A Heroine's Dark Ink {darkest_fate&Sanoci}

[darkest_fate]

The world of Manna had been under threat. The encroaching Darkness had awaken from its millennia long slumber. None had seen it coming, it had simply erupted from the heart of the previously good King Fross. The king's heart had grown as cold as his namesake might suggest, and his kingdom turned into a tyranny. People died; monsters grew in hordes, the world grew steadily darker.


Though in a far off village, a swordsman named Marco, barely into his manhood, and his rival Laus encountered a beautiful girl with almost golden skin who appeared to have fallen from the sky. Her pure white hair and clear silver eyes spoke of a forgotten light. The two longtime friends swore to protect her, though the Darkness took Laus. Marco would barely escape with his life. He and Aelia would journey and meet with the rebel commander Fitz. They would soon encounter the stunning princess Celene of the Lost Kingdom, and a handful of other allies: a protective golem, a talking ooga, and an ancient elf. Together they formed an unstoppable force and drove back the darkness, restoring the light.


Things had been super boring since then.


The Princess Celene, heroine of light, expert in the arts of quick magic and the improvement of others, almost yawned as she walked her way through the streets of the almost ratty port town. A beautifully kept mane of light blue hair waved gently around her, the ends seeming to almost fan out with each step. Streaks of deep purple would shoot through said hair, particularly along her bangs, which she wore long enough to cover one of her gorgeous, mulicolored eyes (twinkling turquoise, of course). Wide hips swayed, showing off the long, slit skirt that dared bare a fairly impressive amount of arguably too pale leg (in point of fact, Celene glittered a little). The abdomen above had perhaps a little bit of softness and roundness to it; you wouldn't quite call Celene fat, mostly because she'd murder you with ice if you did. She was curvy, with impressive hips that led up to an equally impressive bust. Said bust had been covered by what amounted to light chest armor, done in the deep purple of her country (as was said bottom; her undergarments, however, were a light lavender). A loose cape draped over her shoulders, but it was rather on the short side, obviously there more for style. Her gorgeous face had an almost harsh angularity about it that belied the otherwise round body and gave way some of her Fae blood. The slightly pointed ears and, again, blue and purple hair would give that away as well. A few earrings pierced the ear where her bangs were short, sticking out slightly. She ran a hand almost casually through the hair near that ear, studying the stalls.


Lots of tattoo shops, and ugh, was Celene getting sick of the whole pale, unblemished skin. She was a beautiful canvas waiting to be painted upon. Plus, she'd heard rumors that there was this new fashionable tattoo that was originating out of this town, something only the most beautiful of women got. Seeing as Celene was the most beautiful woman in the land, she definitely had to get it. She'd actually seen it on a few (less sexy) girls, usually on ankles. Celene had much better ideas: you didn't have a bared midriff and not show it off. Finally she stopped someone, asking for directions to the best inking parlor in the port city.


Celene got those directions and approached now, humming to herself. "Hello!" she called as she approached the little shop, wedged in a rather bedraggled. "There is someone here to give service, right? Paying customer here! Loaded! And super famous~" She sang out the last few words and, yes, she did have a beautiful singing voice (though, no, it wasn't angelic). Celene poked her head in, the beautiful hair swaying beneath her. “Seriously, where are you? I was told this is the best and I so want the best…”

 

[Sanoci]

Ramshorn wouldn't be the type of port town one would instantaneously recognize by first glance. once of great importance to the lands, serving as the capital of the realm in terms of commerce. Ramshorn oftentimes would be the Last Port and the most northerly safe harbor on the coast, but as Nelanos {New Captial of trade} grew, it became relegated to a backwater settlement of much less import. Overwhelmed by the Reaveritis Blightwhich made the structure of magic out of balance, many spells failed or produced unreliable results and rifts that were caused from this caused the tides of Ramshorn to change and the harbors filled with silt. This ultimately made Nelanos an easier haven to reach. With the docks failing and trade dying off, many citizens fled the town or died at the hands of marauding bandits and monsters leaving only a few stubborn holdouts remaining in residence. Thus, this explained the desolated look of the town now, encircled by a crumbling stone wall with buildings made of decaying wood now ripe with degenerate and scoundrels alike with mighty and money as the primary foci for success here.

Approaching the establishment itself of this parlor emulated an atmosphere, unlike others. Specifically the chaotic patchwork of architectural styles ranging from the mundane human centric style to the Fae like vegetation enveloping the Celtic stylistic carvings of the Dwarven people in stone. Only significant dwellings curry enough fortune to have their places built of masonries. Magically inclined individuals would recognize the glyphs, perhaps a warding spell woven into the stone to halt erosion or repelling unwanted guests of some nature. Averse to answer immediately, the entrepreneur was busy transcribing something malevolent in the sidelines out back. Caution was mandatory, even his hide triggered some prejudice despite the human exterior with the superstition the demi-races caused ruination to this once thriving place. Magi were mainly loathed with the Reaveritis Blight affecting the area once, now diluted.

"Paying customer here! Loaded! And super famous"

The insistent feminine voice sprang to his attention, leaving the salivating wrecked whore bound to be left to her frenzied moans muffled behind the restraint restricting her vocals. The secondary hex for this previous one would need to be finalized later, preferably after hours where closing the shop seems most innocent and mainly to keep up appearances. Vociferous behind each long striding step came out the owner of the business, sunken grey hues seemingly aloof until they rose to trace the identify of the potentially assertive customer. 'My,my is she a beauty ', mentally acknowledging the prospect that advertised her presence. Surmising the type of upbringing, she had on the basis of her attire, figure, and diction...disappointment wasn't within his vocabulary.

" Skellos Rawlins, at your service if by your boisterous introduction sought out a tattoo? "affirming the artist whose tempo vocally melded between raucous yet in the confines of being oddly husky behind it. Carrying stature reaching over seven feet tall, one might mistaken the owner for one of those heinous monsters outside the comforts of the towns and cities of Manna. Physique wise, his obsidian skin was sculptured in muscles, arcantic like tattoos, and two grotesque symmetric scars on the prominent abdominal muscles, hinting at a life as a warrior previously. Limbs all around were elongated and massive in width measured almost like small trees. Too distinguishing was the apparel, torn leather vest with a crimson spade on the back that exposes most of his torso, dark gloves and pants, a belt with a goblin skull-shaped buckle, and spiked boots with spurs. He and his covered in pink tattoos wear spiked bracelets on his arms as well as knee pads with a single spike on them. Piercings made up part of the appearance too, studded silver septum over the cumbersome bushy black beard laying on the jutting jawline with arched eyebrows pierced in a small hoop with layers of the small spikes like piercings on the ears. Hardly bemused, perhaps she could make his evening more interesting versus the project out back. Despite the decaying perimeter they placed frequented, no grim was upon him nor broken canines unlike the majority of denizens left in the port town.

[ I'll include Marco next post..not knowing if he tagged along or not]

 

[darkest_fate]

"Ewww," came out before Celene could fully stop it, along with a wrinkle of her slightly angular nose and a fluttering of her hands. Celene had gotten... better when it came to not judging people by appearances. She'd at least gotten to the point where she was very much willing to admit that not all people with dark skin and tattoos were inherently awful, smelly, disgusting people who deserved what they got. But just one look at this guy made Celene want to start flinging magic. He reminded her of a bandit she'd once fought after a group of them had kidnapped Oopae their ooga to sell. Celene was fairly certain he even had the same tattoos.

"You just---" she gestured toward him, palm out, one hand still cupped near her mouth, "you just stand, like, over there,' she wiggled her fingers for a bit, tempted to cast some magic. Celene edged, glancing up at the sign. She had to sigh: yeah, this was definitely the place. The best shop to get ink in town, and this was the best town to get the hottest new ink. "Just my luck," she mumbled, adding another put upon sigh. She looked over the guy, and had to admit that at least he was... big. Celene would give him big. Maybe grotesque. He kinda reminded her of GEEG in that way, the golem they'd befriended (who was guarding an ancient mystical being they'd met; they'd hit it off well).

Celene edged around, smiling and leaning forward slightly. "Right, so, I've heard," she leaned on his counter properly now, "that there's this hot new ink that everyone who's everyone or, well," she flashed a smile with far too many pearly white teeth, "the pretty ones, y'know, like moi?" she pressed her fingers to him. "I'm sure you've heard of me," flicked her fingers dismissively. "Anyway," she rolled her hand, "I'm hoping you could set me up with some of that super popular ink stuff. Really, I'm cutting you a deal, since you get to tell everyone that I shopped---here," her nose wrinkled again. "You sure that all your equipment is... sanitary? I feel like I'm getting a disease just standing here," she shivered, rubbing at her arms before sighing.

"So, yeah, assuming it is, I want the popular one that all the girls are getting. With the symbols," Celene sketched in the air, blue energy forming the exact sign. She didn't recognize it for any magic or anything, nor as any language, though her magic was a bit more... instinctive than learned. She tapped the symbol, making sure he could see it. "And I wantcha to put it," she reached down, running a hand along her bared waist, "somewhere along here. Maybe the small of my back?" Because then her hair (again: extended to her shapely round bottom) would cover it in decent company, but she could just braid it or something to show it off when she wanted to be... less than decent. Total win/win. "Think you can do that for me, eh?"

 

[Sanoci]

The abrasive demeanor could be toned down, disgust only marring his features over a response that no longer reached uncanny but familiar to his dislike. Curling those hefty digits to clench his fists in silent annoyance, Skellos bore the anticipated judgment all for gauging this woman and maybe get something in exchange. She reeked of high class, noting the fluid motion of her fingers. 'Great a magi', groaning clamorously to match her crudity in turn. The adventurous types typically were engrossed to his shop, unfortunately some eccentricity tended to follow along with the coinage. Leaning on the counter, the dark-skinned giant definitively could agree between tuning her out that this woman would fit the mold for beauty. Less privilege could be warranted, however it wasn't something he expected to receive anytime soon with this one. Whether she realized how antagonistic was she looking, he needed to bide his time with this flippant one.


Aggressively declining her offer felt like the most logical course of action simply out of spite, but Skellos knew there were methods towards silencing her while keeping thing amicable for the sake of business. Taciturnly appraising her body for the thorough instructions that felt like she was belittling his intelligence almost. Beginning to exhale a harsh breathe before she finished her verbal barrage at him, staring disinterested before the que of finalizing her request. Addressing the symbol tattered onto his back was enough of a hint once mention of beauty came into play, choosing to ignore her status as this town rarely received news of merit.

" I can do that and yes everything is cleanse of water, soap, even to the shock of others strong liquor to be certain!", proclaimed the artist staring with a foreboding glint in his hues over what might be done to illicit some respect out of this woman. Admittedly she was bold, not many offering locations like that for strangers to brand with ink.

 

[darkest_fate]

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....

 

[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 )

 

[darkest_fate]

"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?"

 

[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 divines{gold}.", 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.

 

[darkest_fate]

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 dress/robe 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 blood=no body hair, thank the Ancestors). It made Celene start to feel almost flushed, and she had to wonder what was happening to her...

 

[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.

 

[darkest_fate]

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.

 

[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}

 

[darkest_fate]

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.

 

[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!"

 

[darkest_fate]

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.

 

[Sanoci]

Provoking the maiden by his mellow wandering of his property gave off the deliberate response he yearned to erupt. Celene sight lingered for a spell, enthralled by the entirety of his structure specifically one portion of his anatomy that urged women. Certainly not where in her demeaning speech caused she protest him to throw some apparel, meaning a hint of deviation was apparent."It happens to be my property...not exactly expecting you so hastily so early!", Furrowed brow with orbs flashing vibrantly at the delicious curves captivated and imprisoned within her brassiere. How exactly would someone with pent up sexual aggression feel, anticipating a virgin was in his midst for how blatantly panicked she retaliated towards his nudity. Reading her mind wasn't too arduous, but to keep the facade alive for untangling the complex web that maintained some degree of subtly. Her frantic state was a double edged sword, leaving her vulnerable yet unpredictable.

"Oh powerful magi, what proof do you have there is anything...vile and foreign in my inks?"eyes narrowing onto her that displayed the solemn demeanor that shifted with hands clutched like a shield to the rousing manhood. Her back was absolutely lovely, especially with his work of art plastered onto her pale complexion. He moved closer to the counter, taunting subtly for Celene to relish his sturdy frame almost within touching proximity. Emotions were on the frisk, amused yet could never advertise it openly for the moment. Her boisterous defacing of his skills couldn't be dismissed, though the truth hoods buried behind the accusations.

"Many women have bore that mark, do you honestly think my business would last if such a deplorable method was utilized in my tattoos?"aggravation roaring from the fervorish defense of his establishment Unrelenting on this regard, there wasn't a logical way to continue without testing the boundaries of the hex. Could she fight it off? Would she attempt to attack him, despite her honored reputation? All of this trickled into his conscious as they were too far in terms of touching distance.

 

[darkest_fate]

His excuse regarding his state of undress rang hollow, causing Celene to roll her eyes. "Most sleep in something," she muttered. Truthfully, she didn't want to prolong it overmuch. Her need had grown to that painful level that came with edging. Denial of orgasm over a period of hours would make anyone cranky. It almost literally felt like she was experiencing cramp, only this cramp came with a hollow feeling within her most precious of locations. Everything felt like it was dancing and melting at the same time, a sensation she definitely didn't want.

The arguing made Celene groan, stomping a foot, which of course made a few things jiggle (her outfit was designed for this, displaying tantalizing bits that would wiggle with movements, particularly since stomping her foot was nearly a signature Celene move). He drew closer, and Celene actually felt her heart skip. Her mind went to those latest images, where she'd pictured this burly man while letting her lithe fingers draw into her snug sex. His chest on display while her digits dug an orgasm from her willing body, everything quivering and shaking. It made her breath catch, feeling heat pool in her loins even now.

Worse: he had a point. "Okay, yeah, yeah, maybe," she said, waving a hand, "but, like, it's definitely doing stuff to me now." She gestured at herself. "I'm inflamed and flushed. If it's not your--inks," she said this in a way that said it totally was and all his fault, "then it's their interaction with, like, my magics or something. We need to counter it. You have to tell me, like, what's in it and stuff. Otherwise there will be consequences," her energies crackled around him again, while she drew a shuddering (jiggle inducing) breath.

 

[Sanoci]

Frustration and its appalling weakness it was transcribing onto her mental facilities were bearing fruit. Currently he was curbing a hefty laugh or lewdful grin over her wanton gawking of his musculature.The fact it went on without squawking at the encouragement to dress himself in haste only divulged her enjoyment over his flaunted body. Quarrelsome responses like this hinted at distraction, the overly concentration that in all likelihood kept this magi from achieving anything shameful in his presence or sprinting to wherever she stayed the night to sink her delicate digits into her needy nether lips. Denying these primal needs was what separated the animals from people, a pity for only a fraction of sentient beings prescribed to the notion of being hedonistic. The logical folly of her outlandish claim was rearing its culmination, attributed by her diminishing state he presumed as such entities who studied the arcane were quite sagacious creatures.

" If you've heard of the Reaveritis Blight, anyone here would know it was never eradicated", pausing for a heartbeat knowing how imperative things could get if he was incapable of weaving this falsehood with enough accuracy to barely accept the scholarly type perhaps buys this tale.." Perhaps..."stiffening a further response deep in thought or at least with the daunting crackling of energies exhibited before him." Your amass prowess as a magus is triggering this. Have you been expending much magic lately? "surmising with doubt in his tone as even he was putting it to a guess on the basis of her flinging her power in a haughty display of dominance." Either that or one of the inhabitants you crossed hexed you during your journey from my shop to wherever dwellings you acquired for yourself. Preservations , herbs in this region and pigments are all in this ink. ",jestering with his hands animated in conversation allowing his sinew manhood to flash before her eyes. Her earnest hunger was there, wielding gifts to smell the scent of her.

 

[darkest_fate]

The explanation came in with something very much like magical gobbledygook. Celene recognized it when she heard it: she used it all the time when she was attempting to wave away explanations of how her magic worked and functioned. It got worse with the elf, but at least he actually had some truth behind his words. These? Celene would've sworn on a stack of holy texts that this man made everything up.

The mention of her magic usage had her rolling her eyes in particular. "I'm a mage, of course I've been using magic, but no more than usual. And I doubt that anyone in this three ship town actually hexed me, except maybe the guy with the needles," she gave him another tight smile, showing that, yes, she still fully believed that he had something to do with it. Her eyes flicked, and she found herself noting that, again, his member was out for viewing. It looked like it would fill her up too, maybe satiate the hunger that gnawed so greedily at her insides.

"This didn't happen until I got your inks," she insisted through gritted teeth, leaning forward on the counter now. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she could feel her magic wanting to lash out. "So how about you start explaining what's in it before I blow up your stupid little shop and claim that it was in self defense?" She flashed him a tight, closed lip smile. Because she definitely knew she'd get away with it; she was a heroine, a royal, and a mage. She probably could've murdered him where he stood, claimed he had connections to dark magic, and gotten away with a fine.

 

[Sanoci]

Mesmerizing was the transformation that subtly overtook someone, however the moment for relishing her slow psychological bleeding was finished. This fallacy wasn't working with this prospective woman with the marker, accusations continuing to hone directly for his profession and primarily him. Some of what he referred to were sincere, considering traces of that blight went into the ink branding her lavish body to be openly praised. Maintaining silence with throbbing veins protruding in the neck, a coldness to the atmosphere with a tranquil glance at her. Finding her hostilities rising took no time to evaluate the danger impending if things weren't situated soon. The pompous grin with the casual threat of bombarding his home and shop with her volatile magic exerted an unintended effect. The hex for this brief chat has been urging him on, fevered by a mixture of vindictiveness with the rapacious lust instilled within.

"Fine.....the truth is...",halting the banter with his muscular arms pressed onto the counter as he shifted to where they could speak earnestly within earshot. Teeth grinding clamorously, veins spouting out his features that painted the pressure Celene caused him over this misunderstanding. Who exactly enjoyed being accused of such underhanded practices with the comprehension she could demolish his livelihood with a flick of the wrist with no empathy behind it barring irritation on her behalf. Whether or not she was quick enough mattered little, swiftly maneuvering his lanky arms with dexterity abnormal for his dimensions. Monopolizing on the fact a few secrets were still on his side, Skellos attempted to silence her spellcasting by clutching tightly to the throat. If she was caught by surprise, he drags her across the counter demonstrating the monstrous strength contained by his patience for people. Her taunting brassiere enticed him too much, his unoccupied hand slithering past the cloth to attend to one of her neglected breast. Like unshaped wet clay to the hand, the strapping black man grinded his palms into her nipple with a potent squeeze of his digits to measure her plump chest.

"The truth is a bitch like you is too hung up. You need to let those inhibitions go, slightly!",keeping a clasp in his hold if successful with enough experience to only restrict partial oxygen flow. Some of these women represent the kinky sort, so learning how to handle their needs was second nature to the tattooist.

[She poked the bear xD]

 

[darkest_fate]

For a moment, Celene thought her words had scorched. He'd started to continue, likely to spill a confession (threatening a person's livelihood did that, though Celene had only gone through with it in the case of a slaver and a particularly perverted wine merchant or two). The princess had even leaned in slightly, her blazing eyes locked on his, fully expecting a confession, or possibly spittle (which would result in her magic lashing out). She had not expected his hand to blur toward her. nor did she quite expect him to go for the throat.

On a traditional mage, that would've been enough to stop spellcasting. Many a mage needed to chant words from memory: the elf Celene had traveled with had been one. But Celene's magic came from bloodline and from her own mind. Gestures and signs were more her work. However, it was hard to think immediately of gestures when someone seized your throat, though her hands did crackle. Likely she would've done more than claw at him, sent magic chill or something similar, had he not almost immediately followed by seeking out her breast.

The denied flesh almost sprang into his palm. The nipple had a diamond's hardness, and that touch sent a shock of pleasure into Celene that was so fierce it made her see spots. Her knees buckled and she sank down into him, held up by the hand on her throat more than anything else. She made noises of protest, slapping at him, before raising hands. "Release---me---" she insisted, though her body still quivered. His touch felt like her imagination had suggested: rough, commanding. Wouldn't she enjoy his throwing her over the counter, having his way with her? No! No! Where the hell were such thoughts even coming from?

Hex. He had to have hexed her. She drew ice into her palm, ready to launch it at him. The heroine in her held her blow, however, giving him that chance to drop her before she unleashed her magical fury.

 

[Sanoci]

Her bountiful bound was pleasant to the touch, willfully ignorant of the dire situation at hand with this belligerent magus with an attitude frenzied for a fight and malnourished for an appropriate appraisal of her body. Maddening was her audacity towards striking at him, the mere gall of flashing her energy like a toy annoyed the giant blended between wide eyes of bewilderment and exhilaration of touching her. Choking her contained its varying results with affection of the physical sort commanding the an ardent rebuttal not so easily dismissed. Vibrations smothered her defenses, plausible she was battling the inner turmoil of her primal desires. Perched by his grip, her resolve was wavering as she was forced prone to face the sexually famished members she could eye was growing more virulent compared to moments ago.

"Release---me---"

Switching the motions of the cupping of her breast, two fingers bridged between the soft pinkness before bestowing a playful twist to spark additional arousal. The closer her magic came towards disturbing this intimate moment, the harder he make this experience unbearable by extorting Celene neglected body with a harder sensual touch behind it. Seizing her throat by the formidable hold, a malevolent contortion of his features; recurring likely to all ignored males to her stunning visage over the years. The regal magus whether she was forthright with her primal instincts or not was encroaching into his personal space. Slapping her with it was tempting, instead opting for her to stare at the menacing appendage potentially getting a new vacancy soon, twitching enthusiastically.

" He looks happy, why would I release you after your nonchalant threat? Suppose hex or not, tell me you don't want to touch it? ", spewing out a venomous cackle at her flustered misfortune. Many knew to avoid his shop, but that was the locales this common sense was implemented towards. These wandering cocksleeves like her knew no better, by the abyss this business wasn't typically open for a few more hours compared to the regular public establishment. A wicked thought entered his conscious, doubtful he do it though the gamble might be too enticing not to try.

" I cannot say I know your vicious ailment, but I know people who might fix it. Give my friend here attention, you'll get what you desire...maybe a refund if you truly think this my work!!!", roared the owner curious if she would prefer getting strangled..maybe fucked profusely in his home without a soul to save her untouched cunt.

 

[darkest_fate]

Fingers teased her nipple, making Celene yelp. Hard to remain focused enough to channel arcane energies when your body kept betraying you, kept sending out signals of pleasure with just enough pain to make the sensation spicy instead of just hot. And the fingers kept teasing, kept pinching, kept shooting those blasts of nerves up into Celene. She fought against the urge to start squirming in his touch, even as her body kept warming constantly.

Was he referring to his dick or her nipple with his comment? Celene didn't know ,and frankly she didn't care. "I don't!" She snapped, raising a hand, crackling magics forming yet again. Despite the words, she found her gaze dipping, seeing the member, the overlarge thing. Did it throb or twitch? Did need make it shiver? Celene found herself wondering, and instead tore her gaze from it yet again. Time to blast, the energies coalescing into something.

And he spat out a suggestion. Celene's eyes narrowed dangerously. "That is your solution?" she demanded. "You seriously think I'm just going to---to touch you just because your work is doing something to me?" Sure, this weird, strange part of her did want to, but it wasn't nearly as strong a desire as her urge to blast him. She raised her hand, the channeling cold energies crackling, and placed it on his wrist, letting the coldness start to seep through. Damn if he thought he was going to get away with choking her for a moment longer, and she'd start showing him what she could do for real if he didn't start getting fucking serious in a hurry.

 

[Sanoci]

Coursing in the deep creases of her being was a deviant screaming to be unleashed. Chiseling passed her dull cultural norms, hubris & insecurities remain a flourishing woman in the making. Acidic felt like the alchemical agent aligned to vividly summarized this defiance. Slivers of her lust leaked, enough to initially combat her fueled endeavor of violence onto him. The provoking rebuttal had the lusting artist fuming, feeling the absence of heat radiating from his arm.

"Fine, snuff me out if the noble magi needs to resort to might is right by proxy of magic just out of her sexual frustration!"vitriol spewing with the growing annoyance though she was in the right. Skellos could be described as plenty of things; suicidal wouldn't be one of those traits despite the circumstances. "Killing me only assures this he of yours never ends. Not...all...problems...of...magic...are solved by killing the source or alleged source....in my case", shivering profusely because of the touch with realization this bitch might freeze him.

"YOU WANTED THE MARK OUT OF VANITY. I HOPE YOU CAN LOOK AT YOUR FELLOW HEROES IN THE EYE AFTER THIS!!!"cried furiously at her stabbing right at her precious renown directly with concepts like morals at the spearhead. Could she resist or would she go through it? Curiosity sparked this chance he played at, no one carried such an exceptional reputation if they willingly committed repugnant acts like her proposed threat. Thus far playing with her was working, now it would all be tested here.