She was covered. Face, tits, hair, the seed of three men painting her body, marking her, claiming her surface.
And something happened.
In the cum. On her skin. In the mixture of fluid and pain and power.
A tattoo formed.
Small. Dark. On her left shoulder. A geometric pattern, intricate and precise, etching itself into her skin with a faint, burning glow. The lines spreading, connecting, forming a symbol that neither she nor the men recognized.
"WHAT THE..." one of them said. "WHAT'S ON HER SKIN?"
"I don't know. Some kind of... mark?"
The man in her mouth pulled out.
His cock emerging, wet with her saliva. He looked at her shoulder. At the tattoo. At the way it glowed faintly, pulsing with her heartbeat.
"Weird," he said. "Freaky bitch is drawing on herself."
He didn't understand.
