Tempted Ink Novels & Stories

I just can’t get the way she felt, the way she tasted out of my mind. So I came back here needing something to ease whatever this is I’m feeling. I’m not sure how much I’ve had to drink. I feel numb and confused, worse than before, and now I wish I’ve never met her. The door to my office opens, and I raise a brow to the female vampire that enters while sipping on my cognac. She closes the door behind her and saunters towards me seductively. Nikita. She’s attractive enough, but that’s all. There’s nothing exciting or unique about her other than she can do this thing with her tongue. That’s really the only reason I’ve requested her services. She seems happy to see me. For some reason she’s con

Evans knew exactly how to drive me wild. "I'm close," I gasped desperately. "You are not allowed to cum." Evans pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want to make you beg for it," he whispered, his fingers teasingly trailing down my body. I shivered with anticipation, knowing that he was going to take me to the edge and back again before finally letting me release. I squirmed beneath him, craving release but also enjoying the torment. He flipped me over onto my stomach.

I want this design to sink into you so deep you will feel me every time you sit down or bend over. The session stretched on, the buzz of the needle becoming a constant companion to the growing ache inside her. Maven worked methodically, his free hand occasionally smoothing over her skin to wipe away excess ink, each caress sending jolts straight to her clit. He talked her through it the whole time, his words a filthy stream that kept her on edge. You are such a pretty little canvas, he murmured at one point. Taking my ink like a champ. Bet that pussy is dripping all over my chair by now, soaking through your panties because you love being pinned down and worked on.

A hint of ink curved along the side of his ribs, the edge of a circular tattoo, ancient and intricate, teasing from beneath the fabric, like a secret only the bold would dare to uncover. His skin, kissed by sunlight, seemed almost unreal in its perfection, smooth and taut over strength that simmered just beneath the surface. He didn’t need to move to tempt. He was temptation embodied, every breath, every slight shift a siren call. He was mouthwatering, maddening and utterly untouchable.

A whim. The beer bottle began to spin, and Kia giggled as one of the men kissed her neck with burning desire. "Stop it, Soft Voice! No touching unless you’re the winner," the beautiful girl in the tight black dress yanked at the hair of the man who cheated by making an early move. Kia smiled at him and then brushed her lips. "If you win, then tonight, I’m all yours," she whispered seductively. "You can do whatever you want with me, darling."

The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. They looked at each other—their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud and their expressions were a mixture of fear, curiosity, temptation and something darker. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Vivian asked me with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Camila's cheek Camila trembled while Vivian’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

The ink clings to the quill, its viscosity carefully crafted to prevent dispersal in the water. Turning his attention to the kelp paper in front of him, Bryan observes the faint shimmer on its surface. The kelp fibers have been infused with a unique hardening agent, a secret formula known only to the skilled artisans of Tritania. The agent causes the ink to react, triggering a chemical transformation that solidifies the liquid, ensuring that the words he pens will remain intact and readable.

Tank whispered as he toyed with the tank charm on the slave ring in her nipple. “Like by the time we’re done,” Ink said pulling her leg over his own before playing with her clit ring, “we should probably just throw the sheets away.” “That’s a lot of orgasms.” She whispered. “I think I’m going to need a snack to sustain me.” Tank said moving down her body and replacing Ink’s hand with his mouth. “This is all you, pet. Don’t hold back. Don’t deny yourself.” Ink murmured against her neck. He toyed with both nipple rings and kissed her neck and shoulder. “We want you to come so much that you walk funny when we finally let you out of this bed.”

They collapsed onto the bed, a heap of spent, trembling muscle. I sat there on the floor, the heavy heat of the "special tea" finally fading, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I had wanted a slut kink. I had wanted to be ruined. I had wanted the forbidden. And I had gotten it. I had destroyed my relationship, fractured my family, and turned my stepbrothers into my addicts. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror—covered in the evidence of my "variety," my eyes dark and hollow.

"Are you ready to answer to us?" "Oh, gods, yes." Ink leaned forward, his eyes widening in eager anticipation. Then he blinked, obviously conflicted even as he sank to his knees. "Are you sure?" Priest stalked around Ink while trailing his claws along his body. "There is nothing more important to you than feeling our wrath and passion?" "Fuck, Priest, you know that." Ink moaned as Priest’s claws found his sensitive spots. "But... This isn't why... I had a purpose, I think."