Swallow Tattoos Novels & Stories

Having both marks make our mating and bonding come in full circle. Kayleigh moans while caged inside my embrace. I suck the warm trickle of blood coming from the piercings on her skin. She pushes her shuddering body against mine as she whimpers. Her moans show that she is feeling a surplus of pleasure from my bite. I pull my teeth out from her skin but keep my cock inside her tight slit. I lick the spot I bit before completely moving my head away from her shoulder. The new bite singes for a few seconds and then leaves a tattoo-looking mark, shaped like a moon with two wolves in a yin and yang position inside it.

he replied. “Alright,” she reached out and brought his wrist to her mouth. He removed his thumb from the vein and the blood touched her tongue. For a moment, she fought the instinct to spit it out, and instead forced herself to swallow. It was not bad, she decided as it pooled on her tongue again. The sensation and flavour were different to her imagination, which had pictured swallowing metallic tasting tomato soup. After the third mouthful, Talen pulled back and lifted his wrist to his own mouth, licking over the wound in order to seal it.

A few more swallows, and I begin to twist my head, adding a new dimension of friction. Suddenly, Dean sees stars as he releases his sweet essence into my throat. Though I can't express it through my occupied mouth, I smile, effortlessly taking his throbbing shaft until it slows to a gentle pulse. I slowly slide him from within my chest, feeling him twitch as I do. When his tip reaches the back of my tongue, I begin to slurp softly, savoring the moment until his head reaches my lips. I continue to suck gently until I've drained every last drop of his essence from his well-deserving form.

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.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

Each man wore the mark. Different symbols etched into skin: a serpent coiled around a sword on the left forearm of one, twin wolves snarling beneath a bleeding moon on the wrist of another, a skeletal crown on the palm of a third, and a phoenix swallowing its own tail just above the elbow of the last. Each tattoo pulsed faintly, dark and ancient, remnants of an allegiance born of secrecy, ambition, and old blood.

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”

She rubbed herself until her juices poured straight onto my tongue. “Swallow it,” she commanded, slapping my face. I obeyed. She went back to my cock, pressing it between her tits, squeezing them tight as she stroked me with both hands. “Fuck…” I groaned, losing it. My cum exploded, spilling across her chest and throat, but she didn’t waste a drop. Maya leaned down, sucking every last drop, swallowing greedily, licking her lips with a filthy smirk. “Oh, you swallowed our babies,” I rasped, breathless.

“Are you hungry? Should I get something for you to eat?” “No. I'm not hungry”. “First time”, he chirped and they laughed. “I will still get you some soup, though. I think I have the perfect ingredients for a sore throat”, he said and turned to go. Avril looked up at his figure and her eyes caught sight of the tattoo behind him. The body of a wolf sprinting forward. It was a perfect drawing. All the outlines of the wolf showed well and even the fur was portrayed. The statue had that same wolf but Dakar's own was more realistic.

Licking along her Swedish tribal tattoo. "Nggggggg fuck..." Hollis muttered sexily, grasping onto Whitney's thick thighs as she felt herself being straddled and savagely bit. The tingly pain made her pierced nipples swell with longing, and she knew her pussy was drenched by now. "Oh my god, Whitney...."