Holy Trinity Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

"And of the Holy Spirit…” As Father Damon finished tracing the cross on my chest with his cum-covered dick, he pressed down firmly between my breasts. I felt another hot stream of semen spill out onto me as he whispered, "...Amen." Father Matthias squeezed my tits even harder, "...Amen.” The two priests stepped back, admiring their handiwork. My chest was covered in a sticky mess of semen, the sign of the cross perfectly traced in cum. Father Damon smiled devilishly and said, "You're marked with the Holy Trinity now, my dear.”

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

Hollis asked, making my stomach drop at being caught looking. "What is that tattoo?" I asked, trying to sound casual and unimpressed. "Is it new?" Hollis's other arm lifted, rubbing over the tattoo. He nodded. "It's new. It's a cross with roots and branches." "A cross with roots and branches," I repeated. "I thought Boss's have absolutely nothing to do with certain signs like the cross. I mean....." "You'd be surprised, Ugo. I'm an ardent Christian, the type that is actively active in my church. Projects, support, charity, you name it."

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

A woman in the crowd screamed when they saw my tattoos. Celtic symbols were tattooed down my spine with intricate vines weaving in and out of the symbols, the vines weaved and circled the tree of life, which was tattooed on my right ribcage with the symbols for the maiden mother and crone in the roots. I had more tattoos covering my body, but the clothes in this time hid them very well. The men poked at the tattoos and scratched at any marking they could find on my body. “Are you done yet?” I hissed with a warning.

“There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for body-surfing, body-boarding, diving, and tide-pooling.” “A thrill-seeker, huh?” He grinned. “That I am.” I pointed to his tattoo, solid black, with curves that ended in points and interlocked in complex patterns and abstract designs. “Tell me more about that. I noticed it the first day at work, but I was too embarrassed to ask.” He lifted his short sleeve. “Oh. Well, this is the symbol of strength, power, and bravery.”