IMDD CHAPTER 239 [SEASON 4] (Patreon)

“I suggest that,” he uttered, “we postpone my undressing next time.”

“Why?” The question came out immediately in a soft whisper.

“It might… scare or distract you.”

Their eyes held, and Eva saw that he seemed certain that she would either be scared or distracted or both. But the look in his eyes only made her want to see it.

“I want to see it.” She made sure to show him how determined she was, and when he didn’t say anything and just studied her, she moved her fingers and undid one button. And then one more. And then another.

Her eyes were trained onto the buttons all these times as her anticipation rose like tidal waves within her.

And when, at last, the final button was undone, she opened his shirt, revealing his torso.

She froze.

Her eyes now unmoving and completely fixed into one thing, to his toned torso that was now covered with a tattoo… no, she wasn’t sure if this was truly just a mere tattoo anymore.

A skull—one that seemed to be the devil's—was dominating his chest area.  The horns that curved upward like the scythe of the reaper were such a haunting masterpiece. The skull's cavernous eye sockets seemed like a void where life once brimmed; it stared into the abyss, and the abyss stared back, as if silently challenging anyone who dared to gaze into its depths.

The cheekbones were sharply chiseled, and the grin, a sardonic curve, was frozen in what felt like an eternal sneer. And the teeth that seemed to be some kind of barricade towards a world unknown looked sharp enough to tear through the barrier between the living and the damned.

Wisps of darkness swirled around the horned skull. These smoky tendrils bleed into the background, as if the skull were surfacing from the depths of an abyss, or perhaps sinking back into it.

Crowning the skull was a spider lily painted in the bloodiest of crimsons. It bloomed with an otherworldly beauty, each petal seemed like a tongue of flame whispering secrets of the afterlife. Its stamens seemed to reach out like delicate fingers, seeking the warmth of life that the skull could no longer feel.

Eva had read about this flower. That in some cultures, the spider lily was the flower of afterlife. That it was a symbol of life springing from the depths of death. And that it was also known as a flower that guides the dead to their next reincarnation.

As she stared at it, Eva couldn’t help but feel like this tattoo was truly not just a mere ink on the skin. It was telling something—maybe a story about the beauty and horror of the endless cycle of endings and beginnings.

“This is why I said this is not the right time for you to see it.” He sighed, finally pulling Eva’s attention away from his tattoos.

“I’m not scared at all,” she quickly told him.

“Yes, but now utterly distracted.”

She bit her lower lip, and then her gaze was drawn to his tattoos again.

“Because it’s… haunting… but… breathtaking.” She whispered as she reached out and touched the intricate tattoos, starting from the horns, to the spider lily, and down the skull.

She could feel the intensity of his gaze at her, and despite all the unexpected and somewhat inexplicable emotion she was feeling at the moment while staring and touching his tattoo, the way his body reacted with her touch slowly made her body heat up once again.

And when she felt that he seemed bristling with the need to fuck her, she finally lifted her eyes back to him.

He cupped her face and spoke huskily. “I thought you wanted me naked? Or are you chickening out now, hm, my bold vixen?”

Without speaking and without tearing her eyes off his, she fumbled on his pants, undid the button, and then pulled the zipper down.

She then pulled his pants down, and his rock-hard length jutted out. What she did gave him a wickedly beautiful smile. 

Before she could hold his sex in her hand, he suddenly pulled her and sealed her lips with his.