Ink

“It’s real octopus ink.” He held up a vial showing the indigo iridescent fluid.

“Really?”

“Yeah. For $25 extra, I’ll use it on that design you want.”

“Well, I’m not sure. That’s a bit more than I budgeted for.” She looked at the ink, wanting it, but not sure if she was willing to eat Ramen Noodles for a week.

“Okay. So you want the octopus on your thigh?”

“Yeah. Head down towards my knee, and the tentacles wrapping around my thigh and heading towards my hip.” She’d thought about this for months. A tattoo blog full of octopus tats had really made her want the tattoo. “Here’s the drawing.”

He took the picture. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was good art. “You sure you don’t want the special ink?”

She thought about it. Having octopus ink in the tattoo would… “Sure. I’ll eat Ramen for a week. Just don’t mess it up.” She got comfortable on the chair and pulled up her skirt, exposing her thigh.

He smiled. “You won’t regret it. It will look great.”

 

Three hours later, she walked out of the shop. It hurt, and she knew that it would take time to heal. Her first one across her hips had been an experience. Granted, she realized that the pain had made her horny too. Too bad she didn’t have a lover. She walked home.

 

The tattoo healed up well. In the sunlight, it had an eerie glowing cast to it. The blues and blacks seemed to move in the right light. Wearing her favourite bikini, she headed for the shore. The salt water stung, which surprised her. There must have been some part of the tattoo that hadn’t totally healed. She swam and then headed for the beach. After an hour, she headed home.

She took a shower to rinse off the salt water. She also inspected her tattoo. Nothing bleeding or even scabbed. She shrugged, dried off and headed to bed.

 

She dreamed. Dreamed that she was being fucked so deliciously. It had been a long time since she’d had sex. Her lover was stroking her clit and sucking on it until she thought she’d explode. As the orgasm built, he filled her with his enormous cock. It was almost too much. Her back arched and she orgasmed violently as he filled her with his cum.

She woke with a start and realized she was being fucked. Looking down, she screamed. Her tattoo had come to life and was fucking her. A tentacle moved up and covered her mouth, silencing her. As she struggled, it moved into her mouth, nearly choking her. Another tentacle slid along her ass, probing and then stretching her wide as it forced its way inside. She tried to scream, but the tentacle in her mouth prevented it. The creature filled her until her belly seemed to bulge with it. She passed out and it slowly released her. Satisfied for the moment, it melted back onto her thigh.

 

 

“It’s real octopus ink.” He held up a vial showing the indigo iridescent fluid.

“Oooh, yeah!” Said the woman on the tattoo chair.

He smiled.

 

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