs in black rivers, mixing with tears and spit that drip onto my chest, onto his cut still draped over my shoulders like a claim. He pulls out suddenly, letting me gasp, strings of saliva stretching from my swollen lips to his glistening cock. Before I can catch my breath he slaps it against my tongue, once, twice, three times, heavy and wet, then shoves back in, deeper than before, until my nose is crushed against him and my throat convulses helplessly. “Swallow,” he commands, voice like gravel dragged over steel. “Every fucking inch. Show me who this throat belongs to.”

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

I started fucking his throat with no remorse until I felt my balls tighten then I pulled out of his mouth. "Put your tongue out" I said holding my dick after I released his neck. He stuck his tongue out and I slapped my dick against it then came in his mouth making a little drip down his chin. He swallowed it using his thumb to swipe the little on his chin then licked it off. He kissed my tip and smiled. He stood to his feet taking his boxers off revealing his plump ass that had a fucking butterfly tattoo on each side above it. In the middle, there was one beg one. Something like ♡♡♥♡♡but the middle one is bigger

Waverly glared at his arm, which was covered in numerous tattoos, forming a sleeve, with the Crimson Shadow sigil placed in the centre. He pulled out a sketch pad and then a pack of pencils. "I heard you like drawing and since Sawyer's been so busy with the Lunar Eclipse coming up next month, I thought I'd bring you by some entertainment." He stretched out his hand, showing a tattoo of a wolf, with its tail wrapping around each of his fingers. Waverly slowly met him in the middle and took the book and pencils. "Thanks…" she said curiously. Even though she was weary of the man in front of her, it had felt like forever since she had scratched the surface of a new sheet of paper.