Swallow Tattoos Novels & Stories

He takes a cracker this time, covers it in more of that seafood spread and brings it to my mouth before Kev can feed me another berry. Kev doesn’t seem to mind. He just pops the strawberry into his own mouth and chews, the cords along his muscular neck flexing with him. He has a few tattoos decorating his throat and the pattern bleeds into his chest. However, his torso is mostly bare below his pecs, leaving the skin along his abdomen untouched. I idly wonder if he intends to fill that space with more

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

"What did you see?" Swallowing hard again, Janus lifts the sheet lower and shows me a small tattoo on Hyden's chest. It's not the spot for when you find your mate. It's not that red tattoo either that turns black when you find your fated partner. It's just in normal black ink. But that's not what catches my attention. What makes me reel back is the tattoo itself. A six-pointed star. "No," I whisper in half denial. "That's a coincidence. That can’t be right."

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

I need to focus on finding a way out, ensuring my baby's safety. With renewed determination, I shift my attention back to the resistance group. As I observe them closely, my eyes widen in recognition. On their wrists, just visible beneath their sleeves, are the distinctive hawk-shaped tattoos. The same tattoo I saw on the men who attacked me in the palace. Questions flood my mind, demanding answers. Who are these men? What is their connection to Swiftclaw? And how did they come to possess the knowledge of my existence?

I glance to the side and see the kid watching us, already hard again. Just as I refocus on the cock in my mouth, tattoo man thrusts into me with a frenzy and cums with a roar. I push against him, my own orgasm hovering just out of reach. The man in my mouth increases his own thrusts, and I take him down my throat. I am so close, and then he reaches down and touches my clit and I am over the edge, moaning around his cock until he jerks and yells and cums deep in my throat. I swallow all of it, my bound body shaking and trembling on the table underneath both men.

He looked at me through his mirror, the same angry glare plastered on his face as he turned around. As anticipated, he had tattoos on his stomach. On one side, he had a crown, on the other he had what looked like a date which of course I had no idea what was for. He then had a tattoo in the centre of his chest. He also had a smaller tattoo on his hip which looked too small for me to actually see what it was but there was another tattoo on the other side which was almost on his v line which might I add was very toned. The tattoo was a 'forgive' one in cursive writing.

“Swallow it all, baby. Earn that money.” I do. Greedy, sloppy, drool running down my chin as I bob, tongue swirling the piercing. They flip me onto all fours. Jax takes my pussy from behind—deep, punishing thrusts that slap skin on skin, echoing off the tiled vaults. The tattooed man kneels in front, cock in my mouth again, fucking my throat in rhythm with Jax’s hips. Lena positions behind Jax—no, wait—behind me. She presses the strap-on against my ass, lubed and insistent. “Breathe, slut. You’re taking both tonight.”

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.