After Via is sold to a bordello it seems as though she’s destined for a life no girl wants, but as she’s marked with the tattoo of her new profession, she discovers something forbidden inside the pain. Only one man can save her, but will he understand why she loves the agony of his needle as much as the pleasure of his love?
“Right there. I need you to hold still. I’m going to take a special needle and prick the skin on your back. The needle is full of special ink, see? There’s an enchantment on it also, no, don’t turn over again, please. It’s going to sting but this should only take a few hours.”
“A few hours?”
“The magic takes time to settle into your skin, now please don’t move.”
Via closed her eyes and lay her head on her arms, ignoring Bain’s grunts of irritation. She tried to relax, but the morning’s activities had left her feeling swollen and sensitive, and Bain was about to put his hands on her naked body. It wasn’t something she could simply ignore.
Bain pulled a chair over to sit at her side. Via watched as he leaned back with closed eyes and lifted hands, and mumbled a few words she didn’t know. His native tongue, she assumed. A light sparked in each of his hands, a faintly blue glow that reflected in the tattoos on his face and forearms, making it seem as though they glowed as well. Perhaps they did. Via had never seen Bain do anything like this before. He’d never even told her he practiced magic. It was stunning to behold, and made her feel as though she hadn’t been taking the ceremony seriously enough, even though it was only meant to be part of whatever plot Bain had invented to keep her out of Ovin’s service.
Bain leaned forward and placed both of his glowing hands on her back. She felt warmth where his palms lay against her skin, and then a tingling sensation. Her eyes closed. The feeling spread slowly. It encompassed her back, her bare buttocks, her legs. It moved downward to coat her feet in feeling, it moved up to cup her breasts, slide along each arm, tickle the pads of each fingertip. Finally the tingling warmth moved up her neck and enveloped her head, and Via felt herself fade slightly, as though she were only partly in Bain’s room. Some of her was in an elusive elsewhere she couldn’t define, but it was warm and smelled of clean soap and freshly baked bread, just like Bain.
She felt the needle touch her but it wasn’t painful. Instead of a sting in the small of her back Via felt a tightening between her legs.
Caution! The Blue Tattoo is an 18+ short story containing explicit language and graphic sexual situations including male/female, female masturbation and voyeurism.