Realistic Poseidon Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

I never knew such beautiful place exists in Stormhalt as I never did go out often. Down at the water edge, I sight Leo's godlike figure emerging out of the water half naked. I am mesmerized by the way water cling to his long hair and sliding down the dark strands to pool on his shoulders. I can see all of his muscles clearly defined. I also noticed for the first time that there is an ink on his right bicep. Leo has a tattoo – dragon tattoo. He shakes his head and run his palm down his wet face, allowing the water from his hair to spray around him like drizzling. He slowly start to dip back into the water.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

He’d already noticed. Elaborate artwork covered his thighs, all the way down to his kneecaps. There were images of devils and maidens, and symbols I didn’t recognize. “Like what you see, little dove?” His were as dark as the thunderstorm currently raging in my gut. I pinched my lips together. “You should probably finish your dare before you get sand in your ass.” Barking out a low laugh, he turned and jogged down the beach. I was enraptured, unable to look away. The same thick swatches of ink trailed up the backs of his thighs, over the muscled globes of his ass, and up the entirety of his back.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

As the view up ahead was just more sandy road and trees lining on each side; and I only hoped we made it to where we were going before nightfall. I turned again and saw Izon, holding onto the horse's reins firm; with his knuckles almost going white as his face too, stood steeled and focused on the road in front of him. He sat with his legs slightly spread and his loins flowing downwards to the ground; covering his groin but revealing the muscles of his torso. And I squinted as they held tattoos the same as the ones all across his shoulders and chest. I frowned as I realized he seemed to have tattoos drawn everywhere? "You really should stop staring at me..." he said sharply.