Novel & Cerita Medusa Outline Tattoo

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.

The sight of her, resplendent in her multicolored fur, with the unmistakable marking of a pizza slice tattoo etched upon her shoulder, down to her belly, stirred something within him. In that moment, he knew with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul—she was the one. The chosen vessel through which the goddess would deliver salvation to their land which was about to be polluted by corrupt power. With the crescent moon emblazoned upon her forehead, she stood as a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness, a symbol of the ancient power that coursed through her veins.

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

I twist a little to the side so I can see it clearly—the mark. It's truly red, like a bold, fearless tattoo shaped like a sun with sharp pointed rays stretching out in all directions. At the center, there is a large crescent moon cradling a five-pointed star, as if the crescent moon is protecting the star. Around the moon and star, there are small dots growing bigger with each next dot, and below the crescent moon, there is a bigger dot and even more dots that trail down in a straight line, leading into two sharp triangles pointing downwards. How did this mark end up on my body?

Medusa, a resplendent young demon with blood-red skin and hazel eyes, bowed before him, acknowledging the honor bestowed upon her. "Of course, Your Highness," she affirmed, her voice filled with loyalty. "Now, take her and procure human breast milk, that she may grow and thrive," he declared, tapping Medusa's shoulder. With that, he dismissed her, turning his attention elsewhere. Medusa carried the baby away, settling her gently upon a bed. She fashioned a protective nest of pillows, encircling the child to prevent any mishap. The infant's cries persisted, her tiny legs kicking, mouth agape.

Megan, the healer in charge of Tessa, told me she was being discharged. By the time I reached the healing room, she was already gone. Back at my apartment, I found her waiting on the couch, bubbling with excitement. I hadn’t expected that. “Are you… alright?” I asked. “Yes! I’m perfectly fine; I don’t feel a thing. But see…” She pulled down her shirt to reveal a tattoo. The tattoo was common after marking—once the scar faded, a symbol appeared where the mark had been. Usually, it was some intricate designs, patterns, or a moon symbol, but Tessa’s was different. It was a rose, its stem wrapped in thorns.

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

I heave out a humourless chuckle. She leads me towards the couch and I look down to stare at the tattoo on her hands. It mesmerizes me the second I saw it, it’s electric blue and a lot larger than every other elemental out there. I included. 2 large lightning bolts are carved on the sides of her hands, starting from her wrists all the down to her elbows, and both ends of the bolts are connected to the other through a white line.

The seductress had kept him terribly busy and occupied with her tricks. Kayden pulled out his cock after emptying into her mouth, while Medusa glanced towards his panting gaze and stuck her tongue out. The man arched his back and stroked his dick harder to cum all over her naked breasts and face. Medusa leaned in and took a bit of his release into her mouth.