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

It took hours for the hex to sink in. Celene continued almost prancing around town, moving lazily through vendors, showing off her tattoo. One or two maiden asked to touch it, the slight sensation of fingers making people shiver all around. A few others had similar markings, showing off ankles and the like. Everyone seemed either impressed or aghast that such an obviously fine woman would boast such a marking in such a place, and Celene did receive at least one derogatory comment to which she responded with a biting comment regarding how no one would touch that woman at all. There was at least one man who attempted a crass sexual innuendo, which Celene stopped by casting an icy blast directly at his trousers. No, the problem came later, as Celene was at her meal. She stayed at the finest establishment in the city, which meant a decent pub to eat upon. The lithe mage preferred light meals, and the fish here was quite excellent. She'd been eating it and eying some of the finer visiting noblemen's sons and visiting merchants when she felt it. The tingling sensation in her lower abdomen .Frowning, she shifted her feet, pressing her legs together. Her sex felt... warmer than it usually did. The mage recognized that sensation all too well she was turned on, like she'd been when staring at Marco shirtless. Which also made her think of the few times she'd indulged in that. Throw up a silence spell, let fingers wander. Celene might be pure in the technical sense, but she was royal she'd learned to masturbate about three days after she started tingling in her nether regions. So she politely finished her meal and excused herself, asking not to be disturbed. The princess retired to her room, where she left her cloak upon a chair first, before stripping off her outer layers. By the time she'd finished, her chest felt tight, the nipples poking through the exquisite silk of her brassiere and the front of her silken panties nearly soaked through. Celene didn't bother to remove either garment, simply laying back on the bed. Her hands slid over her body. One grasped at her breast, pulling and tugging, eventually finding her nipple and gently rolling it in her fingers. The other went down the front of her pantie, rubbing along her hot, hairless sex. Just rubbing was enough, and soon Celene pressing her head into a pillow and crying out, her body trembling. Panting, the mage looked to the side. That felt... nice. Didn't know what caused it, but it felt... oh, she still, well, she still felt a little... tingly. Frowning, Celene wiggled a few fingers, summoning up the energy to lock her room down with a silence spell. She laid back then, closing her eyes. Thoughts of Marco drifted in and she started to touch herself once more. Fingers delved, pressed along sex, pinched nipple, but orgasm proved elusive. The princess groaned, writhing against the sheets. Her hair mussed, her beautiful underthings were roughly tossed aside. The first had come so easy, but for some reason she couldn't help it. She thought of Marco shirtless, staring at her. Or the time she'd watched him rise out of a lake from bathing. Still nothing. Frustrated, Celene groaned, rolling her hips. For some reason, she suddenly pictured Marco... dark. Just for a moment, a darker Marco, and the moment the image hit, so did her climax. It shot through her so quickly Celene nearly missed it, tossing through her sheets as it ripped across her. There, that should be enough, she thought, laying back, feeling that orgasmic bliss settling. As she did, she felt... felt a burning, a burning coming from her lower back. Groaning, Celene pinched her eyes shut, rolled, trying to get to bed. It wasn't working her hands returned. Again she thought, and this time, she jumped to what she was mentally calling black Marco, fingering at herself until she came again. Then another crackle, and she was trying to think, but as she did, her increasingly tired mind started replacing black Marco with the only dark skinned man she'd met recently. Princess Celene began to realize something was wrong as she came her second, or maybe third, time to the mental image of Skellos Rollins the tattooist. She swore, then swore to see him in the morning he'd clearly put something in his inks, and she needed to use everything in her power to get it back. And she'd be damned if she'd climax again before then, no matter how tingly she felt.