Ink Monsters

"So these are your boys, huh?" she asked, pointing to some of the more explicit images of gore in the books. "Nice guys," she commented with a tone of sarcasm.

"I know, I know. It was a big mistake," Amber admitted sullenly. "Can we go to bed now. I just want you there to make sure that --. I mean, just in case."

Roxy offered comfort. "Do what you normally do. Just follow your regular routine. I'll be here and I'll make sure you're safe."

Roxy sat at Amber's desk and watched the night-time regimen unfold in the dim glow of a lamp. Amber shed her clothes, stripped back the sheets and lay back into her bed. It used to be a refuge of safety and familiarity, but that had been upended by the previous night's proceedings, and Amber felt distrust everywhere.

Roxy couldn't help her excitement rising as Amber's delicious body was presented on full display. She lay on the bed, her bulbous breasts spreading across her chest and her hair spilling in a fan across her pillow. Roxy couldn't help but stare at Amber's tidy bush and once more noticed the hairs standing to attention as Amber lay awake. The tattoos stewn across her body accentuated her perfect pale skin. Roxy detected that Amber's body was rigid and tense and her breathing was fast and irregular.

"Just relax babe," said Roxy. "It's going to be OK. Would you like me closer?"

Amber nodded, seeking the comfort of human touch. She felt exposed and vulnerable and longed for the physical connection with her friend.

The girls' eyes remained locked while Roxy disrobed and let her outfit fall to the floor. The spectre of her tattoos never left Amber's mind but the image of Roxy's stunning body and mural of ink provided a welcome distraction to her dark thoughts.

Roxy commenced at the foot of the bed and crawled upward toward Amber. On hands and knees she slowly crept forward, her body creating a tunnel to envelop Amber. Roxy tilted her head down to feather tiny kisses on Amber's leg. Inch by inch, her lips edged forward, kissing the length of her shins, kissing her knees and caressing her thighs with soft lips. Amber spread her legs a little and Roxy nuzzled into her delicate inner thigh and continued to crawl upward. She progressed onward, delivering an intoxicating kiss to Amber's crease, and then buried her nose into Amber's bush. The tickling sensation makes Amber laugh and she realised that she has not smiled all day.

Roxy lifted her head and giggled too, infected by her friend's laughter. She swayed her head from side to side and the image of Tokimune caught her eye. Her head bowed forward and she delivered a long and sensuous lick to the tattoo. Her lips suctioned onto the skin and Amber felt Roxy's tongue swirl as she began to French kiss the figure.

"Hey what are you doing?" a startled Amber demanded.

Roxy's eyes glazed over and she continued without conscious intent.

"Hey!"

Roxy snapped out of her trance and sat upright.

"Oh sorry. I didn't -. I don't know what came over me."

Roxy moved up on the bed and she collapsed with her head sharing the pillow. She draped one leg over the top of Amber's and let her fingers wander across Amber's tummy. Amber felt her own pulse subduing with the calming touch from her sexy friend.

"Can you show me now? Can you make them move?" Roxy asked after some time.

"What do you mean?" asked Amber aggressively. "I can't do anything. It's them, not me. Don't you believe me?"

"Of course I do. Of course."

Roxy's mind raced as she recalled the images in Amber's manga volumes that she had earlier browsed. She had felt alternately arousal and disgust as she flicked through the explicit graphics. Now in the dim light of the room, she felt as horny as hell, but realised that this was not the time for amorous pursuits, given Amber's anxious state. She reached over and turned off the beside lamp, whispering to her charge, "Time for sleep. I'll be right here with you. Rest peacefully babe."

Amber and Roxy relaxed as the adrenalin attenuated and in unison they drifted into slumber. Amber remained on her back and Roxy was curled against her side, with her palm maintaining contact on Amber's soft belly.

The weather followed its familiar pattern and bedroom curtains began to flutter in a growing breeze. A beam of light from the rising moon streaked across the room and illuminated Amber's pale skin. Immediately, Roxy awoke to the sensation of vibrations on her fingertips and her eyes shot open to see Amber's flesh awash with transient waves buzzing across the surface.

"Amber, wake up!" Roxy announced as she sat upright and shook her friend. "It's happening."

Amber woke in fright, saw the distortions across her body and screamed. "Get it off! Make it stop Roxy!" Amber's hands swiped forcefully down her torso in a completely ineffectual attempt to brush the waves away. "Get them off me!"

Roxy was astounded to observe the two serpent tattoos crawl across the surface of Amber's skin, appearing from her back and then slithering up her chest and bifurcating onto each arm. Amber's own hands lifted, obviously out of her own control, and then slammed down onto the pillow above her head.

The skin on Amber's wrists was clearly distorted and twisted where the serpents wrapped around, and Roxy tried to scrape the tattoos away, scratching violently with her fingernails. But there were no creatures there to scratch - she felt only Amber's skin.

Once more, the full suite of smaller tattoos moved around Amber's body, performing their respective roles. Roxy futilely tried to sweep the animated ink blotches away as the Kashira migrated to pin Amber on the bed with their heavy mass.

The two dominant characters began to move. Amber was paralysed in fear and Roxy sat helplessly while the brothers began to shift on Amber's body, preparing for their assault. As the ink shapes morphed in tortured curves and contorted etchings, Roxy innately understood that these tattoos, these creatures, resided in a world beyond our own.

Roxy watched the figures moving like a distorted animation film. Colours and shapes dissolved and swarmed across the skin like swirling clouds. Body parts would disappear below the surface before re-emerging in new positions and postures. It was difficult to make out exactly where the warriors were placed, but she could discern an eye here or a limb there, until finally they presented themselves clearly on the flesh in a stance ready for the assault.

Roxy recognised one of the warrior tattoos taking up position on Amber's chest, with arms tending down and hands gripped around her throat. The other hovered around Amber's crotch, circling her mound and stalking his target.

The intent of the Samurai warrior was obvious. Amber's legs were pinned down and her entrance was pulled wide open by fingers of the tattoo that gripped her pussy lips.

"Keep him out, don't let him in!" Amber begged of Roxy.

Roxy panicked. She had promised to protect her friend, but quickly discovered that there was nothing she could do to repel the attackers. The ink monsters transcended our world and were impervious to Roxy's defences.

She had one last thought. In desperation, Roxy opened her palm and fed the webbing of her thumb around the base of her pert breast and squeezed. The boob deformed into an elongated torpedo and she shifted her body to bring her nipple in line with Amber's wide open cunt.

As Roxy's breast entered Amber's pussy, the flesh was soft and forgiving unlike the harsh, rock-hard organs of the Samurai. Amber's skin shimmered with myriad waves and the Samurai thrashed about in rage as they were denied their prize. Chaotic messages danced across her skin as the two warriors shifted position around Amber's thighs, belly and torso. Roxy could discern the weight of the invisible assailants bearing down upon Amber as they moved about, trying to get access to Amber's pussy, but the hole was blocked. The colours and movements of the ink became more and more intense, converging around Amber's pussy, and Roxy could feel the palpable anger through her skin.

Roxy felt a sharp, tingling sensation on her breast and looked down to see that the vibrating waves has spread to her own body as well. Fear hit her like a hammer and took her breath away but she held steadfast, determined to do all she could to assist her friend and repel the assailants.

Roxy focused her efforts as Amber's body jerked from side to side. She held firm with all her might and maintained as much pressure as she could to fill Amber's pussy with the flesh of her breast. If only she could fill the void, then the brothers would have no space themselves, but she didn't know how long they could be held back.

One of the Samurai brothers swarmed across Amber's belly, effortlessly slithering down Amber's mound and seamlessly merging onto the breast that was plunged into Amber's cunt. The creature had jumped the barrier, and Roxy was horrified as she observed the ink spreading onto her breast and across her chest, but still she resisted. Amber's voice finally returned and unable to stand the torment any longer she let out a curdling scream.

The door burst open and Amber's flatmate Mei rushed inside, flicking the switch to flood the room in white light, stunning the naked girls into silence.

"What's happening? Amber are you OK?" Mei demanded in a panic.

Roxy sat up, slipping her nipple from Amber's pussy, and turned embarrassingly to Mei with her forearm across her breasts in modesty. Amber hurriedly pushed herself backward on the bed and sat up with her back against the bedhead, quivering and in shock.

"It happened again Mei. The tattoos. They came back. They attacked me," whimpered Amber.

"It's true. I saw it all," confessed Roxy.

"Are you OK now?" asked Mei suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, I think so," Amber replied.

Mei backed out with her eyes averted. "I'll just be out here Amber. Let me know if you need any help." The door softly closed.

As Roxy's arm dropped, Amber gasped in dismay.

"What?"

"Sukenari. Look. He's with you now." Amber glanced down at her own leg to see a large expanse of unmarked skin across her hip and thigh.

Roxy tucked her chin to confirm that Sukenari had indeed permanently migrated to her own body and a new tattoo had taken up residence across her breasts. The familiar image of the Samurai warrior, wielding his two kusarigama weapons was clear under the bright light. Roxy recoiled and tried in vain to brush off the tattoo as if it was an unwelcome spider or bug.

Roxy and Amber stared silently into each other's eyes with an expression of loss and sadness. The curse had been broken, but at the cost of their friendship. They realised that pair of brothers had been separated and must never be allowed to come together again. But that meant that their romance had been extinguished before it even had time to blossom.

Roxy rose from the bed and solemnly dressed. "See ya, Amber," she offered sadly. "Take care, and good luck with those tattoos." She blew a kiss through the air as she slipped out of the door and out of Amber's life forever.