Tatuajes Para Hermanas Novels & Stories

I try to explain, “No, I just wanted to—” “Then fuck off,” she says. I feel humiliated. The maidens laugh at me but cover their mouths when I turn. I walk off slowly. But she desperately stops me. “My lady, I am so sorry. Where did you get that tattoo from?” She holds onto my hands like a treasure. I withdraw my hands in annoyance, but she begs desperately. “I am a member of the deviant splinters. My father put that tattoo on me when I was twelve.” “It's the same tattoo my brother came home with, the tattoo he had the night before he left the night walker pack, please can you—”

I place the bangle and earrings on. Giving myself the once over and smile. My body is more toned, not overly toned. I still have my feminine curves. My legs are long and lean. My ass, Goddess my ass, I love it. The tattoo on my thigh just peeks out below the dress, as well as the tattoo of our group sigil on my left arm. After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group.