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Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

Was he staring at her? Celene was more than used to that by now, and she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Usually if she caught a guy who wasn't Marco, though even he got it from time to time, particularly since he decided to confess his love for Aelia oogling her, he'd be on the receiving end of a quick icy burst to the face or some chilled air to the pants, which usually got the point across very quickly. But Celene figured this guy probably did need to look at the canvas upon which he'd be working soon enough, plus she had just gestured there herself. So for now, she let him. Yeah, it would need that, she said, wrinkling her nose again. Celene nodded before making a gesture. A previously unseen pouch seemed to almost materialize at her side, hung around a thin silver belt. Celene unwound it, and held it up, letting the heft of it jangle. See? Definitely enough money. And we both know you totally want to work with this, she gestured toward her body again, before turning. A quick swipe moved the flowing light blue away, baring the almost achingly pale skin with that slight touch of glisten and glitter. Celene rolled her sloped hips a little. Like, right in there, She let kept the hair slung over her shoulder, turning back to nod at him. If we're cool with this, she said, nodding. Then we should probably get started. It's gotta be super intricate and stuff, right? So it'll take a while. Don't worry, I can handle the pain, she gave him a smile and a wink, brushing past him and entering more into his work area, those hips swaying again. She scanned the area like she had already owned it, figuring there had to be a cushy chair for her to rest in while he went to work, preferably with space where she could prop up a book or a news scroll to read or something....
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

Haughty entities too observant of the advantageous traits they possessed were prime candidates for these illustrious marks. Gossip throughout Manna through past customers and interested parties alike made soughing out these tattoos exquisite and a form of elitism only those of renowned beauty could obtain. Dismissing her gawking at him that might translate into a multitude of judgmental thoughts, nodding at the money without comment of her curvaceous frame that only one with peculiar taste would deny. I can oblige with your request immediately... But do not fret, you will be delighted by the design.exclaimed the artist with the level of fervor initially devoid in any conversation with this woman thus far. Venturing back him knew some internal ire bottled up, suppressing it with reminders of the rewards for uttering this patience. Indeed somewhere comfortable was lingering within his cozy work station, numerous needles and assortments of inks preserved for penetrating the flesh in exchange for commissions of art. Whenever she forced herself onto the designated area, the lumbering artist would hover with his shadow descending upon her. Embrace the pain for a masterpiece will be embroidered on this canvas.paying homage with compliments as accustomed for any paying customer, specifically anyone worthy of the tattoo getting branded onto them. She wouldn't feel any unwanted touches despite suppressing his lechery. Bestowing the intimate, yet intricate needlework required for this arduous session...Definitely not very joyous. Insidious ingredients were manufactured under this ink. Hormones extracted from the lascivious succubus. Advanced hexes intertwining both augmentations physically with mental dampening. Lastly was the infusion of traces of the vile Reaveritis Blight. Combined , this crafted the Spade tattoo that was a beacon as well as a status symbol, vigilantly etching for the last couple hours involving bone needles chiseling the flesh with an edge dipped in pigment. Beaming visually with the completion of this wondrous aesthetic that now was aligned to her person. You held on and it has paid off, holding off a chuckle for the trials she soon would face in retaliation for that badge of honor. Figure wanted to get the tattoo process hasten Last edited Jun 3, 2018
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

I'm sure I will be, replied Celene, almost flippantly, flashing a quick smile that pretty well suggested that her being pleased with the situation was really the only option available. She kept looking, eventually finding what amounted to the work station. Here the mage princess took some time to study, curious and definitely wanting to make sure everything worked out. It certainly looked professional, and the needles were obviously quite clean, and the inks looked good. The looming didn't even bother Celene. Clearly the guy was perturbed by her venturing into his territory which would've just had her rolling turquoise eyeshad he dared mention it. Instead he grumbled out something that sounded almost like a chant or the beginnings of some particularly spell . That's the idea, she said, flashing that tight smile of hers. She adjusted her splendid mane so it wouldn't get in the way, letting him see the bared back where he'd soon be making his mark. Another quick wiggle of the hips, and Celene slid into position, waiting while he got to work. Pure white skin soon found itself transformed with the colors he interlaid. Each prick shot venom into the unsuspecting heroine, seeping in, poisoning the pretty teen. Continual pokes did better than giving her a draught or attempting to blast her with a spell might have. It tricked her body, used to fighting such things, into accepting. The girl, sharper than she might have appeared, didn't even consider the possibilities. Had she been traveling with one of her more grounded companions, they might have been able to point out the shadiness of it all, or at least cautioned her before getting something permanent etched into her skin. They weren't, so no caution came, only a marking. Has it? she asked, twisting, looking. Ooo, nice, she complimented, letting her fingers trail near the flesh. It felt strange, almost tingling. Bit plain, isn't it? Still, it does look just about right, she rolled her hips again, almost doing a little victory dance. Adornment achieved! Go Princess Celene! Right, she tilted, looking up at the artist, so what do I owe you?
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

Archaic although not completely validated was the symbolism behind this tattoo, originally drawn with the idea of ultimate misery. Branding or carving was the method in the old days, Skellos Rawlins perverted and mutating it beyond its design. Vanity stacked with hubris clouded her analytical side, silently fortunate to test this formula on something more formidable that might push the boundaries unlike previous wearers of the spade. Remarkably, her porcine complexion distinguished the tattoo marvelously with the irony of landing a partially more sexual location that even he didn't need to coerce her for whatever ludicrous excuses wielded in the past. Stroking the nape of the neck at her utterance of his art being plain bothered him, despite the follow-up to the compliment. Snapping back to reality, financial compensation reared its head. Hearing the words, what do I owe you had a perverse spin to it, yearning to sink his appendage into her regal orifices!!Bestial nature craved it with slight excitement in his dull hues, fighting it back to say something astounding instead. Someone holding your renown and beauty needs to advertise it to the world. Instead of my brawny fee, I'll reduce it to five divinesgold., revealed the towering artist whom awaited for her response. Normally the few venturing the world ripe with copious amount of peril around the corner were never hurting tremendously for currency. A sovereign silver was often commonplace in terms of riches for the regular denizen with successful merchants, grand warriors, nobility, and the esteemed crafters of their profession the exception to the rule. Destitution wasn't a fate he desired, elevating the status symbol of the tattoo to strengthen his coffers. Unless my charity insults you?drawing a small snicker that felt unusual to unsheathe after his demeanor shown during this meeting. Regardless of your choice, you keep the legacy of that tattoo honest, subtly thinking of the alternative symbolism tucked away.
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

At last, he finally acknowledged what was so obvious to the world at large. Oh, Celene wasn't dumb, she knew all too well that he probably said that just to make her feel better, or maybe to get her to shut up or leave him alone or something along those lines. Frankly Celene didn't care where the compliment originated from so long as she got it, and got it from this guy she finally did. With a satisfied and gorgeous smile, Celene bobbed her head. She swung one beautiful leg over the chair, settling down the slit dressrobe and letting it fall. She kept her long hair tossed over her shoulder, wanting to show off the new ink breaking up the expanse of literally glittering white. Already she could almost feel stairs upon it, and the sensation made a warmth start spreading itself throughout her lower half. Yes, stare at the pretty princess you couldn't hope to touch. Five divines it is! she said, not even balking at what was technically a slightly higher price. She was a princess he was the best these things happened. The purse reappeared as Celene summoned it benefits of magic, and she soon had not five, but six divines in her fingers. She gave them a flourish more worthy of a practicing street magician than a mage who'd been part of the the party that saved the world. The extra's a tip, she said, giving the tattooist an additional, almost flirty wink. She guessed he did have that kind of rough hewn, virile sort of look. Celene definitely preferred prettier, like Marco, but this guy had his appeal, overall. Don't worry, she assured him, I'm totally sure that the legendary Princess Celene can keep the legacy of a tattoo alive, she assured him, bobbing her head and giving him a knowing smile. Obviously he'd already guessed that he'd marked up one of the Party of Legend. There might have been a glut of blue haired girls out now that Celene had made it popular, but view had the curves, the magic, and the attitude to really pull it off. Celene was giving a wink and heading off on her merry way. Time to explore the market, and by that she, of course, meant showing off her new ink. Give a little extra wiggle of the hips, let people feast their eyes. Weird though, as Celene walked she could feel the strange sensation in her lower abdomen. The sensual girl did know what it felt like to be turned on again, she'd traveled with Marco for some time and, yeah, Laus wasn't too bad Fitz had their moments. But this felt almost like she'd reached down the front of her skirt and started feeling her nude sex Fae bloodno body hair, thank the Ancestors. It made Celene start to feel almost flushed, and she had to wonder what was happening to her...
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

Feeling gratified for a job well done heightened his demeanor towards her or it was the bewitching effects of the tattoo whispering indecent thoughts. Although its creator, the menacing darkman wasn't completely detached from its compelling effects. Every sway to the hips was carnal in rhythm, maintaining a gruff exterior to disguise the perversions running through his head. Thank you kindly!baffled at the extra tip but there was the possibility that extending that discount rose her perception of the obsidian goliath passed the neutral disposition to negative she labelled everyone. Each bob of her head after dialog forged something lewd in his imagery, her playful winks only accelerating which was difficult to distinguish whether or not the Queen of Spades was amending her opinion of one she likely saw as an inferior in every way. Preferring this versus the alienating stare, these white women gave him was admittedly refreshing, not caring if he was the responsible party. Sounds like another satisfied customer to me, jabbered the artist with those mighty arms clasping behind him amidst the conversation. Though dabbling in some magic, he was ignorant towards sensing every sensation or affect of the hex immediately. Only an abundance of past customers gave away a few ques for the tattooist. Observing one more wink before making her away to the marketplace, Skellos gently turned aside to tend to one of the projects outdoors that received enough neglect. Bruised knee and encrusted with dried sweat, she crawled indigent into his path. A tall ravishing beauty whom equated close to his height, currently ensnared on a chain. One might not instantly recognized the pronounced hourglass figure and plump breasts getting holstered in a leather body harness scoping up her assets. Excessive saliva slipped from the leather gag enveloping her mouth with a visible phallic sized hole commissioned for the long orange wavy haired barbarian on her nethers as well. Master.....Master let...me...have...it!!pleading in desperation with heavy panting sexualizing her tone further as the distance closed between them. Hands firmed clasped onto the studded belt, trying to pry it off to see the massive supplement that has only become essential like food and water. Disrobing look futile, nuzzling her face against the crotch region with avarice behind her focus. Three days! I haven't had your manhood invade my womb in three days! My body burns like a furnace...quench these flames...please, please...!!feverish and fidgeting in anxiety large doses as she suddenly saw the gigantic shadow deny her hunger. Jostling her aside a wicked grin escaped his features, grappling her jawline fiercely. I have an oncoming treat, can't waste the semen on you. Maybe later, my pet! sneering as he left the horny barbarian to her devices.
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

Pining, yammering insistently was the lubricious barbarian outside confined like a ordinary dog. Ironically, she acted like a bitch in heat whenever her vigorous snatch wasn't getting fed the dark meat. Contrary to the treatment she was given, Skellos wasn't exacting some depraved version of revenge or anything regarding such trivial emotions. Cold and callous research was the explanation behind the reserved behavior toppled with needing himself in prime condition for the latest prospect. Used in a variety of ways almost daily, abruptly stopping was a test to measure her sanity without that veiny elixir of sex. She howled like a feral predator throughout the night, vulgar pleasantries paying homage to his prowess to perhaps persuade even tasting it momentarily. The spade enhanced the sex drive and considering her impressive physical feats before the metamorphosis, a marathon was all that soothed that needy cunt. ' I ponder how along is the princess? Is the royal brat craving the black yet or is she resisting better than the others?''curious about the perversion knowing some past customers, especially those loose in morals weren't immediately subdued by the tattoo. It seemingly hit those purist with concealed lasciviousness the hardest for inhibitions were stripped like flaying a prisoner overtime. The morning would shine soon, assuming she'll tire out by the pleads. If warranted the ball could be bestowed, after not all of his activities should be open to this woman just yet. The facade must continue for the meanwhile, lips pursed as a gleeful smile drew upon him just thinking about it. A monstrous bulge sprang from the imagination, fighting it off for the swore energy was necessary for 1st-time customers. Making dinner and knew there wasnt much needed to post before they met
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Morning found a sleepless Celene. She'd put off climaxing, put off thinking of Marco or any dark being, for most of the night, but had thrashed and curled in the blankets instead. Raw arousal thudded through her as surely as any poison, the mixture seeming to pay the flirty princess back tenfold for every man she'd teased in her young life. Never before could she remember her nipples aching this much, or her sex feeling this much aflame. She'd soaked her way through a pair of panties already, before simply laying on the bed bottomless. At least the brassiere kept her chest from scraping against the bedding. A time or two she'd caught herself thrusting down against the bed, humping it like a cat in heat, and barely managed to stop herself. Part of her wondered if she wasn't making it worse, but the thought of catching herself in an orgasmic loop appealed even less to the beautiful princess. Finally, exhausted, her gorgeous hair tangled about her flushed face, she turned toward the rising sun. Good, she could confront the tattooist. He'd reveal what he'd worked into his inks, what now pumped through Celene's bloodstream. she rose from the bed, washing herself as best she could, removing the sheen of sweat and the stickiness of her own arousal. A new set of silken panties wiggled their way up her pale hips. These had been designed to be flirtatious, as many of her underthings were a light, almost robin's egg blue that set off her hair perfectly. Naturally Celene had to change her brassiere to match, making note that her nipples had swollen, their pale pink standing out among her ivory flesh. Grumbling, she trapped them in lace, fighting the shudder. She slid into the same garb from yesterday, traveling light. Though the shift of fabric about her body nearly made her shiver, she knew she could bear it. only a few minutes spent fixing her hair, which she tied into a tight braid, slinging it away from the tattoo, not trusting the mark. Just passing the tavern proved somewhat of a task, as the friendly staff were all smiles, offering her drinks and the means to break her fast. Eventually Celene had to snap at them, letting a little of her irritation show. She'd apologized, blaming an illness and a need for fresh air, before hitting the streets. Each swishing step felt almost like torture as she wove a path directly toward the shop. More men catcalled, receiving blasts of ice that were nearly enough to severely damage, even potentially kill. The princess was in a foul mood, and soon most men knew to part. Nearly panting, Celene arrived at the ramshackle shop. Tattooist! she called, not remembering if she asked his name. Her turquoise eyes sparked, and she fought the urge to start summoning arcane energies. I'm here to discuss your--- work , energies did start to crackle about her, though she swore they were fueling the tattoo it almost seemed to burn, though perhaps that was in her mind.
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

Nightfall dissipated with the morning dew greeting him with the seldom sounds of a rooster indicating another night has passed. The swollen members were tamed, disciplining himself with the stark reminder of the carnal incentive to starve off spilling his seed authentically either by borrowing the holes of the bound barbarian or through his own hands literally. Parading naked, the tattoo was indeed a beacon that beckon for the beast to follow her movements.Shrinks echoed the streets, growing louder to hint at proximity to his establishment. Never has the tattooist faced an enraged, possibly sexually frustrated magi bearing his hex. Deciding the boldness might spout some field studies, Skellos whisked away from bed and wandered downstairs. Mischievous glances at her distressed form seem to hint at some resistance, encroaching the vacant space passed the barrier of his personal dwellings.Within this facility she could see the uncharacteristic dark being demonstrating his assertiveness, no longer playing the stoic businessman. Visible to the panting royal was the naked, tattooed and scared stature of the bastard whom accursed her lovely curvaceous form with something foreign. Stronger than most chemicals, regardless of origins this was his means of triggering a prompt reaction to likely the first man willfully bare in front of her in all his bravado. Flopping between his legs was an intimidating sight, dormant without signs of stimulants currently. Laying halfway across his knees studded to the truck was a cock that makes any male green with envy, inches thick in girth and sheathed in darken foreskin. Undoubtedly, this figure possessed something that defeated even her precious Marco fully erected by her brief visits of his manhood amidst the adventures. Feigning innocence, he tucked himself by those enormous hands. Apologies, I just woke up and we weren't necessarily open, yet! So what business do you have with me, guttural with a hint of flippancy truly artificial for having her storm into his quarters was the best possible outcome. Typically it demanded more work on his behalf if they stayed in town. Tugging his canines onto his lower lip in anxiety in a faux manner, knowing it was paramount to carry out intentions disguised and remain ordinary. Well... barring the meat with the prominent head on the tip peeking out occasionally as if it was too much to contain. Though braven by this tactic, chances needed to be taken without assaulting her like a thug. No, making her beg was the plot line he stuck by for this game of stuck up cocktease. If given a few, I can get dressed........unless you like what you see!
Thread: A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

For the Ancestors, he was naked! Quite naked, with every inch of his dark, impressive form visible to the naked eye. Celene's bright eyes traveled all along him, drinking in the sight before her .Rippled muscles met her gaze, along with adorned flesh. Scars were just so appealing on a man if they were done right, showing that he was tough, that he could protect himself. And a man built like that? He had to be able to protect anyone he fucked. To think of the children such a man would birth! Surely they would be almost impossibly strong. And of course her gaze lingered upon what dangled so leisurely between his legs. It dwarfed Marco's, it dwarfed nearly any Celene had seen on a being with intelligence save for a particularly crass minotaur they'd defeated once. How, precisely, a guy got that into a woman without hurting her was beyond Celene, but she felt a stab in her lower abdomen all the same, as if her womb was eager to try. When she realized that she'd been staring, she tore her eyes to meet his. They flashed, almost literally, anger swelling up. Some of it may have been at herself for staring at... at that , but she told herself it was mostly righteous indignation. Why would you dare to greet someone in the nude? she demanded, waving at him. That's---deplorable! I should've known this shop was just--- she let out a groan of frustration, before pointing at him. There is something in your inks or--or something! It's hexed me! She twisted, pointing at her lower back, where the symbol seemed to pulse, pouring more heat into the pale, glittering beauty. It's... inflaming the blood, she insisted, twisting to look back, her face coloring, and it's wholly unacceptable! She slapped her hands on what passed for a counter, leaning forward. Her breathing proved hard, anger and, well, other emotions flaring. And her position meant he barely needed to lean to catch a sight of her impressive cleavage, knowing almost immediately the color of her brassiere. Of course, Celene was rather distracted , and unlikely to notice that right away.