Taint Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Keep teasing baby, circle your clit for me.” She doesn't hesitate, her fingers follow my command, circling her clit gently. “Caelum,” my name falls from her lips, a soft moan covering it. It sounds so pure on her tongue, so effortless. My cock hardens and I grunt, fighting the urge to devour her. My gaze lifts, meeting hers. “Hmm?” I retort, my hand undoing the buttons on my shirt. Aurora 's gaze drops to my chest, gazing at the inked bareness of it. Her name is tattooed on me, but I highly doubt she's noticed it, very few people do, they get too distracted by the sleeve or other tattoos on me to notice her marking tattooed on me. It was a drunk decision, but somehow I've never regretted it

Their sleeves are rolled up, a smirk on their identical faces. And on their arms are fresh ink. Full-sleeve tattoos. I blink twice. "...what," I say slowly, "am I looking at?" They exchange a glance. "We wanted to express ourselves," Talon says. His voice always has a slight rasp. "Artistically," Tyrone adds. My eye twitches. "...artistically," I repeat. "Yes." "With permanent ink." "...yes." I inch closer. "...tell me," I say, my voice low, "that those are fake."

She blinked and met his innocent eyes, waiting patiently for a genuine reply. “To be sincere, it does seem disturbing a little bit, but I think it's also a cool tattoo, why don't you show it off sometime”. She replied with a smile. “Never!” “Is it just on the arm, right?” She asked. “No… I have on my arms then my whole back covered, it's stupid how could I have done that to my skin! It gives people wrong impressions about me in the changing room”. He said in annoyance. Hinata swallowed tightly.

“Can you touch it?” Tiana gave me a curious look but nodded. I turned my back to her and swept my hair away, exposing the mark completely. “Wow,” she muttered. “It’s a lot brighter than before. Your tattoo artist did an amazing job, it even glows.” My breath hitched. Glows? “Wait,” I stopped her just as she was about to touch it. “If it feels warm, remove your hand immediately. Got it?” Tiana gave me a slow nod before placing her finger on it.

They should not be. When I take a soul like his, the residue never simply disappears. Sin leaves an imprint. That corruption must be carried somewhere so it does not seep back into the world that created it. So it comes to me. The tattoos hold it. Each line etched into my skin absorbs another fragment of human darkness. Normally the burning begins almost immediately. Sometimes before we even leave the place where the soul died. But now nothing happens. Nora studies the ink for another moment. “That’s not normal.”

You have to believe me! She pulled off her jacket, revealing skin on her chest that was raw and nearly bleeding. "I've cleaned it all up. I erased every mark. Please just give me one more chance, okay?" She stared at me, pleading for even a hint of pity. I gave her none. I exhaled and said, "This no longer matters to me, Rene. You need to look after yourself." Rene sank to the floor with a thud, covering her face as her sobs shook the room. I didn't turn back. I got into my car and drove off onto the boulevard.

“This is professional Gavin — the Tattoo Master, not the man that wants to fúck you senseless.” Oh. My. God. “I already told you it’s okay. I’ve been taking care of it as well as I can. Apparently, I didn’t get an aftercare box after my procedure because I’m not a ‘VIP’ client,” I jabbed. “No, that would be because you stormed away after your session.” “Hmmm… I wonder why.” Gavin sighed, like a parent tired of arguing with their stubborn toddler. “Sienna, infections ruin tattoos. You would regret getting that tattoo if it gets infected.”

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.

Quickly steadying my breathing and my racing heart, I distracted myself by letting my gaze wander to his well-defined torso and their muscular contours. Bad distraction. They were, however, littered with numerous scars that tainted his skin. Some were deep, gruesome, and covered with tattoos. It almost looked like a work of art. Messy. Chaotic. Beautiful. His body, that is. "You have a lot of injuries." I was transfixed. "I'm a hard worker." "And your tattoos, do they mean anything?" "Do they have to?" "I guess not..." A particular one held my attention. Not just because of how expertly the details of the viper was inked on his skin, wrapping itself like a dark cloak around his left arm. But

He exhaled deeply and declared, "I need to verify the authenticity of the photo first!" "Well, this is not the only photo you need to verify. I got a whole lot of other photos..." Jessica smiled, holding her phone tight. "You have a very distinctive fetish, Mr. Morrison. You like to have your sweethearts' names tattooed on your body, but you know, there are some names you can't afford to toy with. If, by any chance, those who are not supposed to see those names see them, the consequences would... Well, I know you're well built, Neil, but you have limited pectorals and abs. How many names could you put on them? Tattooing them and effacing the tattoos repeatedly will take a heavy toll on you..