Lewd Tattoo

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“Oh. My. God.” Bell groaned in frustration slapping her own cheeks, “I don’t know where to even go with this anymore.”

The blue woman, sagged in defeat, “Yeah, yeah… it’s the biggest tattoo I’ve ever got and it hurt like a bitch, but I figured it’d all be worth it in the end,” she glared sullenly at the man who was endlessly thwarting her fun, “But some people are impossible.”

Her frustration prompts a look of sympathy, one that Ulric doesn’t hide in time from being seen. But that sullen glare has him trying to keep from laughing. “Mira says the same thing.” Not in the same tone, obviously, but it was still familiar.

Bell huffed again, arms crossed, ❝Then I should go show her, she’d prolly appreciate it!❞

Lewd Tattoo

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Bell pouted, she’d really been hoping to make him squirm or embarrassed rather than laugh. Still, it was something.

Though the question did give her a chance to bring it back around to her seemingly non sequitur she’d started with, “Oh yeah, a day per tentacle. So, seven,” she bit her lip and raised a brow, “All total.”

“Seven days?” Now he sounds impressed. “Must’ve been some work, huh.” Both in size and design, from the sound of it. “Haven’t gotten one that size myself.”

Yet, at least, whether that would change in the future or not Ulric would have to find out when the time came.

“Oh. My. God.” Bell groaned in frustration slapping her own cheeks, “I don’t know where to even go with this anymore.”

The blue woman, sagged in defeat, “Yeah, yeah… it’s the biggest tattoo I’ve ever got and it hurt like a bitch, but I figured it’d all be worth it in the end,” she glared sullenly at the man who was endlessly thwarting her fun, “But some people are impossible.”

Lewd Tattoo

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“Well it hasn’t stopped them from existing,” Bell laughed bubbly, “Some of us just love to live dangerously,” she purred the last word and rolled her hips. It was far too enjoyable to tease and flirt. It was almost a shame he was taking it all in stride. She winked at him and grabbed her crotch, one last try to make him squirm, “And yes, they do go aaaall the way up.”

Brows creeping upward, Ulric finally breaks out into laughter. It’d been a while since he’d dealt with this outside of Mira, and even with his own amusement he knew he wasn’t really interested in responding. “Must’ve taken a while to get all that inked, huh?”

Bell pouted, she’d really been hoping to make him squirm or embarrassed rather than laugh. Still, it was something.

Though the question did give her a chance to bring it back around to her seemingly non sequitur she’d started with, “Oh yeah, a day per tentacle. So, seven,” she bit her lip and raised a brow, “All total.”

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Bluebell popped her hip out and placed a hand on it, “Oh yeah. Can’t really even tell the normal tentacles from the mating once until he reaches out and sticks it in,” she traced one of her tentacle tattoos with a finger, “Oh course the whole thing is rather risky for the male. She likes to eat him when it’s all over.”

She’d been in the shop to plan out a new tattoo, the tentacles were still so new but she already wanted more ink. But this time something more symbolic and sweet for her loves. Plotting out that idea was proving far harder.

While Bluebell was talking, Ulric closes his eyes momentarily, having to reorient to the way her voice looks before responding. His usual lopsided grin in place. “Sucks to be an octopus then, huh?” he asks easily, taking the chance to once again take a look over what he could see from the front.

Not having a design in particular in mind, the hybrid figured he had plenty of time to figure that out. More so with it being a joint decision, when the time came.

“Well it hasn’t stopped them from existing,” Bell laughed bubbly, “Some of us just love to live dangerously,” she purred the last word and rolled her hips. It was far too enjoyable to tease and flirt. It was almost a shame he was taking it all in stride. She winked at him and grabbed her crotch, one last try to make him squirm, “And yes, they do go aaaall the way up.”

Lewd Tattoo

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Having looked around the tattoo parlor he found himself in, considering bringing Mira here at some point, striking up a conversation was more than easy. Though the blue woman’s choice of topic takes Ulric by surprise, forcing a low laugh in response. “Nah, can’t say I did. Are they really?”

Bluebell popped her hip out and placed a hand on it, “Oh yeah. Can’t really even tell the normal tentacles from the mating once until he reaches out and sticks it in,” she traced one of her tentacle tattoos with a finger, “Oh course the whole thing is rather risky for the male. She likes to eat him when it’s all over.”

She’d been in the shop to plan out a new tattoo, the tentacles were still so new but she already wanted more ink. But this time something more symbolic and sweet for her loves. Plotting out that idea was proving far harder.

“What’s the meaning of that tattoo?”

Looking at the speaker, another blue man which was interesting, Bell then looked down at herself. Her tiny shorts let her blue skin show through her sheer tights; her new tattoos, just old enough to expose, showed through. Cartoony black and purple octopus tentacles curled around her legs, coming out of her shorts and wrapping around her upper legs in curls.

Looking back up Bluebell waggled her eyebrows and grinned, her make up an artistic red cat-eye and dramatic brow and lips shimmering. Instead of answering the asked question, she quipped, “Did you know that one of the male octopuses tentacles is actually used for mating?”