Swallow Tattoos Novels & Stories

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

Completely naked and with a weak smile on his whitish lips, he pulls the last spl of the plastic sweater and exposes all the rest of the tattooed skin above the bandage on his waist. The drawings engraved on your shapely arms begin in the pectoral muscles with a fusion of messages in different languages, spirals and lines, flowing in a connection with musical notes, stars and rays through your right shoulder to your wrist. On the other side, the head of an open-mouthed Chinese dragon has its syrup outlined on its left shoulder. Among the pigmentation of drawings, there is a skin band with shy black curls separating them.

“Swallow.” I close my eyes and drink him in, enjoying the feel of his seed running down my throat, teasing my cord, filling up my belly. “Show Daddy your little filthy mouth,” his fingers dig into my jaws and split my cheeks into two. “Put out your tongue.” I stretch it out, showing him I’ve swallowed it as obeyed, so he sees nothing but the creamy shade of his sperm that’s glossy on my tongue. “Hmmm,” he beats his cock on my tongue, almost crushing it from the weight of it.

I turned to find Rico staring at me again. “Rico, out with it!” I snapped. “What?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ve been staring at me weirdly for the past two hours.” “I’m just curious about your piercings and tattoos,” he chuckled. I have a piercing on my lip, eyebrow, bellybutton and nose. I normally just put on diamond studs. Today I also put on my tongue piercing. I have six tattoos. I have butterflies on my ankle and stomach, stars on my wrist and neck, a dagger on my arm, and a wolf going down my whole back. The wolf is my mate mark surprisingly since Silas got the same one two days after we mated. They just appeared out of nowhere.

His pleasurable moan as he spills into me shoots desire to my own lower core. “Evelyn…I….” His breathing is sharp as he pulls me back to him, tasting his own remnants on my lips. “Ssshh…we should head back…” I smile gently at him, letting him know words aren’t necessary at this very moment. He stands walking around me, giving me a full display of his well built ass. The tattoo on his back is never hard to miss, it covers from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, back rib to back rib. I’m still not sure it’s an angel or an eagle, it’s seems to be a mixture, but what does catch my eye is the name under one of the wings.

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.

This is my life now I guess. Growl. Soralina looks down at her stomach before sighing. And I’m hungry too. Once she is done filling, she heads inside the grocery before grabbing some snacks to keep her stomach satiated. Once done, she goes to the counter to pay for all her items, until something catches her eyes. The tattoo in the shopkeepers neck. It’s a bleeding dragon.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

The delicious tingles sent electricity through my body all the way down to my core and I let out a soft moan. After he licked the wound, I pulled him down by his collar and sank my elongated canines into his collarbone that was exposed after he unbuttoned the first three buttons of his white dress shirt. Licking the wound, I smiled proudly looking at the mark that had formed. A crescent moon behind a white wolf with a crown tattoo on it’s head.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.