Swallow Tattoos Novels & Stories

Sculpted to perfection. While he is still looking down, my eyes roam over his perfectly tanned skin and every carved-out muscle. I see the two swallow tattoos, one on either side of his neck. His one arm is covered in ink, beautiful images and I wonder what they represent and what story they hold. His shoulders are huge and shredded, and his chest… I swallow… I see the top of his rock-hard abs showing above the counter. And my eyes catch something glistening. Is that… a stud? His left nipple has a piercing. My eyes check his other nipple... nope, just one. Why is that so sexy on him?

My lips were swollen and my body was primed. "I don't believe I heard a please", he whispered, his fangs nipping at my lips. For fuck's sake. "Please", I breathed and his shirt came off his head. My mouth gaped, open and drooling as I stared at the artwork that was his body. Perfectly corded muscles roping against each other in warm ivory skin. The tattoo that peaked at the base of his throat flourished down his upper torso ending on his stomach. A diamond with an intricately beautiful pattern woven into the main structure.

A silver brooch shaped like a swallow. Evelyn frowned. "I've seen this before." Adrian studied the photograph. "The brooch?" She nodded slowly. "I don't remember where." Daniel joined them. "Can I see?" He examined the picture carefully. Then his expression changed. "I know that symbol." Everyone turned to him. "What is it?" "My grandmother collected antique jewelry." "That swallow design..." He looked uncertain. "...was custom-made." Captain Moreau walked closer. "Custom-made for whom?" Daniel thought for a moment.

I asked Sera gesturing to some students seated close to us. Sera bit into her apple, "Oh that? Silvermoon and Mystic Pack always have their different tattoos drawn when they turn sixteen," She gestured to some others who were still in line for lunch. "Moonstone pack members have their gem pendants, Ironclaw pack have their bracelets, and we Shadowhawl have our piercings and birthmark." She concluded, showing me a dark paw-shaped patch on her arm. "That's cool," I replied nodding. "Guess I'd have to ask uncle Gray what ours is."

Bribery never tasted so good, my Goddess. “Do you want to know why I call you petit moineau or little swallow?” he suddenly asks me, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. When I shake my head, he simply smiles before answering. “Swallows are seen as a good luck omen and can symbolise revival or return from grief. I hope you can do that for me, Nova.” I frown at his answer, swallowing the bacon in my mouth. “How would I do that? I’m no one special,” I say.

Her mouth swallowed the head, then the upper half of my cock, then a little more. The sucking sound was indecent, wet, mixed with small gagging sounds that made my cock pulse in her throat. “You’re… so deep…” I murmured, the words broken. “Your throat… squeezing me…” She went down further. My cock reached the back of her throat, and she gagged, the walls of her pharynx contracting around the glans. The squeeze was so intense that I moaned loudly, my hands closing into fists against the handcuffs. “Yes… yes, Evelyn… swallow me…”

The warm salty taste flooded over my tongue. “Do not swallow yet,” he warned. “Show me.” I tilted my head back a little and opened my mouth so he could see the pool of his cum on my tongue. Some was already dripping down my chin. Professor Kane smiled with satisfaction. “Good girl. Now swallow slowly. Let me watch every drop go down your throat.” I closed my mouth and swallowed in big gulps, showing him my empty tongue after each one. When it was all gone I smiled up at him.

Their years of rivalry evaporated in a fraction of seconds. Harvey loosens the CEO's necktie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He purposely pushes his head back to offer him VIP access to his neck. Hunter licks his bottom lip as he looks at his tattoo. A sapphire majestically spreads its wings around his neck. He wonders what's the meaning behind it. But he cares less about it now as he just wants to kiss it.

Zayn got a full view of the tattoo and he was bewitched. He eyed the masterpiece as he could pick out the drawing of flowers, a wolf, a piece sign, a skull, and some other things. One other thing that caught his eyes was the dragon that ran from his shoulder and disappeared on his nape. He wasn't a fan of tattoos but he was sure he loved what he was seeing. "What took you so long?" Will asked as he pulled the towel off his head and hung it on his shoulder. His hair bounced to his face and his ran his fingers through it to get it out of sight.

That would actually make a kick-ass tattoo. “And this one?” He pressed his lips to the black scorpion tattoo on the upper swell of her left breast. She refocused. “I thought it’d be funny to have a deadly insect crawling out of my bra.” “What about this one?” He traced the large blue starburst pattern surrounding her belly button. “I designed it when Skylar decided to leave the rat race in California and turn her hobby into a business.” Her belly rippled when his thumb brushed over the design and the jewel dangling from her navel.