Evanescent by M. J. Marstens

Author:M. J. Marstens [Marstens, M. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MJ Marstens
Published: 2019-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

Doing Human Shit

Lilith

No one speaks or moves for a minute.

Well that was exciting; I got to cross off two things from my fucket list at once.

A two-for-one sex deal.

And in a tattoo parlor.

It almost makes up for not really getting a tattoo.

I hear some clicking noises and look up to see Alû taking picture of my exposed body. I quirk an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugs.

“Best artwork I’ve ever seen,” he comments.

With my skin as the canvas and Marsyas’ jizz as the paint, I can only imagine.

“Forward it to me when I get a phone,” I respond and he nods amicably.

Marsyas has recovered and rights his clothing, then gets a handful of paper towels to clean me up, but Alû beats him to it. The incubus simply walks around to the front of me and licks me clean.

Now I’m all hot and bothered again.

And from the looks of Marsyas’ face and bulging denim cock, so is he.

Alû is no better.

Looks like Round Two. . .

“Lean back so I can prepare your body,” the incubus commands.

I fail to see how I need to be ‘prepared’, but I lie down and I stay quiet. I’m not going to turn down potential orgasms.

I hear him snap on some gloves and lunge back up.

What the fuck does he have planned that would require gloves?!

And why the fuck am I so excited?

Because I’m one kinky-ass bitch.

“What and where do you want your tattoo to be?” he asks.

It takes my brain a second to process what he said. I look to Marsyas, silently conveying my questions. A three-way is one thing, but letting a demon you barely know tattoo you. . .

“Um, do you have any credentials or maybe a license?”

“No,” Alû confirms, as he rolls up his sleeves, “but I did all of these.”

His arms are covered in the most gloriously fucked-up tattoos ever. Glorious, because the artwork itself is phenomenal. The scenes etched into his flesh almost look real. Fucked-up, because he’s tattooed The Great Fall on his arms, or when angels first became demons.

I can’t imagine what a human would think seeing something like this.

I’m kind of curious to see how far Alû can shove his fist up my pussy and how much of my cunt will swallow the bastard angels’ faces. . .

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsyas interjects from across the room.

I chuckle. There’s no way in hell I’m repeating that. I want this tattoo and if I tell the satyr my thoughts, I’ll just get more cock.

Which still isn’t a terrible thing.

But Alû is waiting for me.

I clear my throat and say decisively, “I want a tramp stamp, but in front. . .oh! A clam stamp!”

I laugh at my own clever stupidity.

So do the guys.

“And what do you want your clam stamp to be?”

I don’t even hesitate:

“Slap ‘Your Vagesty’ on it, with a crown on top, please.”

“Your Vagesty?” Marsyas asks in amusement.

“Yup, that’s what I’ve named my puss.”

“Huh, I would’ve thought Lucy with how much dick I plan to shove up there, but ‘Your Vagesty’ works.

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